Williamās Favourite Singles of 2015
Particularly Honourable Mention (i.e. I did all these write-ups out of order and accidentally did some that wouldnāt make the final list, but didnāt want any effort to be wasted, so here are a few words about songs that arenāt really better than anything else on the Honourable Mentions list, and you should probably prepare for this kind of a mess to be the average tone throughout the rest of this Godforsaken countdown):
Gorgon City ā Imagination (feat. Katy Menditta)
I was surprised to find this was released as a single, and its Wiki page doesnāt instil much confidence that it actually was (āThe song was compared to previous singles āReady for Your Loveā, āHere for Youā and āUnmissableāā ā so compared to three singles from the same album, right then), but it makes good on the bass line from my ultimate guilty pleasure of the past few yearsĀ (NSFW!!!), so it gets a pass.
Skrillex & Diplo ā Where Are Ć Now (with Justin Bieber)
On its merits as a song, this is very good. On its merits as the starting point of 2015ās greatest redemption narrative, this is absolutely brilliant.
With that disaster out of the way, we move on to our feature presentation:
THE BEST SINGLES OF 2015
You got me feeling for your powerā¦
40. KDA ā Turn the Music Louder (Rumble) [feat. Tinie Tempah & Katy B)
Iāll come right out and say it: This song only made the list because my thirst for new Katy B material hasnāt been satiated in far too long, and it was a bit of a thrill to see her topping charts overseas once again. I could probably spin this out into a handful of paragraphs about what a gift to music she is and how Honey will be coming for every throne imaginable in 2016, but weāre still on the somewhat-shady 40th position and have 39 tracks to go, so Iāll spare you.
Soak it up, soak it up and save it,
āCause enough is enough, youāreā¦
39. Disclosure ā Jaded
A funny sort of thing happened between Settle, Disclosureās 2013 dĆ©but, and this yearās Caracal: they stopped being a singles act, and put out an album where nearly all of the best tracks wouldnāt be suitable candidates for the single treatment. Most of the early singles released off Caracal (most notably āLatchā sound-alike āOmenā) saw the brothers returning to previously-covered ground with predictably diminishing returns. While a different single (to be covered later⦠spoilers, I guess?) achieved success by bucking that trend, āJadedā stands out not for its departure from old sounds, but rather for its signs of growth. While the production remains immaculate as ever, their song-writing has improved dramatically over the past two years, particularly when considered alongside Settleās catchy-but-repetitive āF For Youā. Another point of comparison can be made between these two tracks: both feature Howardās vocals instead of a guestās ā āJadedā being one of several such instances from Caracal. Here, too, has the interim between the two albums proven worthwhile, as Howardās voice is strong enough to be considered another important instrument in the brothersā arsenal (particularly his upper register, which is properly showcased for the first time in the chorus). Altogether, āJadedā serves both as a strong reminder of Disclosureās importance to the world of pop-house and as a signifier of growth ā hopefully a trajectory the brothers can follow through on.
Kiss the old me goodbye; sheās dead and gone.
38. Tinashe ā All Hands on Deck
I try to steer clear of last yearās leftovers when thereās any doubt about how deserving they are of a spot on my list. Needless to say, this final single from Tinasheās 2014 dĆ©but has done well for itself to have stuck around in my consciousness a full year later. Add to that one of the best videos of a year by our newest bona fide superstar, and a brilliant bit of flute to boot, and I have every reason to predict a nation full of people doing penance for not taking note sooner.
Itās been a long time since weāve been around
So come on, letās keepā¦
37. Charli XCX ā Doing It (feat. Rita Ora)
Now hereās an interesting juxtaposition: On one hand, weāve got Charli XCX, who has received nothing but goodwill from me since her 2013 dĆ©but True Romance, but whoās failed to impress at nearly every juncture since. Then, thereās Rita Ora, who seems to drive absolutely everyone nuts for no discernible reason (apart from her fame, admittedly, coming ahead of any notable artistic output), but whoās been a part of several of my absolute favourite tracks from the past few years. Basically, this whole thing has every right to be a disaster; but, as it turns out, itās the best thing either lady has put her name to in recent memory. Also, Iāll note that the duet version is essential: I always love Ritaās tone, which is lovely as ever on her verse. Plus, the whole thing feels a little bit lonelier when itās just Charli crowing on about all the fun sheās having.
