Grooves N Jams

"the feeling" by Steve Lacy

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A while back MG described Lauren Auder as "almost there" and this is perpetually how I feel about Steve Lacy, an artist whose songs always strike me positively on first impression and diminish as they go on, enough that I sometimes forget what I'm listening to by the end. "the feeling" is a case in point: lush and enveloping from the first note, it seems instantly familiar. And then it spends four and a half minutes feeling the same way. Lacy tastefully layers in some additional instrumentation and some backing vocals over time, but the baseline remains constant - and his lead vocal is no less stable - beginning at the exact vibe that it'll retain for the entire song. It's a song that simply refuses to waver from its set register, from the lyric to the topline, and one that would benefit from any variation. The second verse comes closest, spoke-sung by Lacy in a deadpan that the production, unfortunately, barely acknowledges. And "the feeling" is dotted with these near-misses, including the "Am I your baby" refrain that should be heartbreaking but doesn't stand out enough to conjure the depth it reaches for. In a way, Lacy's polish works against him: the sound is beautiful here, but beneath the surface, something's missing.

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"Prophecy at 1420 MHz" by Boards of Canada

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Both nostalgia and eeriness are tacked to the Boards of Canada inspiration collage, so to hear them dialed up on "Prophecy at 1420 MHz" is no great surprise, but on previous releases the group has pulled at those concepts until they were much less specific and recognizable. This isn't to say "Prophecy" is bad by any stretch; it has the darkness, the atmosphere, the foreboding that I love especially during a barren and haunting winter. It is to say that Boards of Canada now find themselves in an imagined or remembered past rather than their own hermetic universe. "Prophecy" is nakedly cinematic instead of carefully evocative and it's good, but it lacks imagination, which was once an element of that above collage.

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"The Beast" by Patrick Wolf

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If anyone had told me four years ago that after a decade's absence we were on the precipice of Patrick Wolf dropping a EP and LP, and that he'd follow the latter up with a new single less than 12 months later - not to mention multiple US tours - I think I might have passed out. But here we are, and if every release still feels a little improbable, well, that sense of the uncanny has never been entirely absent from his work anyway. "The Beast", a song built on the concept of drawing strength from strangeness, dropped the week before Pride Month. It'd feel pointed even if we weren't experiencing a sustained, multi-national attack on queer (especially trans) people. Wolf begins with fairytale imagery, characters trapped in stories they choose to reject - it works, but seems a little too arch up until halfway through when the song makes a sonic turn from the dance pop of the beginning to a sort of deconstructed version of its own production. "I don't owe you an explanation/ Of the nature of the beast that I've become," he intones, his voice low in the mix. The atmosphere ceases to be a party and becomes unsettled, dramatic. So when he croons, "But I'm not the only one/ Yes it's all the rage," Wolf recontextualizes the narratives of the song's first half, transforming them into expressions of comradeship within the queer community. And he turns one of the attack lines deployed against queer people for longer than any of us have been alive - the idea that queerness is contagious, like a meme or a trend - into an expression of power. If queerness is "all the rage," if "we become the beast" (as Wolf says at the end), then it is a threat to the power structure that seeks to eradicate us. What "The Beast" suggests is that we embrace this, rather than seeking to shrink ourselves into a world that will never see us as small enough. It's a defiant anthem for a gayer tomorrow, and while June is young enough that I'm sure we'll hear other attempts, I suspect there isn't a better song for Pride Month 2026.

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"Fuck the DJ" by Eli

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Back when Nadia Oh told us she wanted to be the DJ's girlfriend, it felt a little like settling - like, if you're the visionary singer whose work anticipates everything from PC Music to hyperpop, why wouldn't you just be the DJ? Thankfully Nadia's final single to date finally took that step and put her behind the decks (RIP, she's a Tory now.) It may be too soon to tell whether Eli has a similar song-based character arc in front of her, but "Fuck the DJ" has so much to say that maybe it's best if she stays a little bit on the outside, throwing darts wherever she needs to. "Nobody getting ugly in the club these days," she muses in the chorus, just before dropping the titular line. It's brash and bold and - as is typical for Eli - walks a tightrope between funny and heartfelt. "Hey, I wanna fuck the DJ" doesn't sound like settling because it's not asking for a relationship: the hook hits like a whim, a joke, an urge during an eventful night of partying that also allows Eli to drop some ridiculous names. It sounds carefree in the best sense.

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"Miss You" by Ms Ray & Nourished by Time

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Ms Ray's Melt EP is designed with architectural sophistication as its guiding principle. All five songs sound like they're set in an LA office building at dusk -- right before both the German terrorists and John McClane roll in for the yearly Christmas party. Its highlight is "Miss You," featuring Nourished by Time fresh from last year's fantastic The Passionate Ones. Where he's earthy and sincere, vamping parts of his verse, Ms Ray is airy and delicate, vague in her concept of loss. Together they're natural duet partners, joining to elevate "Miss You" from minor break up to major earworm.

