Self-effacing folk-rock, a southern rap manifesto, and guttural doom star make up this week's five best songs.
"The literally stormy opening of the EP's title track also feels like it's clinging onto a more blissful time...The crashing of waves continues through pulsing beats, throat singing and the crystal shards of Will Wiesenfeld syllables dancing across 8-bit synth drones."
"Formed around the beginnings of an affair, Kelela sounds a lot more smitten than on "The High," her somnambulant soul a nice pre-game before Tink makes her demands for the evening."
"'Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap / five albums in I swear a country nigga snap.' Fair warning, and he pulls the trigger, sticking a manifesto of lean, precise barbs and dexterous combinations fit for the firebrand he embodies on record."
"Everything slowly unfurls like the blackest living fog in four minutes of guttural bellows and synthesized chants, black robed and faceless."
"...surrounding Van Etten's endearing guitar traipses and her voice's perpetual bomb-like cascade, there's a lot of biting humour on display."