And now I know my heart is aā¦
36. Adam Lambert ā Ghost Town
No part of me expected Lambo to show up in 2015, all guns blazing, ready to take on the pop world with his singular voice and guyliner intact. Which was a good thing, because he really didnāt do any of the above, instead releasing an album that largely came and went, leaving behind little more than this excellent little bop as its first single. At the end of the day, expectations were exceeded; a job well done.
Sh-sh-shake it up and make it fizz!
35. SOPHIE ā Vyzee
I maaaay need to ask you to disregard everything Iām eventually going to say about āJust Like We Never Said Goodbyeā because it might end up undermining how incredible this track is in a very classic-SOPHIE sense.
(Full disclosure: Iāve already done the write-up for āJust Like We Never Said Goodbyeā, so I already know the above to be true. Further, itās probably for the best that Iām doing these out of order, because I wouldnāt want it to be obvious how burnt out I got on the whole process partway through, which would be betrayed by gradually shrinking paragraphs until my #1 song of 2015 ended up with a crown and a thumbs-up emoji.)
But I love it.
34. The Weeknd ā Canāt Feel My Face
This is pretty undeniable, isnāt it? One of those rare instances where something gets massive and fully deserves to. (You may note that āUptown Funkā is nowhere to be found on this list, as it is one of those common instances where something gets massive without being adequately deserving. As such, if I ever hear it again, it will be too soon.)
Diamonds on Anna Wintour, these glaciers glamour and glisten.
33. Azealia Banks ā Ice Princess
I donāt know, I think the videoās perfect for the occasion. I just need Azealia to give me more in 2016. (No, not more tweets. She can keep those to herself.)
Iām ready for this, I need you all in,
Iām ready for this, so darling, wonāt youā¦
32. Jess Glynne ā Hold My Hand
This showed up right in the sweet spot between itching for news of her dĆ©but and tiring of the formula that would comprise basically the entirety of that dĆ©but. Luckily, she managed to eke out this spectacular take on that formula right before the fatigue set in, ensuring I wouldnāt miss out on some of the catchiest verses of the year.
Loveās gonna lift me up!
31. Madonna ā Living for Love
I know I made a comment about Justin having the best redemption narrative of the year, but re-watching Madonnaās BRIT Awards performance makes me think I spoke too soon. After a decade thatās been⦠well, pretty much the equivalent of being yanked down the stairs by your cape, it was only right that M should spend 2015 reaffirming her reign and cementing her legacy ā for the fourth decade in a row, no less.
Go out, stay late, make no mistake:
We know how toā¦
30. Little Boots ā Get Things Done
Easily the most infectious chorus Boots has done since āRemedyā, helped along by a spectacular, rubbery bass line. Also a brilliant anthem for personal/professional life inspiration ā should have gotten DJ Khaled on the remix, teebs.
My heart donāt understand why I got youā¦
29. Ellie Goulding ā On My Mind
For as much as I like her, there are surprisingly few Ellie songs I properly use; the whole folk-pop pixie thing sheās had going on hasnāt done much for me on the whole, and many of her forays into other genres have lacked the kinds of clever ideas needed to stand out from the pack (āLightsā notwithstanding, of course, since itās perfect). I feel much the same way about the majority of Delirium, but was very pleasantly surprised when I first heard this; itās fresh and energetic in a way that āEllie-goes-electropopā often fails to manage, and piles on effective hooks for its entire duration, culminating in the brilliant āYou think you know somebodyā bits.
Ask for help, but sheās indisposed,
Pull the silk and sheāll be exposed;
Now it seems that the emperor has no clothes.
28. MNDR ā Kimono
I canāt help but be reminded of a few years back when seemingly every new singer-songwriter was doing this sort of minimalist electropop groove thing and it was all pretty good, but also difficult to find anything that really stood out, and I have to wonder if this would have gotten overlooked in that kind of climate. Iām tempted to think that no, it wouldnāt, however, as itās spectacular.
Anything is possible:
You just need a miracle.
27. Little Boots ā No Pressure
Little Boots has often bored me more than I think sheās meant to; Iāve rarely been particularly impressed with her music from either a song-writing or production perspective. Luckily, her Working Girl album showed evidence of improvement in both areas, and this track became a fast favourite. Itās delightfully slinky in a way that serves her light vocals perfectly, but the best part of all is the thunderous bass that rolls through in the intro and the middle-8, giving the song a thrilling bit of edge. Of course, by the time the whole thing goes off in the chorus, Iām losing my mind every single time. More of this, Victoria. Ā
I donāt think you un-der-stand!
