I've been recommending songs here for a few months now, and the playlists are both up over three hours. If you haven't listened to it a while, dive in and hear what you've missed.
Local Picks
Chairman Chair and the Chairmen, âGeographyâ
Psych-ish garage rockers who keep their wah wah excursions concise and their backup jangly, they cop to not knowing much about the title subject; Sam Cooke would surely empathize. If you dig this, theyâre playing a release show for their new album, An Infomercial Cruise, next Monday at the 7th St Entry.Â
Finesse, âEnd of Alwaysâ
A quiet piano/synth intro lingers just long enough to make you wonder if the whole song is gonna be this mellow; then the synth bass and drums kick in. There are lots of folks replicating late â80s synth-pop these days, but as a GHWB-era collegiate let me tell you: If youâd thrown this on a party mix in â89 between Erasure and New Order weâd have kept dancing without a second thought. They're playing a release show for the new single at the Turf Club on Sunday.
Lucy Michelle, âThe Livingâ
On the lead single and lead-off track from her latest, Womanly, the singer-songwriter lopes through a smartly punctuated arrangement with a straightforward plea for affection that takes an existential turn with this bridge lyric: âWe are here with the living/The living/And we are here with the dead.â
Brief, squiggly, and perfect, the wily producerâs newest recombinant track chops voices down to the barest fractions of consonants and vowels then mixes them with nonverbal electronics without ever losing the beat or abandoning his melodic sense. From an upcoming and anticipated (by me, anyway) October album, As It Seems.
Tightwire, âOne Foot in the Graveâ
And the other footâs on a banana peel, Paul Kettler tells us, as his band barrels ahead with precise pop-punk inevitability. The band's latest, Head Full of Snakes, knocks off 12 songs in 18 minutes, with most of 'em (like this one) clocking in at under two minutes.
Non-Local Picks
Jlin, âFourth Perspectiveâ
Iâm not a total ignoramus when it comes to dance musicâan ig-some-ramus, maybeâbut Iâm enough of a dilettante that I feel like a big of a poser when I talk up anything beaty and electronic. But I never hesitate to recommend Jlin, who continues to take Chicago footwork into more experimental quadrants without losing her impeccable sense of rhythmic logic.Â
PinkPantheress (feat. Destroy Lonely) â âTurn Your Phone OffâÂ
The title is good advice in general (to the older couple sitting in the row behind you at the movies, for instance). But getting off the grid fails to rescue PiPa from a bad relationship that wonât die, the details of which she lays out in her breathy, conversational voice while a junglist breakbeat does its propulsive thing.Â
A. Savage, âThanksgiving Prayerâ
Surname aside, the Parquet Courts frontman mellows out a bit on his own and waxes a bit poetic hereâthe opening line, âMy mĐŸnĐ”y mĐ”lts likĐ” sugĐ°r in thĐ” shĐŸwĐ”r whĐ”n I dĐŸn't sing,â extends its metaphor for much of the first stanza. But his voice still clenches with the sort of frustration that seems to compound itself the more analytically you try to think through it.Â
Taylor Swift, âWhen Emma Falls in Loveâ
I get why she chose âI Canât See Youâ as the single, but the standout track for me on âTaylorâs Versionâ of Speak Now (Taylorâs Version) is this observation of another womanâs romantic life, which becomes a mirror in which the singer can look at herself and compare. Rob Sheffield rightly notes âa strong âDrops of Jupiterâ vibe,â but, let me add, without the choo-choo boysâ condescension.Â
Jamila Woods feat. duendita, âTiny Gardenâ
The Chicago poetâs title describes a more realistic relationship than is the pop norm. âItâs not butterflies and fireworks,â she says of her infatuation, and sometimes it ainât, and sometimes thatâs OK.Â
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