Hundreds of university students descended on Newcastle’s City Hall for an evening of singalong soft pop and RnB so unnecessarily injected with superficial rock and roll antics it made you wonder if Murray Matravers and co have chosen the wrong genre.
You know you’re in for a wild night when you find yourself on the frenzied brim of your second mosh pit of the night and the headline act hasn’t even appeared yet. Instead, it’s Archie Blagden, one half of Somerset hip-hop duo Sad Night Dynamite, that’s flinging himself around in the empty area in front of me, battle-ready with tinted goggles and aided by boomy 808s and scuzzy autotune. I had in some way asked for it – on the walk down to the City Hall I’d told my friend Izzie that I was eager for some full-throated mosh pit action now with the enthralling drama of cleopatrick’s heavy rock set last spring a distant memory. But to the sound of this grungy mess I was as reluctant as the rest of the peace-loving easy life fans around me when Blagden made his final orders to collide. Sad Night Dynamite worked hard during their set but eliciting such an extreme response from a set of fans that largely didn’t know they existed at lunchtime was always going to be an uphill struggle. As it happened, their set ended in a degree of ignominy, with the onstage Macbook crashing despite several midsong attempts at revival.
Thirty minutes later, and seemingly unperturbed by his colleagues’ struggles, easy life frontman Murray Matravers sauntered onto stage as if he simply hadn’t noticed the several thousand fans in the room loudly celebrating his arrival, still clutching his red plastic beer cup as he settled himself at a keyboard for the opening number. He was surrounded by a neat set mimicking the insides of a house – complete with fake, curtained windows and a prop door – to match the homely aesthetic of their second album MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE. A marked improvement from the debut’s rough edges and loose concept, it was that horns-infused second album that I was most looking forward to experiencing in person. Many in the room had affections for the quintet that long predated the 2021 debut album; easy life has supplied a steady drip of singles since 2017, and their disaffected, loose RnB style has already made them regular winning fixtures at festivals across the country every summer. Last year’s jaunt in Glastonbury was particularly notorious, with Matravers jumping several barriers to get down and dirty in the mud at Worthy Farm during skeletons. Through the TV screen, I could hardly believe what I was watching.
easy life’s staging was well put together.
Despite the reputation of their energetic live shows, more often than not it was the more laid-back numbers from the recent album that shone the brightest in Newcastle. Lazy funk head-thumper GROWING PAINS got the gig off to a good start with a display of Matravers’ endearing lackadaisical rap style and knack for an infectious groove. On serene OTT Matravers’ whiny and strained but oddly affecting vocals were also a highlight, doing well to avoid the autotune and instead opting for a stark authenticity that seemed to have the audience screaming along all the louder. No song was screamed louder than exquisite early highlight sangria, a song propelled by a deliciously groovy bass line and one of the finest chorus hooks easy life have penned to date. The refrain was so strong it made up for a pre-recorded Arlo Parks retaining her chorus for the live performance and some dubiously pretentious verses with lines like “euphoric but unbalanced, like two top-heavy fractions”.
The occasional horns that elevated the latest album appeared periodically in Newcastle as a three-piece tucked somewhat apologetically in a distant corner of the stage. It must be said that the musicians didn’t seem to be at their sharpest and on occasion big moments were fluffed by a dodgy note or lack of conviction, but they nonetheless delivered the goods for CALLING IN SICK‘s remarkable instrumental finale, their rousing melodies rising further and further into bliss. As questionable as the horn section’s performance was at times, they were criminally underused, and even obliged to exit via the prop door on songs where they were deemed surplus to requirement. A little more effort towards including them as part of the gang would have gone a long way – easy life’s jazzy pop inflections could suit an extra sophisticated instrumental edge. Besides, pop as a genre (like most things) could always do with more trumpet solos.
The horn section delivered the goods, their rousing melodies rising further and further into bliss.
easy life is a band that appeals to a very specific Gen Z audience, and I had arrived fittingly amongst a gaggle of a dozen university students eager enough to accept an hour waiting outside under the City Hall’s towering stone pillars before the gig. As a result, I found myself in the epicentre of a crowd of the most passionate easy lifers, and after the vigorous warm up of the support act I readied myself for battle, ensuring that the usual pint of Coke was fully consumed before the inevitable mayhem that would ensue. It was song four when I last caught sight of my friends, Matravers splitting the crowd for a booming rendition of BASEMENT. The song was a gritty highlight of the last album but the deafening, elephantine bass synth inevitably came out as a mangled, indistinct rumble from the overworked City Hall soundsystem. The muddy mix didn’t seem to help the audience enthusiasm, and there were audible groans when Matravers enthusiastically set up a second mosh pit for the third chorus. The screams that followed near me seemed more likely to be discomfort from the genuinely alarming crush than delighted exhilaration.
Frequent crowd surfing was both great fun and a major distraction.
The enforced fun didn’t stop there. skeletons was the climax of the night, with scruffy looking drummer Oliver Cassidy orchestrating a mosh circle before impressively extricating himself from the sea of bodies in time for the final chorus. To be fair, if any easy life song warrants such chaos, it’s this one, and performed with a little extra abrasive attitude than the originals the dirty synths and shouty hook gave a satisfactory reason to work up a sweat and inadvertently become intimately aware of the hair hygiene routine of the person in front of you. At other times, the rock and roll antics were simply uncomfortable distractions from unfittingly amiable pop songs. Matravers spent much of breakout hit Nightmares surfing the crowd and, as fun as getting a hand on his shiny leather coat was, I was too busy avoiding getting kicked in the head by the popstar to appreciate the song’s rock solid chorus. Later, an outrageously jazzy trumpet solo was demoted to background music as guitarist Lewis Berry also had a crack at crowd surfing, apparently twisting his ankle as he fell off the stage but getting stuck in regardless. It was telling that I only realised how good the instrumental section sounded when watching back through my jittery footage of the whole hullabaloo in front of me.
I was too busy avoiding getting kicked in the head by a popstar to appreciate Nightmares‘ rock solid hook.
As the night wore on there was a growing feeling that those around me were growing tired of the theatrics too, and even the calmer moments of crowd participation felt jarringly superficial. Matravers had to almost beg the audience to get their lighters in the air for ho-hum new ballad trust exercises, and elsewhere vigorous hand waving from Cassidy only just got the crowd swaying along. There was of course plenty of joy to be had at this easy life for the band’s most faithful followers, but for those still needing convincing the boyband could have done well to tone it all down a bit.