26. The Weeknd ā In the Night
(The videoās a bit⦠well, exactly what you might expect from him, so maybe donāt concern yourself with it overly.)
Thereās no denying that itās been an absurdly huge year for the Weeknd, but it took hearing this track just last month [EDIT: correct at time of writing, if not publication] ā and realizing that āCanāt Feel My Faceā wasnāt his only time dabbling in proper pop ā for my ears to properly perk up and listen. At this point, Iām not entirely sure what I think of the entire shtick, but if he manages to churn out one of these every so often, who am I to complain? Also, bonus points for being reminiscent of Donkeyboyās āSilver Moonā, just one of my many overlooked favourites from recent years. Iām a sucker for a 6/8 time signature.
Better do as I please,
Until I tell you to STOP!
25. LIZ ā When I Rule the World
When PC Music enters the fold, thereās no telling what might happen, which is why Iām surprised and slightly disappointed that the release of āWhen I Rule the Worldā didnāt coincide with an announcement of #LIZ2016 for the US presidential ballot.
I mean, I could, but why would I want to?
24. Selena Gomez ā Hands to Myself
I donāt even have to tell you the best bit, because you already know. And if you donāt, itās because you havenāt listened to the song yet, so how can you very well expect me to put in the effort of writing it out if you canāt even be bothered to sit through 3:21 of wonderful minimalist pop?
(Yes, itās the part I highlighted for dramatic effect before this songās reveal. No, Iām not being belligerent. Shut up.)
I can see it in my wildest dreams;
Itās a fever, itās an endless deep.
23. Robyn & La Bagatelle Magique ā Set Me Free
If ever I have to come to terms with the reality that she might never again release a proper album, and that Iāll just have to be satisfied with collaborative EPs for the balance of her career, at least I can crank this up to numb the pain. It feels a lot more like authentic Robyn than anything from last yearās Do It Again, in that it doesnāt sound like a Body Talk leftover (like the title track), but also doesnāt take off in a shaky new direction (like much of the rest of the two EPs).
No one ever wants to give you some,
But everybody loves aā¦
22. Tove Styrke ā Number One
Kiddo ended up being among my very favourite albums from the past year, thanks in no small part to its sonic diversity; just about every track tried something markedly different, with near universal success. āNumber Oneā is probably the most straightforwardly pop track on the album, but still manages to stand out with its Asian-inspired instrumental and cheeky Britney Spears callout (āSheās fierce⦠yep.ā). Also, the breathless middle-eight is nothing short of heavenly.
Donāt say a word while we dance with the devil;
You brought the fire to a world so cold.
21. Duke Dumont ā Ocean Drive
Itās probably time I give up on him ever releasing an album, isnāt it? Honestly, though, I can accept a single 10/10 song per year. In fact, itās a model I might suggest for a handful of my most wildly inconsistent faves. [EDIT: I had an aside lambasting Rihanna here, but she went and dropped Anti and itās really quite good, which made this just a bit more work for me. THANKS RIHANNA.]
I will never want much more,
And in my heart, I will always be sure:
I willā¦
20. Zara Larsson & MNEK ā Never Forget You
The way this builds, piling on one hyperactive layer after another, is pretty thrilling. Kudos to Zara for keeping up vocally with MNEK ā both deserve to be globe-conquering superstars in the next 18 months or so.
Letās embrace the point of no return.
19. Disclosure ā Magnets (feat. Lorde)
I couldnāt imagine a better marriage of both actsā respective sounds than this slinky little number: appropriately understated through the verses, only to be brought to its boiling point just in time for the chorus. Thereās a tension between the sounds, resulting in remarkable restraint in Disclosureās production and an uncharacteristically spirited vocal turn by Lorde. A simmering stunner thatāll sound even better in six monthsā time, under the setting summer sun.
Iāll take every single piece of the blame if you want me to,
But you know that there is no innocent one in this game for two.
18. Justin Bieber ā Sorry
Justin Bieberās management deserves to be a case study in every PR book published in the next decade; the communications student in me spent the year positively bewitched by the miracles they pulled in getting the public back on his side. Everything was timed perfectly, and this (decidedly non-apologetic) track seems like the only appropriate capstone to Justinās 2015. It doesnāt hurt that it absolutely knocks, either.
Anytime, day or nightā¦
17. Hailee Steinfeld ā Love Myself
Do you know what we all needed in 2015? Iāll tell you: we all needed a simple, straightforward self-empowerment anthem in 2015, served without cynicism or gimmicks. Thanks, Hailee!
