Heaven forbid another track about drugs, this one's blessed though honest to God.

Frank popped out of his black hole this Black Friday and gave us all a new song. Naturally, we swarmed to it like Asda shoppers to 32” TVs.

Spooky makes those jams to play to your boo.

Madlib is to Gibbs, what contact lenses are to short sighted eyes - one makes the other better and together they make music worth rating 20/20. Add a gibbering Danny Brown in on High, and we’ll call him the irritating eyelash that needs blowing out.

A Sunday well-spent hoovering & grooving to this. Just remember, before Drake’s Started From The Bottom, came Keni Burke’s Risin’ To The Top.

Tinder girl, watch out! Connan’s coming to get you. He's the kind of man you had a fleeting glance with on the Piccadilly line, which triggered his love lyrics & Internet hunt for you. Much like the song, it's creepy-cool and kinda quixotic.

I shouldn't use a slang acronym to describe a song of such grandeur but if the shoes fits: Hammond goes H.A.M on this.

Not a twerk or dagger dance move to be made in Inc.'s soft swaying The Place; perfect to soothe my Carnival come-down.

On point & straight to the point. 

That voice on that beat is the kind of sexy that doesn't show too much skin, the kind of sweet that doesn't rot our teeth, the kind of mysterious that doesn't respond instantly to a text.

Calling the cats that class themselves too cool for chart music but have a guilty obsession with Disclosure - knock on AZ&TOR's door.

Why not gyrate your shoulders down the street to the spicy sampled beat of this new Jonwayne treat; ad-libbing 'and party' before 'and bullshh'?

The Donnell joint we all know the lyrics to, stripped of its soul and dressed up in a techno beat. Now that's what's up.

Thundercat got my tongue when he played this at a recent gig I caught of him at XOYO. Hit play to take that feel good hit.

Pull out your Moschino shirts, polish up your Prada loafers: UK garage and dance is having a revival. Wearing the sound all over their new debut LP, Settle are Lawrence bros, Disclosure. Out to cop now.

The hypest hipster song around has me wondering. All the gentlemen on the track claim to have a fricking problem because they enjoy fricking. So what IS the fricking problem? Perhaps its concept but that aside, it's still as catchy as a motherfricker. The long wait for the LONG.LIVE.A$AP album is over now.

Tory Y Moi - Say That With a real name like some sort of game show host, it's no wonder Chazwick Bundick keeps delivering music like grand prizes. His latest cut, Say That marries an electronic/dance style together, playing his cards right yet again. Out to cop on his new album Anything In Return from January 22nd.