I staggered out the City Hall at 10.30pm underwhelmed but inevitably sweaty and lingered around in vain for a sight of any of the friends I showed up with, having last seen them on the other side of BASEMENT. Grateful for the fresh air, I gave it five minutes before zipping home on an e-scooter, head ringing. I had been given the sticky, claustrophobic music workout I had half-desired before the gig, but it came at the cost of easy life’s music. This is no hard rock or metal band, and I left more confused than when I arrived as to why the band felt the need to turn up the volume on their relatively gentle indie pop so forcefully. Moshing is a worthwhile experience whilst we’re young, but there’s a time and a place. Next time I’ll be more careful what I wish for.
A return after a prolonged hiatus could have spelt creative reinvention for Ann Arbor funk group Vulfpeck. Instead they continue to underwhelm on a sixth album let down by vapid hooks and lazy rehashes.
After some years spent climbing the pinnacle of the undersaturated genre that is contemporary funk music, Vulfpeck reached the summit on 28th September 2019. Having successfully resisted the temptation to sign to a record label ever since the group started up in an Ann Arbor basement eight years prior, the endearingly nerdy five-piece delivered a career-defining set at a sold out Madison Square Garden in New York, being only the second independent act to do so. The 100-minute whirlwind tour of the band’s discography was a glorious achievement duly immortalised in a live album and film, featuring a host of special guests and multiple unforgettable performances (see Woody Goss’s spectacular baroque organ improvisation or Dave Koz and Chris Thile’s saxophone-mandolin duel for starters). 2020’s The Joy of Music, The Job of Real Estate soon followed and featured a handful of standout tracks amongst inconsequential instrumentals. Since then Vulfpeck have taken their first hiatus, with Cory Wong and Theo Katzman finding considerable success in their solo careers and eccentric frontman Jack Stratton apparently hunkering down in his Los Angeles home, masterminding the next era of Vulf.
Few could have guessed Stratton would return quite like this: drumming in a steamy sauna and dressed in a white towel robe and sauna hat alongside half a dozen similarly barefooted bandmates. It’s certainly a concept, but quite why the aesthetic was chosen beyond a good album cover and clickable Youtube thumbnails is anybody’s guess. Disappointingly, saunas are almost entirely irrelevant in the ten tracks that make up Schvitz, but perhaps that’s for the better.
Stratton’s nasally vocals as ‘Vulfmon’ are nothing but unbearably irritating
More pertinently, Schvitz also marks the return of ever-lovable guest singer Antwaun Stanley, who takes lead vocals on five of the ten tracks and is often the album’s greatest asset. He’s radiant on chirpy highlight New Guru, joyfully riffing his way through the verses and digging into a catchy classic funk chorus with gusto. He also elevates well-written Simple Step alongside a pleasingly crunchy upright piano and Joey Dosik’s smoky sax hook. The lyrics, as often is the case for fun-loving Vulfpeck, are simple placeholders for a melody and demand little attention (Simple Step focuses on describing a single dance move), but the quality musicianship does well to smooth over any deficiencies in Stratton’s penmanship.
Elsewhere, Vulfpeck are less lucky. Earworm lacks both lyrical depth and musical interest, and Stratton’s nasally vocals as his alter ego ‘Vulfmon’ are nothing but unbearably irritating. It’s a song told excruciatingly from the perspective of an earworm (“I’m not in your stomach / I’m not in the ground”) but critically lacks an earworm of its own, with Katzman’s slurred hook too convoluted to live long in the memory. By no exaggeration, it all amounts to the most insufferable two and a half minutes of Vulfpeck’s career. Curiously sleepy closer Miracle is marginally better and features a corny chant of “all life is a miracle”, which lacks any self awareness of its own soppiness. There’s hope Joe Dart’s smooth bass line might lead to something more interesting, but it simply doesn’t besides a clunky key change. By the time the lyrics nonsensically start discussing Pokemon, all hope is lost.
For now, Vulfpeck seem to be settling into their life as former world-beaters now past their prime a little too easily
Antwaun may be back, but what hasn’t changed is Vulfpeck’s distinct lack of genuinely new songs. Theo Katzman’s quite sublime solo tune What Did You Mean by Love? gets a remake, and the clever chord progressions and neatly crafted lyrics prove incongruous on Schvitz. Stanley gives a strong performance, but the changes from the original are so minor there’s nothing to recommend the Vulfpeck version above the original. Joey Dosik’s delightful In Heaven also gets a cover and the switch to sparkling acoustic guitar for the cheerful hook is a welcome one, although there’s a niggling feeling that Vulfpeck are rapidly running out of ideas for new songs. A faithful but uninspired reproduction of Bob Dylan’s bluesy Serve Somebody drives the point home.
Schvitz may not completely devoid of highlights, but it is nonetheless an album that tests the patience of even the most dedicated Vulfpeck fan. Covers and joke songs are all well and good, but they largely end up hiding a lack of ambition that could drive the band on to new heights. Songs with more spectacular musicianship and lyrics that dig deeper are entirely within the realms of possibility for Vulfpeck (Katzman has long proved himself as an outstanding lyricist), but for now the band seem to be settling into their life as former world-beaters now past their prime a little too easily. Madison Square Garden was fantastic, but there are more hills to be climbed. In this album, Vulfpeck seem to have stopped trying.
Returning to Leeds for a one-off homecoming, the Guildhall jazzer’s set was rough around the edges but oozed with potential. Aided by a stellar trio of groove-makers, Parthenope’s dexterity on saxophone in particular is already dazzling.
It’s no secret now that the new world of British jazz is fertile ground for fresh talent. Ever since a talented cohort of young jazzers emerged on the scene in the late 2010s (Nubya Garcia, Oscar Jerome, Shabaka Hutchings and Ezra Collective being amongst the most prominent), the growing popularity and newfound coolness of contemporary jazz has been a wonderful thing to witness, and the rise of the moment shows no signs of slowing. The vast range of instrumental and stylistic choices allowed within the vague confines of the word ‘jazz’ has made the characteristics of a new ‘UK jazz’ genre difficult to pin down. Groups could be anything from traditional jazz trios to huge, ever-changing collectives or odd-ball percussion-driven quartets (see the now disbanded Sons of Kemet), often with a refreshing splash of electronics or the earthy touches of ancestral Afrobeat.