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"Together" by The Avalanches ft. Nikki Nair, Jessy Lanza, Prentiss

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Perhaps I should learn a lesson from "We Will Always Love You", which still makes little sense as a standalone single but fits neatly into The Avalanches album of the same name, a record that's grown on me tremendously since it was released in 2020. On the other hand, perhaps I shouldn't overcorrect too much; "Frankie Sinatra" is still kinda a mess and so is the sophomore album it comes from. "Together" is in yet another lane - it sounds unlike anything the group's done before, and burbles and bleeps with enough energy that it's instantly sticky in a way they've sometimes struggled to achieve with their singles. But it still seems a little like it's waiting for context. "Frontier Psychiatrist" aside, The Avalanches have always been an album band, and when "Together" stops - not ends, just stops - it only serves to emphasize that the success of this song hinges on how it fits into a greater whole that we've yet to hear.

The interesting thing about The Avalanches as they enter their fourth decade as a band and approach their third album since their "comeback" is how their post-2015 releases have changed their legacy. Since I Left You made them legends, put them in a club with other artists who dropped a perfect record and never followed it up. But then they returned 14 years later, and everything changed. With their once-innovative approach to sampling now so mainstream it's almost not worth mentioning and a discography that's no longer legendary in its brevity but spotty-at-best, I'm no longer sure quite what distinguishes them from someone like their occasional collaborator Jamie XX, who shares a similar crate-digging ethos that leads to equally inconsistent results, or producers like Sofia Kourtesis, who take bits of their aesthetic in more personal directions. Or even #content-driven followers like Sabrina the Teenage DJ, who don't have anything new to add but raise the question: do The Avalanches, either? It's strange to think of a fourth album as a referendum on an artist, but that's where I find myself with The Avalanches - after a disappointing re-debut in 2016 and a promising follow-up, number four seems poised to be a deciding vote on whether they should have returned at all. Based on "Together," I'm undecided but cautiously optimistic.

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"Shattered" by Jump Source

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Helena Deland released one of my favorite folk albums of this decade, the resolute and sparse Goodnight Summerland which unfurls at the pace of time spent alone. It's an album for noticing the details, all the little moments of life that escape our attention amid the din of everyday distraction. So, it's fascinating to hear her voice on "Scattered," doing a kind of slick, Suzanne Vega on "Tom's Diner" thing for Jump Source. She's the source of tension that propels the song everywhere from grimy clubs to chic modern living rooms to the worlds that exist between a pair of headphones. "Scattered" is both intimate and universal thanks to Deland's hums and whispers; a fantastic star turn from an artist who previously seemed disinterested in the kind of electricity a spotlight requires.

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"Where Have All the Good Men Gone?" by Debbii Dawson

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Despite Bruno Mars' best efforts, the 70s remain an untapped source in the modern pop ecosystem. Part of the problem is that he makes music for passing time between sessions at corporate conferences, but part is that Mars is almost never fully committed: his pastiches bounce between winking at the audience and patting himself on the back for whatever technically-impressive feat he's pulling off this time. He has plenty of hits but they rarely hit.

I don't expect Debbii Dawson to bring the 70s back to the top ten, but I do think she absolutely believes it's possible (and someone else must too, since this is produced by Joel Little ("Royals", et al.)) Unlike Mars, Dawson plays this theatrical throwback straight, and more or less pulls it off: while "Where Have All the Good Men Gone?" lacks the mid-song twist of last year's "You Killed the Music", it shares that song's sense of drama and sweeping ambition. Is it still a little silly? Of course: at one point Dawson asks whether the good men got lost in the Bermuda Triangle. She strikes exactly the right balance, passionate without being polished into dullness, and the humor fits well into a pop landscape that currently has potential-peers like Sabrina Carpenter, Raye, and of course Chappell. There have been stranger hits recently - maybe it's time.

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"drop dead" by Olivia Rodrigo

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First of all: where is this cursed bar that closes at 11:00, three full hours earlier than any normal bar in the real world closes and five or more hours before last call at what is commonly known as a "late bar." Perhaps this date is happening at a bar for children? It's all very confusing, but winds up contributing to the overall charm of "drop dead," which convincingly makes the case that Dan Nigro can't ruin every song he produces. Part of that is down to the lyric's detailed, compelling encapsulation of a suddenly inescapable infatuation, part is Rodrigo's half-spoken delivery on the second verse and the fantastically euphoric "Pieces and a Gemini" bridge. I'm vaguely reminded of Haha I'm Sorry and DAISY Rage era Kitty - though Rodrigo is much less densely referential, she shares more than a little with the emotional openness and vulnerability Kitty tapped into there. "drop dead" could still stand to be bolder - Nigro still seems fundamentally incapable of handling drums, and the song can't decide between committing to dreamy or driving, splitting the difference and losing the dynamism of either approach in the process. It's a testament to Rodrigo (and Nigro and Amy Allen, in their capacity as cowriters) that the song works as well as it does. But as is increasingly the case with everything Nigro produces, I can't help wishing we could get a remix from someone who knows what they're fucking doing.

