I started this column last April, which means this is the first time Iâll be collecting songs for a full calendar year. I donât know if thatâs exciting for you, but it is for me!
Local Picks
Following a spotlight track premiere on The Current and an incredibly poised Best New Bands performance at First Ave on Friday night, Berit Dybing doesnât need a boost from lil olâ me. But this sad-girl piano ballad has the makings of a hit. The husky low-end of her voice never stoops to sulking, and when you listen up, you realize that the song is about the start of a relationship, not the end of one. Sneaky.Â
Dilly Dally Alley, âSame Damn Doorâ
With singer Sophia Spiegel showing amazing breath control, this hard-charging single is outside the horn-driven sextetâs norm, and the speed freak in me approves. A new direction or a one-off change of pace? Only time will tell, as Sammy Hagar might say.
I swear I was all prepped to write about this St. Paul rapper before Pitchfork gave his excellent new album a nod last Thursday. (âIâm not scooped, Iâm not scooped," I continue to insist as I slowly shrink and transform into a corncob.) I like Lerado best at his noisiest and his funniest, and here he lifts some lines from Kreayshawn (whose shadow looms larger over todayâs rap than anyone would have guessed it would) over a beat that dares you to make sense of it. Why isnât everyone in Minnesota talking about this guy already?
The North Country bard perks up with this quick-stepper I suppose I have to call a dance track. âYou have a dance, I can appreciate thatâ he observes before insisting âWhen Iâm dancing/This is how I dance.âÂ
Prize Horse, âFurther From My Startâ
The second new single from a band that Racket contributor Austin Gerth dubbed as âemo-indebted, fatalistic melancholyâ and âglacial, metal-adjacentâ will be on their debut full-length, Under Sound, out on February 16. Itâs all arpeggios leading to unresolved progressions as a low-end rumbles along moodilyâvery wintry, in its way.
Non-Local Picks
Jad Fair, âSo Far So Goodâ
A middle-aged white nerdâs âToday Was a Good Day,â celebrating âno killer shrews,â âno phantoms from Planet X,â and âno curse of the undeadâ over nothing more than a simple, cymbal-haunted drumbeat.
Advance word had me expecting a pissy little woe-is-celebrity whine, but skip the video and dig a house beat that takes its time introducing the star and a relaxed âbe yourselfâ lyric calling for boys to wear lipstick and anyone to ride whatever dick they want. Pretty universal, then.Â
Superchunk, âEverybody Diesâ
If the â90s were so great, then explain to me how one of the â90s-iest bands going started making the best music of its career in 2010? And haven't lost a step since.
Kali Uchis (with Peso Pluma), âIgual Que Un Ăngelâ
No one is combining Anglo and Latina pop as effortlessly as Uchis right now. This duet with nasal corrido master Pluma, a highlight from Uchisâs new OrquĂdeas, floats delicately above the Earth as its low-end glide keeps it from levitating too far into the heavens.
Waxahatchee feat. MJ Lenderman, âRight Back to Itâ
I still like alt-rockinâ Katie Crutchfield the best, but her Plains album with Jess Williamson went country so brilliantly I donât begrudge her continuing in that vein here. With Jake Lendermanâs low harmonies anchoring Crutchfieldâs high lonesome flights, the chorus âBeen yours for so long/Come right back to itâ becomes a real heart-troubler.
Wanna get a local song considered for the playlist? To make things easy on both of us, email keith@racketmn.com with MONDAY PLAYLIST in the subject header. (Donât, as in do NOT, DM or text: If Iâm in a good mood, Iâll just ask you to send an email; if Iâm in a bad mood Iâll just ignore it.)