Leeds born and raised and still a student at London’s esteemed Guildhall School of Music, Parthenope Wald-Harding’s take on modern jazz is, like many of her contemporaries, none of the above. In her music, soulful vocals meet intricately funky guitar backings, but the emphasis is always on her winding Charlie Parker-esque alto saxophone lines, which dance over each slinky groove like a ribbon in flight. As it stands, the 20-year-old has positioned herself as one of the most promising rising stars in the scene, having already snagged herself a spot in the illustrious Blue Note Re:imagined II covers compilation disc alongside now well established acts such as Franc Moody, Maya Delilah and Nubiyan Twist. Catching her this early – Wald-Harding is yet to release her first original song – brings with it the thrill of seeing an artist at the moment their career begins to blossom and, more importantly, the possibility of being able to gloat about seeing her live a few years down the line once having to explain how to pronounce her remarkable real name becomes a thing of the past (think “penelope”).
Parthenope and her band were warmly received at the Wardrobe
Wald-Harding’s career in music may just be dawning, but a one-off homecoming concert in the cosy Wardrobe successfully pulled in an encouraging crowd of local fans already well aware of her talents. Her set may have lacked familiar tracks, but there were plenty of highlights to get excited about for 2023, with What You Wanted an assured and instantly danceable opener. On this and many other songs, Wald-Harding’s skill as a musician was more than matched by the trio of Guildhallers that completed the band, in particular laser-focussed drummer Tom Potter, whose complex, nuanced funk grooves managed to be engaging but never obnoxiously technical, a feat not all of jazz drummers can pull off. Solos were dished out liberally amongst the band, and it was guitarist Toby Daintree provided the standout improvisation of the bunch with his restless riffing over strutting Pigeon Park.
As a singer, it must be said, Wald-Harding tended to come across as somewhat tentative, never quite willing to go all in on a vocal even when Kinzan Mu’s outrageous bass fills urged her onwards. With a sax reed at her lips, however, Wald-Harding was a force of nature, her solos direct and startling, often whizzing up and down the instrument’s full range before letting out a fearlessly long high shrieks as the crescendos summited. Her habit of standing still and shutting her eyes in concentration for each show stopping solo occasionally made it seem as if the saxophone was playing her, and her ability to only so much as twitch as her unrestrained melodies soared skywards was almost as remarkable as the playing itself.
Parthenope’s saxophone solos were often remarkable
Aptly-named Dynamite, an interpolation of the Roots’ tune of the same name originally performed by drummer Nate Smith and his band, provided both the simplest and most effective head, with Wald-Harding’s dexterity giving way to straightforwardly brilliant jazz-funk songwriting. Equipped with an outlandish chord progression and almost comically plodding bass line, the song was the boldest number of the night, and the wait for an inevitable studio recording of the track begins now. Potter’s ludicrously groovy closing drum solo alone was simply too good to hear only once.
It was a surprise that Wald-Harding’s only public release to date – a dreamy, tasteful cover of Nora Jones’ Don’t Know Why – was one of the night’s less remarkable numbers, her sax lines perhaps inevitably lacking the crystalline sheen of her career-launching recording. There were rough edges to be found in the rest of the set too – head re-entries that lacked conviction, intros that had bandmates seemingly looking to one another for reassurance and good songs that underwhelmingly fizzled into nothing at their conclusion (Dynamite included). Each of Wald-Harding’s band are most in their element when deep into a glorious, attention-grabbing solo, but a little more attention to detail elsewhere would have more convincingly sold the band as a group of emerging professionals.
Yet, with the impressive turnout and clear strength of Wald-Harding’s songwriting ability, the night had been a resounding success and well worth my tiring end-of-season journey to Leeds and back. That said, I was very pleased to see the band wrapping up shortly before 10pm, if it only meant I could grab an earlier train home after my original train had been cancelled. I even had time to nab a set list from the stage before embarking on a brisk walk to the station, only to find the train I had rushed for was indefinitely delayed. I may have ended up stranded at York station as midnight approached but, even then, regret about making the effort to see Parthenope was never on my mind. In many ways, seeing upstarts as genuinely talented as Wald-Harding at the start of their career is just as exciting as seeing well established pros dish out their tried-and-true hits. There’s something smug about hearing so many unreleased songs, especially when the vast majority of them seem like the sort of thing a whole generation of young jazz fans would go nuts for. I’m certain bigger things are coming for Parthenope, and when they do come I will be insufferable.
Just in time for the end of 2022, it’s time to complete our countdown of Undertone’s top songs of the year.
20.Got Weird
from Hot Mess by dodie (pop)
I’m wary of giving in to bias on this one. dodie was here last year with I Kissed Someone (It Wasn’t You), and the year before with Cool Girl, and was also responsible for one of my favourite gigs of all time, even if I find her music often a little saccharine and lacking in a certain oompf. But this song, I insist, deserves some attention. After years of making do with flawed-but-fun In the Middle, July’s Got Weird at last ended the wait for a genuinely danceable dodie song with a strong backbeat. The production is meticulous (new tiny elements of percussion and little vocal interjections are revealed with every repeat listen) and the chorus hook is one of her strongest to date. dodie’s development as an artist is showing no sign of slowing, and whilst Got Weird isn’t quite top ten material, there’s no denying she’s getting closer.
Also listen: Hot Mess
19.Wishbone
from Incantation by Emma Rawicz (jazz)
20-year-old jazz newcomer Emma Rawicz didn’t pick up a tenor saxophone until she was 16. Listening to her assertive solo in the bold and brilliant Wishbone – a jazz fusion number that proudly announced herself onto the UK jazz stage in May – that fact seems beyond belief. The song’s agile but catchy head is delivered by Rawicz (and, importantly, a crisp electric guitar) with all the confidence and panache of someone twice her age. A concise solo packs an even more impressive punch, Rawicz’s tone enjoyably blunt-edged and vibrato-free. By far the most impressive aspect of Wishbone, however, is the quality of the composition. Shifting chords sit naturally with a busy drum part, and Rawicz’s engaging melody ties it all together very nicely. A gripping drum solo at the end also makes for a satisfyingly no-nonsense finale of her debut album. With a starting point as great as Wishbone, big things seem to be ahead for 2022’s brightest rising star in British jazz.