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"New Jesus" by Truck Violence

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I have many childhood memories of my mom frustratedly demanding my dad turn off some abrasive music. Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Muslimgauze -- even in what we now perceive as the good, easy times it still wasn't pleasant to work 8 hours and come home to cook dinner while some asshole bleated loudly in the background. Despite largely sharing my dad's taste in music, I always thought this was a bad dynamic and that a shared space should be titrated to the lowest common denominator. It wasn't like that didn't exist; we all loved Belle & Sebastian.

It takes more to offend my husband than it did my mom but every so often I stumble into something that rubs me raw in the right way but cannot be tolerated over speakers and "New Jesus" is just that. Frankly, until Karsyn Henderson started bellowing about 45 seconds in and was promptly silenced I kind of felt like I was losing my edge, like my taste had grown safe and stale. Fear not! “New Jesus” is loud and hard enough to be distasteful but still too bleary-eyed and concussed to be metal – my final genre frontier.

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"heyjah obialo" by heavensouls

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Sorry for being sentimental, but this is our web site's 15th year and periodically since we started I'll get to feeling like nothing's really new under the sun, every idea in pop can be traced back to the Ronettes, I'm finding plenty of music to like but none that can measure up to whatever I heard a couple years ago, and then this wonderful thing happens where a song comes along out of nowhere and knocks me flat on my back. "heyjah obialo" is one of those. It's like getting hit with a lightning bolt, over and over - the song turns on a pin and then does it again, and each time it's astonishing. But as every new groove settles in, it feels like it makes perfect sense, like there's nowhere else the song could have gone after all. And yet anything and everything feels possible! I'm wrong again, and it feels - and sounds - incredible as always.

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Rather than new, I think a lot of the broadly avant garde sounds newly vital -- suffused with a necessary urgency that is not present when so much of it is process based or ambient, as it has been for most of this century. I'm still thinking about poptimism. Last weekend I was in a car playing Top 40 radio and we hit a sequence that went Katy Perry's "ET" to "Opalite" by Taylor Swift and finally "Espresso" by Sabrina Carpenter. At the beginning I was like "banger!" and thought about how rich and vibrant pop music sounded in this era, how sticky and slimy the earworms were. But then the other two songs played and fucking yawn, it's the same thing just watered down to dribble. During the avant garde's ambient era capitalism created diamonds, but now pop is a honeyed hum and the outré is frenzied and absurd. heavensouls is more comparable to Sly & The Family Stone than, say, Jockstrap or Black Midi but all these art minded acts are like nucleotides for some future pop DNA structure.

"Reputation" by Ravyn Lenae ft. Dominic Fike

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While I'm not entirely sure I like this song in any traditional sense of the word, I do find "Reputation" endlessly fascinating. Ravyn Lenae's been trying to make this one woman 60s girl group sound happen for years now and it's hard to say if it's ever going to translate into anything beyond notability -- but it sounds beautiful, even here. That's the most straightforward praise I have to offer. "Reputation" is a song about a woman's love for her cheating, no-good man (played here by Dominic Fike in a brilliant piece of casting) but that message is relayed mainly through context clues because the lyrics are bizarre. "Now you hate your reputation/ when I'm thinking of you" is an awful refrain that only works if you squint very hard. There's a bridge that is (probably AI) word salad delivered convincingly by the pair as their love's denouement. Back to Fike, he's snatched up a crown previously held by Machine Gun Kelly for the last decade: best performance of a loser fuckboy. Like the entire rest of the song, his lines make little sense (aside from the opening bars where I get the impression that he's resentful over being considered a dog rather than a boy/man/other unspecified three letter word) and they're delivered with such a deliciously whiny brat affect that it's hard not to root for Lenae to do something decidedly worse than simply walk away. "Reputation" is an anti-duet, a hostile and startling pop song.