I feel it coming out my throat;
Guess Iād better wash my mouth out withā¦
16. Melanie Martinez ā Soap
Look, itās 2015: itās going to take a lot more than some clever sound effects to keep me from running the opposite direction at the first sign of yet another non-chorus. Or, at least, thatās what I believed until I heard this songās utterly absurd instrumental breakdown, which sounds like⦠soap. I canāt really explain it, but itās genius, and well worth a listen; particularly the second time around, when itās interpolated with the chorus itself. This songās strength is that the novelty of its breakdown isnāt its only selling point: the topline is solid throughout, the ācreepy adult-child gleefully recounting sinister happeningsā shtick is decidedly less pronounced than on the rest of the album, and the added strings towards the end are a nice touch. But, ultimately, it does boil down to that breakdown, which is among the most brilliantly insane ā and insanely brilliant ā things I heard this year.
If youāre hurting, if youāre hurting,
You canā¦
15. Rudimental ā Lay it All on Me (feat. Ed Sheeran)
Look, Rudimentalās whole āsave-the-world-with-positivityā shtick is exhausting and Ed Sheeran remains obnoxiously overrated for doing relatively little of interest, but against all odds, this track distills each actās redeeming qualities into something thatās actually quite beautiful. I will use and abuse this track, and then we will never speak of this again.
Voulez-vous danse avec moi?
14. Grace Mitchell ā Jitter
One of my favourite qualities in a pop song is when it makes use of various moving parts, switching and layering vocal and instrumental tracks until the inevitable climax. Of course, this can be a risky maneuver: failure to combine all these moving parts gracefully can easily result in a bit of a racket. āJitterā falls firmly in the former category, introducing new ideas throughout, each cleverer and catchier than the last, making for a brilliantly schizophrenic arrangement of stuttering title drops, playground chant refrains and broken French callouts.
When it all falls, when it all falls down,
Weāll be two souls in aā¦
13. Madonna ā Ghosttown
2015 will forever be remembered as the year I fell in love with Madonna, and thereās a very tangible excitement in knowing that the years ahead will be spent delving deeper and deeper into her history. At the same time, I canāt deny that the past year has felt a bit like the closing of a particular chapter of her career, and with that comes a looming sense of uncertainty as to whatās next. Itās in this context that āGhosttownā gains much of its poignancy: in the face of a frightful reality where no oneās future is certain, āletās just hold onto each other.ā Itās an arrestingly warm sentiment to cap off a stretch of her career thatās too often felt cold and distant, during which sheās seldom sounded so engaged in her delivery of a lyric. Rebel Heart is her best album in a decade, and āGhosttownā is its crown jewel.
I wonāt let you down and run,
āCause I couldā¦
12. Dua Lipa ā Be the One
This is very āHAIM on a good day,ā isnāt it? Excuse me while I dwell in this gorgeously sumptuous chorus for the next few months or so.
Sure, I get lonely sometimes.
11. Snakehips ā All My Friends (feat. Tinashe and Chance the Rapper)
Iām going to cut the crap: I messed up on this project. As I write this, itās 11:59 PM on February 4th, 2016, and Iām trying to pound out these last few write-ups so I can move on with my life (read: get Tyler off my case about finishing this). There are many obvious problems with trying to do a best-of-the-year song list a month into the subsequent year, one of which is that Iāve spent January falling in love with some songs that came out in 2015, but which Iād missed until seeing them mentioned in other peopleās timelier lists. Thatās the case with this, and the Dua Lipa one I just typed two sentences about while literally shrugging. Frankly, these two songs could easily be in my top ten for the year, but that would seem like an inauthentic representation of what 2015 really looked like for me. So here they shall sit, just outside the top ten. Youāre welcome for this peek into the harrowing world that is a year-end list when proper write-ups are involved. What a mess.
Itās you that Iāve been waiting to find.
10. Years & Years ā Shine
I love Years & Years. A lot. So it is with great trepidation that I must concede something: Ollyās voice in this song gives me a bit of a headache. Obviously his voice can verge on shrill at the best of times, but it doesnāt really bother me much in other instances. Here, it sometimes drives me nuts, which I can only assume is a product of poor vocal editing, and possibly some sort of sensitivity on my end (though I believe Iāve seen others mention it too). Itās an absolute shame that this is the case, because otherwise, this song is truly magnificent: the melody and subject matter are both, frankly, beautiful, and I wouldnāt be exaggerating to say I find the entire instrumental verging on angelic. Honestly, had a better job been done of the vocal production, this might have crept a spot or two higher, but sometimes things in life arenāt quite how we wish they were, and we must learn to accept it and move on. (And occasionally knock those things down a few positions on a year-end countdown, but that seems rather specific to this context and I hoped to make this a bit of a general statement on life.)