Also listen: Voodoo
18.Esperanza
by Hermanos Gutiérrez (latin, ambient)
Like many of the more obscure artists I’ve discovered over the past year, the Gutiérrez brothers found me in an unexpected place – specifically an independent coffe shop in Ullapool (that is, their music through a speaker, not the Swiss-Ecuadorian musicians themselves, who I would assume are infrequent visitors to the far north of Scotland). It turned out to be a good place to discover Esperanza, a hypnotic, strangely affecting guitar duet that would serve as a quite magnificent soundtrack to the scenic car journeys through remote Scotland in the days to come. The song possesses all the beauty and tranquility of a long, pleasantly uneventful drive through endless hills or, as María Medem’s companion animation vividly portrays, a surreally sparse desert. The musical chemistry of the two brothers is a big part of the song’s success. It’s often difficult to pick out one guitar from another, and the intricacy of the plucking ensures there’s plenty to listen to even as the final, haunting refrain settles into its many meditative repeats. Whether on a physical road trip or not, to listen to Hermanos Gutiérrez is to be taken on a powerfully visceral musical journey. I’ve never heard anything like it.
Also listen: Tres Hermanos is the highlight from the duo’s strong recent album El Bueno Y El Malo, which continues in much the same vain as Esperanza.
17.Victory Dance
from Where I’m Meant To Be by Ezra Collective (latin jazz)
UK jazz frontrunners Ezra Collective have been flirting with latin jazz for a while, but they took the plunge spectacularly earlier this year with raucous samba track Victory Dance. Beyond Ife Ogunjobi’s radiant trumpet solo, it’s pianist Joe Armon-Jones who steals the show by providing one of the performances of his career, charging up and down the keys with characteristically spiky cluster chords. It culminates, as all good piano solos should, with multiple glissandos and passages so mind-blowingly rapid at one point the solo threatens to unravel completely. Armon-Jones just about stays on top of it all in time for a nut-tight horns hook to see the song out. Ezra Collective remain at the peak of their powers no matter what genre that have a crack at (2020’s hip hop-styled Dark Side Riddim was equally brilliant), and as a contemporary British jazz keyboardist, Armon-Jones is virtually unmatched.
Also listen: Ego Killah, Siesta
16.Dream Girl Evil
from Dance Fever by Florence + The Machine (rock)
Choosing a song from Florence Welch’s sixth and quite possibly best album was one of the harder decisions I’ve had to make for this list. For now, I’ll go for brooding Fleetwood Mac stomper Dream Girl Evil. Here, Welch’s sheer power both as a vocalist and lyricist are at their clearest. “At least you’ll sanctify me when I’m dead,” she wails to cue an army of female backing singers that contribute to the song’s snowballing menace. The formidable “I am nobody’s moral centre!” – accompanied a magnificent bass fill – is perhaps the most spine-tingling ten seconds of the whole album.
Also listen: subtle opener King concludes with musical fireworks; instant dance-pop classic My Love always seemed destined to be Dance Fever‘s biggest commmercial hit, and rightly so.
15.Concrete Over Water
from I Love You Jennifer B by Jockstrap (electronic)
Duo Jockstrap achieved the most uncategorisable album of the year with the dauntingly multifaceted I Love You Jennifer B, a feverish collection of bizarre musical beasts that delivered a sonic gut punch when I saw them live on a memorable autumn night. Concrete Over Water is as good a representative as any for the work, and exposes why even a label as vague as ‘electronic’ doesn’t quite fit here: a lo-fi acoustic piano bridge is intensely personal and Georgia Ellery’s impressionistic lyrics are some of the most strikingly beautiful I’ve heard all year. It culminates in a strange stomp of stuttering snares and Taylor Skye’s ethereal synth arpeggios, soon joined by an equally extraterrestrial violin melody. In the end, it’s nigh on impossible to distill everything that makes Concrete Over Water so brilliantly unique into a handful of sentences. Like the rest of this terrific debut album, this is a song that must be heard to be believed.
Also listen: Greatest Hits and What’s It All About could so easily be good, simple pop and folk songs respectively, but instead Jockstrap’s idiosyncratic electronic manipulations lift them to a higher artistic level. Hellish Debra and 50/50 are only for those familiar with what they’re letting themselves in for.
14.Just a Game from Lucky Me by Phoebe Green (pop)
It’s been a big year for indie pop upstart Phoebe Green, who’s daringly original debut album Lucky Me earned deserved critical acclaim. In the middle of it all, Just A Game crashes into gear with a thump of cymbals and cowbell, and continues with much the same conviction. The two-part vocal harmonies are effortlessly pulled off and Green is just as on the money in spoken, confessional interludes. Just A Game manages to sound both deeply personal yet expansive and inescapably moving. “I don’t want to be in love until I know it’s worth my time,” Green tells us amongst a swirl of soaring synths. It’s this flash self-confidence – by no means abundant in the rest of the album – that helps Just A Game shine higher than anything else Green has produced to date.
Also listen: Crying in the Club
13.Blame It on the Water
from Sir Woman by Sir Woman (pop, soul)
Everything about Sir Woman’s Blame It on the Water oozes quality modern soul music, from the tasteful backing vocals to the squirty synths and deliciously funky bass. Kelsey Wilson may have just transitioned away from the world of folk and county as part of Glorietta, but she seems to have no qualms leading the charge for a large and varied band on this number. Underpinning it all is, of course, faultless songwriting, plus a titular hook so intuitive you can practically sing it as soon as you’ve read the song name. A piano-led breakdown in the bridge ensures Sir Woman sticks the landing.
Also listen: Party City is similarly easy to love.
12.This Is Why by Paramore (rock, post punk)
The return of much-loved, now rather nostalgic pop punk favourites Paramore was always bound to be a much talked-about event, but the sheer quality of this comeback single, This Is Why, triggered giddy mania amongst the many thousands of Paramore superfans around the world. Delightfully, the sound of This Is Why is quite clearly distinct from the band’s previous hits. Gone is the now dated pop punk (essentially anthemic pop songs but faster and louder) in favour of the trendier post punk: slinky, minimalist grooves and smarter, sharper choruses. This Is Why‘s chorus in particular packs one hell of a punch, with Hayley Williams’ gang vocals slotting in between a choppy guitar riff like a jigaw piece. There’s a few signs of the Paramore of old: a playful synth shimmer towards the end harks back to Hard Times, and Williams impassioned vocals are no less potent than on old classics such as Misery Business or Still into You. But make no mistake, this is not the Paramore of the 2000s. The big hits may be great, but what lies on the horizon for Paramore may be even better.
