This week’s tracks

Graeme Virtue

The Guardian - The Guide - - Music -

Carly Rae Jepsen Party for One

Joy­ous news for the gal­axy’s Carly Chap­lains, Jep Cats and, er, Rae Stans: as the prophe­cies have fore­told, the high em­press of in­sub­or­di­nate glosspop has re­turned and we must all ac­cept that CRJ is essen­tially a sci-fi au­thor now, as she has writ­ten a song about some­one not want­ing to go out with her. Wild im­plau­si­bil­i­ties aside, the re­sult is a whip-crack banger that man­ages to be a bit sad­face while still mega­phon­ing the im­por­tance of en­thu­si­as­tic phys­i­cal self-care.

Clean Ban­dit ft Ma­rina and Luis Fonsi Baby

Cam­bridge’s pre­fects of po­lite elec­tron­ica will never shake the im­age of party hosts who in­sist that you use coast­ers, so thank good­ness they have some help from the mag­nif­i­cent Ma­rina (from … and the Di­a­monds) and Des­pac­ito Romeo Luis Fonsi for this tale of re­gret­fully par­ried se­duc­tion. With its light Latin gui­tars and soft trum­pets, it cha-chachas right up to the line of late-night Ceefax muzak but proves pretty im­pos­si­ble to re­sist.

Poppy ft Grimes Play De­stroy

Lots to un­pack in Poppy’s lat­est, where the YouTube star ropes in Grimes for a be­wil­der­ing hop­scotch be­tween jud­der­ing sludge-thrash and ce­les­tial anime yacht­pop. Is Play De­stroy’s bi­fur­cated struc­ture sup­posed to sym­bol­ise how young minds get pre-gen­dered by in­sid­i­ous cul­tural mes­sag­ing (metal and Ac­tion Men for boys, pop and My Lit­tle Pony for girls)? Maybe. Does it sound like Space­man by Baby­lon Zoo? Def­i­nitely.

BEA1991 v4

Hav­ing worked and toured with louche shapeshifter Blood Or­ange, BEA1991 con­tin­ues her own ex­per­i­ments in sonic necro­mancy, drop­ping some sky-scrap­ing, multi-phased vo­cals over an art­ful chunk of fridge-y funk. De­spite this ob­vi­ous fond­ness for mu­tated pro­duc­tion tech­niques, BEA1991 is still smart enough to em­brace the raw power of singing along with a key­board solo.

Slip­knot All Out Life

Fi­nally, the good stuff (if by “good” you mean “plac­ing a large saucepan over your head and bang­ing it re­peat­edly with a spoon”). Slip­knot have been liv­ing ev­ery night as if it’s Purge Night since 1995, but their first new track in ages seems weirdly con­cerned with not re­main­ing rel­e­vant in an age of mayfly at­ten­tion spans. “Old does not mean dead!” roars Corey Tay­lor, be­fore lit­er­ally read­ing out a manifesto to that ef­fect. What­ever, gramps.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from UK

© PressReader. All rights reserved.