Since weāre running out of timeā¦
9. Justin Bieber ā What Do You Mean?
This is an unequivocal gem, and the best thing Justin put his name to in 2015. Iām going to end this write-up right there, mostly because I passed the point of oversaturation on this (and āSorryā) months ago, and yet it remains inescapable; I need to withdraw completely, lest I find myself unable to ever love it again. I will be back, though.
If you donāt need me,
Just let me go.
8. Grimes ā Flesh Without Blood
The Canadians really pulled it out in 2015, eh? Easily the most accessible thing Grimes has put out thus far, and one of the strongest melodies of the year, with immaculate production to match. One can only hope that an important lesson has been learnt regarding the power of audible vocals, since this kind of puts everything before it to shame.
Stacked my deck like I aināt gonā lose
Like a victim; forget it.
7. Tinashe ā Player
The sophomore album needs no less than three bangers of this calibre. Thatās not too much to ask, is it? The delayed first chorus is incredible, as is the associated tango bit in the video. Actually, the entire thing is rather thrilling. Destroy me and everything Iāve ever known and loved, Queen.
(PLEASE NOTE that the above pertains only to the solo version. No offense to Chris Brown, but his inclusion only detracts from the perfection. Also Chris Brown is awful.)
Spinning like a Gravitron when I was just a kid,
I always thought that things would change, but they never did.
6. Brandon Flowers ā Lonely Town
Seriously, if youāve not yet taken the time to delve into The Desired Effect, youāre only cheating yourself. At ten tracks long, it serves as a sharp, concise artistic statement, with several songs sounding like modern-day classics and, perhaps more importantly, no real filler. āLonely Townā stands as its glistening centrepiece, trading in the same brand of 80sā nostalgia that artists like Taylor and Carly have been mining these past couple years. With its propulsive instrumental and wistful lyrics, nothing else in 2015 came close in the āsummer drive with the windows downā stakes (a musical category of utmost importance, youāll agree). The climax is obviously a highlight, in all its absurdity (boasting both a gospel singer and a banjo), but the very best bit comes just afterwards, when everything reaches a fevered pitch⦠and then settles to just Brandonās voice over some sparse synth chords and a handclap beat. But honestly, no amount of description is going to do it any justice, so go listen for yourselves. Absolutely joyous.
We were young and out of control;
I hadnāt seen you since I was about, mm, sixteen years old.
5. SOPHIE ā Just Like We Never Said Goodbye
Itās difficult ā impossible, even ā to evaluate this song just on its own merits, without digressing to what it represents for SOPHIE as an artist and, moreover, the burgeoning PC Music movement as a whole. After a couple years of being drip fed tracks that have been more sonic experiments than proper songs, itās disarming to be met with something so sincere and straightforward (yet still idiosyncratic, most notably in its exclusion of percussion). In fact, sincerity might be this trackās single greatest strength: though SOPHIEās produced a handful of excellent tracks since 2013ās āBippā, until now, all have been delivered with a wink ā a sense that itās all part of a bigger joke, which may entice listeners with its perceived intellectualism, but simultaneously alienates that same audience by denying it the chance to enjoy the music unironically. Not so with āJust Like We Never Said Goodbyeā, whose maudlin narrative is delivered with such an arresting earnestness, in both vocal and instrumentation, that the only plausible source could be a producer finally choosing to wear his heart on his sleeve. Itās somewhat unfortunate that the entire PC Music era has lent itself more to think pieces than proper reviews, but I hope to be able to look back in five years and recognize āJust Like We Never Said Goodbyeā as the turning point for the movement.
I wanna hold you, but youāre untouchable;
Too cool, caught up in yourā¦
4. Tove Styrke ā Ego
In retrospect, this sounds like a lot of other songs from the past year, and while I hope the whole tropical house sound is on its way out, āEgoā suggests that thereās potential yet in the genre. Plus, this was released back in January, so itās nice to see that Tove remains perched on the cutting edge, where she belongs. Swedish popās stock might have been on the decline these past few years (blame Robynās absence and Tove Loās undeserved ubiquity), but āEgoā serves as a great reminder of what the country can do at its best.