Also listen: The News
11.Angel from Palomino by First Aid Kit (folk rock)
First Aid Kit was one of the many bands I discovered whilst glued to my TV on a glorious Glastonbury weekend. It was good timing ahead of their fifth album, which wasn’t short of highlights: the anthemic bliss of Out of My Head, the unmissable narrative three-chord country romp A Feeling That Never Came; charming folk chugger Turning Onto You. It was lead single Angel, that resonated with me the most. Featuring a gorgeous melody perfect for sunset drives home across the countryside, in Angel Swedish sisters Johanna and Klara Söderberg solidified themselves as queens of the two-part vocal harmony, their voices blending with an ease only siblings can pull off. The song comes off as a bittersweet but ultimately liberating admission of unrequieted love. “I love you, even if you don’t love me,” Johanna sings plaintively before a quite glorious trumpet solo takes over. There’s a strong undercurrent of melancholy throughout Angel but in the end this song is an unavoidably joyful piece of self-expression.
Also listen: A Feeling That Never Came, Out of My Head, Turning Onto You
10.CUFF IT from RENAISSANCE by Beyoncé (pop, soul)
As the album of the year lists keep coming its becoming increasingly difficult to find something new to say about Beyoncé’s seventh high-budget, chart-storming studio album. It was arguably the biggest cultural moment in pop this year, and the name recognition of Beyoncé wasn’t the only reason behind the clamour this album generated. A bold change in direction towards the world of dance music in all its forms, RENAISSANCE‘s tracks wove into one another brilliantly, Beyoncé serving up EDM, house and even hyperpop with equal mastery. Exhilarating hit CUFF IT was the album’s soul offering and had my hairs standing on end with excitement when I heard it on a first listen through of the album on a long, jet-lagged night in Bangkok last summer. Principally CUFF IT is home to a glut of superb funk bass lines which only grow more emphatic as the song develops. Beyoncé’s vocals – as world class as ever – ensure momentum is never lost, and every little addition (sublime group backing vocals, a gleeful horns section, a squelchy rhythm guitar) is mixed in with the precision of an artist of unmatched pop pedigree. A perfectly good chorus is ditched after just two outings, but the riveting funk jam that arrives in its place makes such reckless regard to traditional pop song structure more than excusable. CUFF IT, along with it’s eye-watering 300 million streams, has repositioned Beyoncé at the very top of modern pop. She’s never sounded funkier.
Also listen: PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA, VIRGO’S GROOVE, BREAK MY SOUL
9.Still Feeling You from COUCH by Couch (pop)
If writing a good pop song was a box ticking exercise, then Couch have all their bases covered with Still Feeling You. The band are fresh out of various music colleges across the US, and it’s a song that has all the hallmarks of being written by an enthusiastic, very capable student of music. There’s a contrasting pre-chorus, trendy anti-chorus, clever harmonic shifts and even a strikingly knotty big band-led bridge. The ingredients of success are all there, but Tema Siegel still holds nothing back vocally, in particular by belting out a phenomenal high note after the bridge that still sounds spine-tingling on the hundredth listen. It’s a challenge to find anything to fault here. Still Feeling You is ambitious in its relative complexity, but the execution couldn’t have been more nailed.
Also listen: Saturday
8.Leader of the Pack
from Cub by Wunderhorse (rock)
Within five seconds of hearing Wunderhorse’s Leader of the Pack last October I knew I had a top ten contender on my hands. The song opens with the grittiest guitar hook I’ve heard all year; the sort of hook so simple yet brilliant it makes you wonder why no one has written it before. Newquay-based Jacob Slater gets stuck in with an growling, distorted vocal performance good enough to launch his career towards the mainstream. Slater can’t resist the temptation to throw in a screaming, old school classic rock guitar solo towards the end, and the end result is a spectacular piece of loud, dirty, crowd-pleasing rock ‘n’ roll.
Also listen: Teal
7.When You Know You Know
from Expert In A Dying Field by The Beths (rock)
Standing in front of the Beths in a underfilled Brudenell Social Club in Leeds, I heard their soon-to-be-released A Real Thing and got worried. It was their first big misfire in a while, including an ungainly, awkwardly choppy chorus that simply didn’t work. As a first taste of an upcoming third album, it was disappointing. By the time September had rolled around, however, a Kiwi indie rock miracle was upon us. With A Real Thing apparently ditched from the tracklist, Expert In A Dying Field was unquestionably the best album the Beths have released to date: packed with cracking singalong choruses, versatile and hooky songwriting and more face-melting guitar solos than you could shake a Brudenell homemade pasty at. Pleasingly straightforward hit When You Know You Know was my pick with its clever melodies often accompanied by silky backing vocals. Jonathan Pearce’s concise guitar solo is also a joy before Elizabeth Stokes charges another rollicking chorus. Almost right under our noses – and annoyingly right after I saw their middling live show – the Beths have reinvented themselves. My tickets for their next UK tour have already been bought, and with material as strong as When You Know You Know now at their disposal they are bound to tear the roof off.
Also listen: thrashing A Passing Rain has the Beths’ punkiest chorus to date; Knees Deep, Head In The Clouds, Your Side and I Told You That I Was Afraid all feature Stokes at the peak of her songwriting powers.
6.The Loneliest Time from The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepsen feat. Rufus Wainwright (pop, disco)
While Carly Rae Jepsen has never been doubted by the critics, a long time have passed since genuinely iconic hit Call Me Maybe, her first and arguably only global hit. That finally changed in 2022 with the pitch perfect disco track The Loneliest Time. The magic’s in the sprightly strings parts (incidentally arranged by former Cory Wong collaborator Cody Fry), as well as the irrestible vocal chemistry between Jepsen and fellow Canadian Rufus Wainwright. That’s not to mention the TikTok viral bridge, which is enormous fun and will no doubt be screamed by the superfans (myself included) when Jepsen rocks up to Leeds Academy in a little over a month. “And in the morning sun hits the water / Is this nirvana?” they sing in harmony to mark a stunningly beautiful coda. Carly Rae Jepsen’s latest pop smash may not amount to spiritual enlightenment, but it’s not far off.
Also listen: Talking to Yourself, Beach House
5.FAMILY VAN from BUMMER by cleopatrick (rock)
FAMILY VAN is a rock song not for the faint of heart. Heard in its natural habitat from a sweaty mosh pit in Leeds last March, it sounded apocalyptic. Genius production has a big part to play here: there’s only one guitar, but the deafening bridge sounds like an army of rockstars, and Ian Fraser’s kick drum is never anything but chest-poundingly explosive. Frontman Luke Gruntz channels his rage through heavy vocal distortion, at one point his vocals so angry he can hardly finish an expletive ridden sentence before the cacophony engulfs him. FAMILY VAN isn’t just raw noise either. Gruntz’s lurching opening riff is nicely repurposed throughout, most effectively in an awesomely triumphant finale. Fraser is shrewd behind the drum kit, saving his earth-shattering fills for the big moments and delivering an impressive whirlwind of cymbals in that remarkable bridge. Music can be a vessel for all emotions, and FAMILY VAN is unequivocal about which one it attempts to recreate: this is pure, unadulterated fury, delivered in its most potent form.