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"Hurricane Girl" by Eaves Wilder

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Like her predecessors Surfer, Material, Barbie, and Hollaback, the Hurricane Girl is a particularly complicated character: do you want her or do you want to be her? Is it even possible to draw the line between the two? The woman Eaves Wilder describes is a fraught one, ashamed and bleeding, but she's also free in ways most of us can only imagine. She embraces the mess, calls for more of it, refuses help. And in doing so she reminds Wilder (and us) that the line between chaotic spinning and controlled twirling is equally thin. Wilder's production is equally compelling, evoking post-grunge dynamics and tone without succumbing to the sort of pale imitation we've heard a lot of recently - though as is often the case, the drums are a weak point. Still, "this "Hurricane Girl" is an impressively confident opening track, one more than capable of joining the pantheon of pop Girls.

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"Ember" by Iceage

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Well, by now I'm sure we've all seen that Geese is a psy-op. Or maybe psy-op is the wrong phrase. (I've never liked Geese and could tell from their debut that they were poseurs -- but award me no points because I completely wiped out on the mk.gee astroturf, womp womp.) But if you're reading this blog you already know fake hype is SOP for the music industry and the idea of "authentically good" art is, was, and will always be total nonsense. Whether you're influenced by an inimitably cool record store clerk ca. 1998 or an army of passionate UGC bots infiltrating your TikTok feed ca. 2025, the bottom line is still that you are influenced.

Anyway, that brings me to the point of my thought experiment: it's time to bring back taste. I don't mean along the shame-dominated good-bad spectrum but in a new dimension I will call personal-impersonal. Personal taste is what we form memories around. It's the music we listen to even when it's not in the public consciousness. Impersonal taste is late stage pop. It's the way my sister expressed incredulity that I'd never heard "APT." -- a hit song in her half-kid home but something I didn't hear (at all) until the recent Gatorade less sugar commercial. Songs can be incredibly selective hits now and uniting with your group feels paramount in our socially tenuous moment. I'm not saying eschew impersonal taste -- I recently attended a Snail Mail concert (for opener Avalon Emerson) that was functionally a ballroom full of lesbians and though I suspect not everyone personally loved Snail Mail, having that communion is precious. But tend to your personal taste. Be aware of what's growing in your garden and don't be afraid to weed.

Which brings me to my final thought, this Iceage song. I was planning to go into this post selling Iceage to the Gooseheads as a band that have done it (make rock music) without a splashy exposé. But "Ember" and "Star" before it are mid Brit pop rehashes. They're the same thing Fontaines D.C. are pivoting toward. They're just another sick convergence point in our stupid, sick culture. "Ember" honestly sucks, even if I'm kind of amused by Elias Rønnenfelt's newfound interest in all things sparkly. My conclusion is whatever, I don't care, stop worrying and learn to love the psy-ops.

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"EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED" by Tiffany Day

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As an opening track to Tiffany Day's sophomore album - and a pivot into hyperpop-influenced dance music - "Everything I've Ever Wanted" is more manifesto than song, eschewing conventional structure for something more stream-of-consciousness. Which makes it an interesting choice for a single! Or maybe not: of all the bops on her record, this is the one I find playing in my head the most; the cascading repetition of the title phrase is nothing if not an effective earworm. But it's also an effective encapsulation of the album's primary thematic concerns, Day's obsessive self-reflection and search for an identity that fits her. The structure - essentially one long verse followed by an equally long chorus-slash-outro - reflects this intensity, Day's words tumbling out and over each other as the production (also hers) slowly builds toward a climactic freakout. It's one of the year's most striking songs, even without the video's inclusion of second track "DOIT4ME", a much more straightforward banger.

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"Klouds Will Carry Me To Sleep" by Gelli Haha

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We've embraced hyperpop, we've embraced soundscaping, we've embraced chiptune and sampling and freak folk and psychedelia but until Gelli Haha we've not combined them all in one single piece of unhinged maximalism. In 2022 The Cut declared a "vibe shift" and I'd like to posit that we're at the end stages of that shift, a full unraveling of reality. "Klouds Will Carry Me To Sleep," with its bright, chirpy optimism and its primary color palette, is the right hand path. The klouds part and a God wearing wayfarers implores us to "listen to your heart" -- whatever that means. In our total loss of meaning and the absence of a defining truth the possibility exists for something fertile and childlike, a rebirth, if you will. Gelli Haha is bringing us back to the lantern consciousness of our youth, she's uplifting us from the tragedy of our terra firma and delivering us to surreal skies. I've never wanted to drink the kool aid more!

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"no outline" by Lauren Auder

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Maybe it's just the piano, insistent and plaintive, but I'm reminded of early Coldplay by the way Lauren Auder starts "no outline." It's mournful but propulsive too, drawing me along like an undertow until the song explodes into the arena-filler it longs to be. As she sings about a breakup and the "big black hole" it's left, the absence that she refuses to fully accept, the production careens and crashes, waves of fuzz and synths nearly overwhelming her voice. It's a punishing sort of catharsis, the kind that a younger Chris Martin might have aspired to but never quite achieved.

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