Spring's here and I have a lead on a great apartment! Feeling pretty good right now. Let me pass on that feeling to you, with the 25 best songs of March 2014.
Lo-fi electro, space-country excursions, 18-minute hardcore beasts, post-Yeezus rap, floaty dream pop, and more of the best stuff we heard this month. Have a listen below. Then listen to the 25 best songs of APRIL by clicking here.
"It’s a song about my two biggest vices, but I’d rather drown with the monster than blow dry my wounds.” - Mish Way, White Lung vocalist
"...this is a true love stump speech, as soulful and direct as something so strange as love can be..."
"The hook 'Take it slowly, brother / let it go now brother' would be condescending in lesser hands, but Mac persists, bringing Donnie & Joe Emerson’s low-tide rock with its glassy guitar lines and two-steps-from-being-a-cult daze."
"Sweetly honking organs and distant, snarling distortion congregate at tortoise speed, and there’s even a slouch to Sharon’s voice that aligns nicely, and sadly, with the tedium in the lyrics."
"The opening chords demonstrate a remarkable tensility that's tested with stacks of anxious shrieks, never snapping completely, even during the protracted krautrock jam session. It rages against an indistinct dread, like it's thrashing around to see the reaper standing just behind its shoulder."
"You'll Never Get To Heaven's new EP Adorn...reinforce[s[ and expand[s] on the notion of Chuck Blazevic and Alice Hansen as one of Canada's most colourful atmospheric pop duos."
Holy Fuck, "Sabbatics"
"Their first new track in four years, 'Sabbatics' re-establishes Holy Fuck as kings of the growling, guttural bass, of the stalking melody line, of weirdly groovy experimental music."
"Post-punk's foundation in dub is present in the warm bassline coiled around twitchy yelps, and Blunt mumbles like he's casting off drink orders for a bartender that already knows what they are."
"Like his R Plus 7 standout "Chrome Country," this track creates beauty from a seed of uncanny humanity in the form of a vocal patch, even while doing its best to highlight its true nature with bursts of alienating static. Even before it's beamed off into the distance for a doleful (and equally synthetic) second half, it's already reached you."
"At 13 minutes, 'Whole New Dude' turns its streaks of pedal steel and chattering guitar layers into a journey, each second interlocked like highway arterials."
"The bubblegum harmonies evoke skipping through a candy store, already sugar high on scent alone. Then as the lyrics cram fistfulls from plastic barrel after plastic barrel into your mouth, the bile comes out full flavour."
"Hidden within its snappy clapping game and that Busta Rhymes reference, its globo-ebullience shrouds a politic doused in gasoline and practising its fire-spinning: "blood-soaked" indictments of capitalism via baked good transactions and musing 'why do we just sit here while they watch us weather till we're gone?'"
"As Tirzah names off all the reasons she and everyone else should be glad to be rid of love, a special kind of denial lies implicit within the dour disco-pop tune."
"...reeds and wooden taps weave seamlessly with oppressive bass and vocal patches that wordlessly work in a sense of accusation (I was eating General Tao/Tso's chicken at the time of writing) that isn't so deluded to not also point directly at itself."
"The radio dial turns, and with a flash of classic rock chords, the colour of magic hour is cast over the haunted attic Merchandise's sound used to inhabit. It's enough for a whole new (old) generation's eyes to focus on their still-intact spectral guitar bravado..."
"[Michael Gira] guides the track into a big band supernova, guitar picking gentle and ominous like light blood rain, a dreadful and perplexing orchestra all his own."
"Damian Abraham casts his eye over the scorched landscape and breathes an indistinguishable, indiscriminate fire, while around him a new and enchanting vigour courses through a tightly wound mayhem that breathes black smoke and the screams of villagers."
"The tags on the Soundcloud page may seem like a self-deprecating stab at perceived synth mawkishness, but Terje never hedges his music in kitsch: the vintage keys may be plush, but "Johnny and Mary" cuts to the root."
"'Venter' is a cursed tomb slowly releasing its awful secrets: the brawny drums, the approaching black tide of synths, the frequencies so high they pinch your inner ear. It's a conference between scholars of destructive music."
"It hits all the right marks despite the gummy, disorienting wonk of the synths, with plenty of space to bounce around your brain."
"100s, recently signed to Fool's Gold, curls his sound on next mixtape IVRY from the chilly beats on Ice Cold Perm while doubling down on his bro-y bar room sexual conquest raps."
"...this mixtape, released through UNO NYC, fits perfectly in a post-Yeezus world with its blow-out beats, each a temperamental collage of different beasts."
"'Arm and Hammer' brings a photographic memory to the trap house."
"...not once does Staples sound like anything other than a veteran, fully-formed and hungry with a hoodie slung low over his eyes, but never so far that his gaze could be averted."