Also listen: GOOD GRIEF, OK
4.They Gave Me A Lamp
from Every Valley by Public Service Broadcasting feat. Haiku Salut (art rock)
I was lucky enough to come across intriguing Derbyshire ambient trio Haiku Salut at a small venue in York last May, and since then I’ve been hooked on the delightful They Gave Me A Lamp. It’s a song helmed by Public Service Broadcasting, a band that have made a name for themselves by setting evocative historial soundbites to music. Fascinating album Every Valley covers the rise and fall of the Welsh mining industry, and They Gave Me A Lamp specifically looks at the issue from a feminist slant, following one woman who describes being undervalued in the jobs she is assigned. It’s an incredibly niche premise for a song, but even if you let the moving interview recordings wash over you, there’s something unmistakbly powerful about the musical accompaniment. Trumpets, guitars and glockenspiel weave around one another, rising and falling in sync before a chugging bass guitar heralds an inspiring fanfare finale. With the endearing vocals on top of it all, They Gave Me A Lamp makes for a spellbinging artistic package.
Also listen: All Out covers the miners’ strikes, and sounds about as brutal and earthy as you could hope for.
3.I’m Happy You’re Here
by Ugly (alt rock)
Coming in at just over eight minutes, I’m Happy You’re Here is a song that rewards patience. For the most part, tension is built slowly and carefully. Samuel Goater’s vocals are nervy and introspective, and over an unsettled chord progression and ghostly backing vocals his baritone is a commanding presence. “I’ve come a long way to destroy you,” he warbles at one point like an anime character preparing for the final boss as electric guitars threaten to cut loose. The set up is exquisite, but the payoff is even more so: an electrifying new hook, rapid, stuttering drums and an unbelievable saxophone solo that tails off into the stratosphere.
Fresh Cambridge alt rock outfit Ugly have only just embarked on their careers, but I’m Happy You’re Here is an inimitable piece of art and a quite staggering achievement for a band that only have an EP of jangly punk three-minuters to their name. The song provides an instrumental depth that’s not supposed to come from a ragtag-looking bunch of university students whose gigging tours are yet to head much further north than Bedford. The verses are imbued with all sorts of sonic wonders: an eery, distant honky tonk piano, an unnervingly sudden intake of breath, a wispy high-frequency synth, some sort of exotic bird call. In the end it’s all pulled together in a denoument that evokes a grand Shakespearean tragedy. Like Hamlet, I’m Happy You’re Here may takes its time to reach a conclusion, but embrace the undercurrent of strangeness and stick with it. I promise the final act makes it all worthwhile.
Also listen: spiritual followup single Sha is a much less experimental chamber rock track, but just as effective in getting its hook lodged in your head.
2.Hold Me Closer
by Cornelia Jakobs (pop)
Cornelia Jakobs may have finished a disappointing fourth in the 2022 Eurovision Song Contest, but her song deserved so much more. Hold Me Closer is a devastating reflection on doomed love, with Jakob’s pained, smoky vocals an ideal match for lines as heartbreaking as “I found the right one at the wrong time, but until the sunrise, hold tight”. Critics at the time said Hold Me Closer was too much a typical Swedish pop entry, lacking in any ambition to extend beyond the familiar constraints of the commercial middle-of-the-road crowdpleaser. Sure, Hold Me Closer is not lacking in traditional pop tropes, but every single one is executed with undeniable perfection. Synths may fill out the choruses, but they sound not tacky but propulsive, creating a swell of emotion behind Jakobs. The bridge is concise enough to comply with the ESC’s three minute constraints, but still provides a precipituous crescendo to get the confetti cannons firing in earnest. On paper the lyrics are trite and saccharine, but sung with the passion and heartbreak that exudes Jakobs, every word is crushingly believable. I have no qualms saying Hold Me Closer musically trumps Ukraine’s victorious Stefania and even the UK’s high-scoring Space Man in virtually every category, but alas Cornelia didn’t quite land the biggest crown in European music. Perhaps inevitably, it seems a case of the right song at the wrong time.
Also listen: Fine is a just as emotional but more intimate and intiguing ballad; Late Night Stories was the best I could find from Jakobs’ back catalogue.
1.Concorde
from Ants From Up There by Black Country, New Road (chamber rock)
“I was made to love you, can’t you tell?!” Isaac Wood begs at one point during Concorde. It’s a lyric that neatly sums up Black Country, New Road‘s masterpiece in Ants From Up There, an album that runs like a contemporary Tennyson’s Maud as an analysis of one man’s doomed and completely unreciprocated obsession with a woman, all told from the perspective of the unreliable narrator. The February release has since become my very own obsession. Not one song on Ants From Up There from the Cambridge septet fails to pack a punch, and the outstanding musicianship (Lewis Evans and Georgia Ellery make for a memorable partnership on saxophone and violin respectively) plus Wood’s deeply personal and often bizarre lyrical style had me returning to Ants From Up There again and again and again throughout the year. For this list the difficulty was not in whether a song from Ants From Up There would be a winner, but which one.
I’ve settled for Concorde, which seems as good a representative as any for the album, with the title one of the album’s most memorable recurring metaphors. Concorde is an ever-shifting composition, with Luke Mark’s reassuring guitar riff leading the way. The choruses build and fall and build again like waves, coloured by a plucking mandolin and Evans’ evocative rising saxophone melody. The final build into an extraordinary instrumental section – starting with the hum of Tyler Skye’s lone bass guitar – is as stupendous as they get. “Concorde and I die free this time!” Wood yells with deluded triumph, rounding off a lyric sheet that would quite easily be dived into and mined for nuggets of metaphorical insight by any enthusiastic student of literature. Now in the knowledge of Wood’s abrupt departure from the band in the days before the album’s release, it’s a line that makes for uneasy, but gripping, listening. Perhaps Wood simply put too much of himself into his music. Perhaps such frank and poetic outpouring of emotion became too much for him. With a song as formidable as this one, who could blame him?