You can run to the hillside
And you can close your eyes, but youā¦
3. Brandon Flowers ā Canāt Deny My Love
Iāve never considered myself a Killers fan outside of a handful of singles, so hearing this glorious piece of unabashed pop from its frontman was an absolute revelation (most likely helped along by it being released on my birthday, i.e. one of the few days in the year Iām pretty reliably in a good mood). I love how it starts off toeing that line between indie and pop sensibilities ā in much the same way as, well, every other artist working with Ariel Rechtshaid these days ā before promptly obliterating any sense of restraint with that behemoth of a chorus, leaving no question as to which side of the indie/pop dualism had won out. It served as a bold statement of what was to come in 2015 ā a promise that The Desired Effect fulfilled with panache.
Oh, my baby!
Every single minute,
Iāll be your hero, Iām willing.
When the lights go outā¦
2. Carly Rae Jepsen ā Run Away With Me
Of all the best bits of instrumentation from the past year, none come anywhere close to rivalling the saxophone intro to this, the first track from the finest pop album of 2015. The word that comes to mind is āevocativeā, because it manages to conjure images of an escape into the night, blissfully accompanied by a loved one ā all before a single lyric can suggest as much. In fact, for all its highlights (and there are many, from the breathless verses to the gargantuan chorus), none manage to quite match the magic of its opening line until the very end, when Carly begins to ad-lib along with that very same sax solo. Thereās probably a clumsy metaphor to be made here about ābecoming one with the nightā or some such thing, but by the time Iāve reached the outro, Iām far too woozy to do much else than bask in the majesty of the soundscape thatās unfolded over the past four minutes. Without a doubt, Carlyās finest moment yet and, with one notable exception, the pinnacle of pop music in 2015.
Cut cover, take that test,
Hold courage to your chest.
Donāt wanna wait for you;
Donāt wanna have to lose
All that Iāve compromised
To feel another high;
Iāve got to keep it down tonight.
And oh, oh, oh,
I was a king under your control.
1. Years & Years ā King
Years & Years made this list pretty easy for me. So easy, in fact, that while Iām not typically one to entertain conspiracy theories, I canāt help but think something was up here: too many boxes were ticked, as though someone behind the scenes were ascertaining that this song would have no trouble finding its way to the top of my list. Was it a record label exec, hell-bent on using my revered platform as amateur Tumblr critic to spread word of their latest investment? Was it the band itself, staking a claim to North American success through indoctrination of personally-selected subjects? Or perhaps something altogether more otherworldly ā my very own Angel of Music, to guide me through the treacherous soundscape of Jason Derulo sound-alikes? (Okay, it was definitely the record label exec, but let me dream.)
This narrative stretches back to 2014 when, fully constrained by a reluctance to delve into as-yet unproven acts (particularly, at the time, male-fronted groups, a concept that seems ludicrous in retrospect), I began to notice the name Years & Years tossed around in my usual Internet spots as something worth keeping an eye on. Did I take heed? Of course not, but that didnāt stop this shadowy figure from maintaining its pursuit. It studied me closely, making notes of my movement patterns, ostensibly to create an estimate of when Iād most likely be making my five-minute trip home from a particularly satisfying day on the job. Whoever was pulling the strings knew that, on this particular day, unlike every other day, Iād opt to turn on the radio instead of plugging in my iPod, just to hear the DJ announce a nqew single by Years & Years that was supposedly about to take off. I remember listening to it, thinking, āMy, that āOhhhhā bit is catchy, isnāt it?ā.
And they knew. They knew that one time on the radio would be all itād take (indeed, they guessed correctly, for I donāt believe Iāve ever heard it since). They knew that Iād listen to it a dozen more times in the twenty-four hours to follow. They knew that Iād be helpless to resist those pulsating synths, those exhilarating verses, and that glittering time bomb of a chorus, which has never failed to take me slightly off-guard with the delight it continues to give me, long after any such effect should have worn off. They knew that no amount of cynicism or jadedness on my part would keep me from getting unequivocal life to the sound of such unfettered joy. I mean, good grief, they even named the song āKingā ā in a year when the men of pop were in top form in a way Iāve not yet experienced in my time as a fanatic of the genre, no other song seemed so unquestionably poised for the throne. All hail!