Also listen: Good Will Hunting is almost a normal rock song (and one of the few songs barely under five minutes), and a brilliant rock song at that; beautiful, lilting The Place Where He Inserted the Blade also deserved top spot; mind-blowing art rock epic Basketball Shoes‘ reputation preceeds itself – whatever you do, cherish that first listen.
It’s time once more to run through Undertone’s 40 favourite songs of the year. As ever, it’s a list that’s been meticulously – almost obsessively – curated over the course of 2022, with each song’s position chosen by a combination of rigid methodology (in this case, dozens of randomised one-to-one comparisons with other songs) and subjective emotional pull; the top songs are invariably the ones that resonated with me for reasons music and lyrics alone can’t explain. The rules are the same as before: no covers or live performances and strictly one song per album, even if chosing the best song on certain albums can trigger a week of lost sleep. Unlike more professional lists from critics, this collection of songs reflects my personal consumption of music this last year and I have made no attempt to identify the best music globally released in 2022, since I simply don’t have the time or patience to digest the vast amount of new music there is to enjoy in any given year. Instead this list simply reflects the best music I’ve become aware of this past year. Most, but not all, songs in this list were released in 2022.
This post covers positions 40 to 21. Check back on the blog next Friday for my favourite 20 songs of 2022.
40.About Damn Time
from Special by Lizzo (pop, disco)
With its throbbing bass line and a second verse smooth enough to send TikTok into a frenzy, Lizzo’s most recent pop smash made a strong case for 2022’s song of the summer. She may have tipped her toe into the enticing waters of the new disco zeitgeist with unavoidable 2019 breakout hit Juice, but About Damn Time was Lizzo going all in. Virtually every box on the disco bingo card is checked – a Nile Rodgers rhythm guitar, a purring slap bass, a titular vocal hook so simple a two-year-old could sing it back after hearing it once. There’s plenty of fun beyond the box ticking too, namely in a silly but effective flute hook undoubtedly performed by Lizzo herself. About Damn Time is a song that will be lighting up dancefloors the world over for many years to come.
Also listen: 2 Be Loved (Am I Ready)
39.Carta
from Marchita by Silvana Estrada (folk, singer-songwriter)
Silvana Estrada’s beautiful Marchita is the sort of album that deserves to be sat down with on a quiet Sunday afternoon and given your full attention. The Mexican songstress’s earthy, strikingly delicate sophomore release is beautiful from start to finish, her pristine acoustic compositions sounding as delicate as finely-crafted origami. It’s an album not short on solemn, introspective moments (album closer La Enfermedad Del Siglo constitutes a quite breathtaking trombone solo), but lilting, uptempo number Carta is perhaps Estrada shining at her brightest. Her exceptional vocals as clear and refreshing as sunshine, Estrada performance is a joy to behold over a charming accompaniment of acoustic guitar and double bass, plus the occasional lyrical cello intermission. Endearingly understated, Carta may not demand your attention like the big rock tracks in this list, but within the quietness is a beauty few artists can conjure.
Also listen: La Enfermedad Del Siglo, Sabré Olvidar
38.Prosecco
by Rachel Maria Cox (pop)
It’s a shame Aussie alt-pop singer Rachel Maria Cox has yet to find her followup hit after this sure-footed disco-pop number that came out back in 2019. A big, big song helped by an uninhibited vocal performance, it’s difficult to fault Cox’s bold chorus hook, and the competing forces of cowbell, synth, bass and guitar in the verses are well managed. Topped by a phenomenally effective bridge, the hope is that Cox’s career will progress one day to decent-sized gigs where this dance track will surely find a receptive audience.
37.Hold U
from Any Shape You Take by Indigo De Souza (indie pop)
Listening to Indigo De Souza’s enjoyably gritty alt rock album Any Shape You Take late last year, there must have been a part of me that stopped listening by the time I reached Hold U at track eight. It was summer 2022 by the time I gave Hold U another chance to discover it was like nothing else on the album. De Souza’s vocals, previously ragged with intense emotion, were softened for one track only, allowing for an enticing indie pop track imbued with intricate guitar lines and the gentle hum of an electric organ. The song deserves its place on this list for the ingenious mid-chorus groove entry alone, but beyond that point momentum is never lost. “It’s gonna be alright,” she reminds us with refreshing chipperness, before unleashing a series of exquisite high notes in an expansive finale. It’s such an effective genre switch that it makes you wonder why De Souza chose to make a name for herself with jangly guitar chords and yelped vocals about death. With a song like Hold U, however, I won’t be complaining.
Also listen: Pretty Pictures, Die/Cry
36.Sidelines
by Phoebe Bridgers (indie pop)
After releasing one of the albums of 2020 with the mult-faceted masterwork Punisher, Phoebe Bridgers returned in style this year with Sidelines, which sees her as subtly brilliant as ever. A downcast melody meets a gently muffled drum machine halfway through, and the tasteful strings throughout complement Bridgers’ pristine vocals perfectly. It’s a song in no hurry to reach a firm conclusion, instead choosing to languish in melancholy and give Bridgers’ gorgeous lyrics room to breathe. There’s a depth of emotion here that Bridgers is a real specialist in tapping into. “Nothing makes me cry,” she tells us at one point, seemingly wishing she had more emotion. Many listening to a song as affecting as this may well feel the opposite.
Also listen: Bridgers’ most recent addition to a series of charming Christmas songs, So Much Wine
35.Rock Bottom
by Mathilda Homer (indie pop)
Rock Bottom is the best song of Londoner Mathilda Homer’s still-blossoming career so far. It’s in that memorable chorus where Homer’s smoky vocals are at their strongest, the melody stretching into her upper range and allowing for an outburst of emotion that propels the track forward. The gradual inclusion of a spacey lead guitar and shimmering synth add some pathos to this self-assured pop track, and by the final minute the feeling of catharsis is palpable. Surely even bigger hits await for Homer.
34.Law Hill
from Forest Floor by Fergus McCreadie (jazz)
Highland-born jazz pianist burst onto the scene this year with Forest Floor, a dazzling jazz trio debut that landed him a spot on the Mercury Prize shortlist. Infused with the immediacy of folk melodies but still providing plenty for seekers of wild, extended improvised solos, Forest Floor is an engaging listen and restless opener Law Hill is perhaps the most interesting track of the bunch. It features an outstanding performance from McCreadie, who launches into a blistering solo, somehow staying on top of the rapid, ever-shifting groove provided by David Bowden and Stephen Henderson on bass and drums. The track concludes spectacularly with a stuttering, Snarky-Puppy-esque riff that gives Henderson the freedom to whip up an enthralling storm of drums and cymbals. It’s an ambitious way to open your debut album, but this risk has marvelously paid off.
Also listen: The Unforrowed Field, Glade
33.After All
from God Save the Animals by Alex G (singer-songwriter, pop)
Now deeply experienced singer-songwriter Alex G came out with perhaps the album of his career in 2022 with God Save the Animals, and After All is a good introduction to his haunting blend of vocal manipulation and electronics with a more traditional band set up. An understated but expertly composed and produced track, Alex G shifts up a gear for a soaring chorus melody in which his squeaky, echoing vocals manage to highlight the strength of the melody rather than serve as a distraction. Like the album that follows, After All is a curious piece, but one that reveal more and more of its magic with every listen.
Also listen: Runner, Forgive
32.BASEMENT
from MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE… by easy life (pop)
After years of pumping out consistently catchy pop numbers and delivering memorable performances at festivals up and down the country, Leicester five-piece easy life now find themselves firmly in the position of one of Gen Z’s most beloved boy bands. Heavy funk party-starter BASEMENT was my pick from a strong batch of songs from the most recent album. Murray Matravers’ coolly under-sung vocals are a fitting match for a song with this much menace, and a wonderful choice of squirty synth for the chorus hook sounds like something pulled straight out of the Doctor Who theme. It’s songs like this that fuel my excitement to see them live next February: surely that bass line belting out of the bulky O2 City Hall speaker system will be electrifying.
Also listen: CALLING IN SICK, OTT, MORAL SUPPORT
31.Party Trick
from Marginalia by ella jane (pop)
ella jane realised her full potential with Marginalia, in particular with Party Trick, which shows her creative approach to modern pop at its finest. A retro-leaning synth chugs away like a idling motorbike in the chorus, providing some interesting texture underneath a hooky chorus. A bridge topped by a simple but effective drum fill seals the deal nicely. Pop songs that follow the same outline as Party Trick have undoubtedly been written before, but rarely are they delivered with this much creative flair.
Also listen: Time On, I Wanna
30.Cure For Me
from The Gods We Can Touch by AURORA (pop)
During a lovely evening with AURORA at Leeds’ O2 Academy in April, Cure For Me was the most successful performance of the night, and predictably so. No AURORA song distills her infectious sense of fun quite so clearly. A slightly silly three-note synth riff leads the charge for a rowdy chorus packed with plenty enough percussion to get any concert hall of fans bouncing along enthusiastically. The message – who you are is not something that needs to be fixed or ‘cured’ – is simple and effective, and the a big dramatic crescendo in the bridge somehow manages to intensify the joy even further.
Also listen: A Temporary High, Blood In The Wine
29.Las Panteras
from Let the Festivities Begin! by Los Bitchos (cumbia)
One-of-a-kind cumbia four-piece Los Bitchos delivered one of my favourite gigs of the year when they visited Newcastle in September with a set stuffed to bursting with irrestibly danceable grooves and exquisite guitar hooks that sounded more anthemic with every repeat. Las Panteras tore the roof off on the night and that energy is well-bottled in its studio cut, which features an exhilarating build after a tempo change half way through. It’s not overly complicated, nor – like all of Los Bitchos’ music – does it have any lyrics to muddy the picture. Las Panteras is simply a joy from start to finish. These days listening to it takes me right back to that wonderful night.
Also listen: The Link Is About to Die, Pista (Fresh Start)
28.KEEP IT UP
from WHO CARES? by Rex Orange County (pop)
Mentioning anything about Alex O’Connor is not as striaghtforward as it once was. In October it emerged that the immensely popular British songwriter, who had gained himself an image of the winsome, endearingly introverted indie lad, had been accused of six counts of sexual assault, provoking intense discussion about the state of his career and the familiar conundrum of whether the music of a disgraced star still deserves to be listened to. Seemingly much less talked-about was the dropping of all these charges just this week, and so fortunately appreciating his pop is no longer so controversial. It’s just as well because it had been such a promising year for the star with the release of his fourth album, which marked a huge improvement from the decidedly lackluster Pony. Lead single KEEP IT UP was his finest three minutes of the year, an endearingly understated little pop track with a gorgeous strings hook and cheery chorus about persisting through difficulty. The business-as-usual bumbling bass (a wonderful melody in itself) and chirpy upright piano make for an uncomfortable juxtaposition for the storms ahead for O’Connor in the second half of the year, but KEEP IT UP deserves to be heard above the media frenzy of the allegations, simply by being such a classy pop song.
Also listen: OPEN A WINDOW, AMAZING
27.Mistress America
from This Is Really Going To Hurt by Flyte (folk, pop)
Listening to Flyte’s Mistress America, it’s difficult to believe that the alternative folk band are actually from London. Everything about this song screams America, from Will Taylor’s pensive croon to the relaxed, country-leaning guitars and loose drumming. Lyrically, there’s even some smart, dark satire of present day America (“Mistress America / I’m gonna get a gun and learn the words to all your songs”) which finds a nice home over a wistful descending chord progression that seems to yearn for the semi-mythical ‘great’ America of long ago. The standout performer is Nick Hill on a prominent picked bass, who unleashes a genius bass line in the chorus that McCartney would surely be proud of. The American twang running throughout Mistress America may be artificial, but the poginancy of this track remains perfectly untainted.
Also hear: Losing You
26.Disco Living
from Discover Effortless Living by Bull (rock, pop)
I’ll try not to speak with too much bias when I say local York favourites Bull have a cracking song in Disco Living. Positioned at the end of a consistently great debut album, Disco Living has all the ragged triumph of a live set closer, complete with somewhat gratuitous key changes, multiple scratchy guitar solos and the most anthemic chorus (and verse, for that matter) they’ve ever written. They even throw in an extensive outro and yet another guitar solo for good measure, milking that good old fashioned four chord loop for all its worth. With a tune as glorious as this, who could blame them?
Also listen: Bedroom Floor, Eugene, Green
25.Kerosene
by Biig Piig (electronic)
2020 was an unfortunate time for incomporable Irish artist Biig Piig to come up with a dancefloor primed funk pop banger in Feels Right, but now she’s finally able to give the song the airing it deserves alongside a promising batch of new singles. Choppy and wildly inventive Kerosene is more adventurous than Feels Right but no less groovy. Jessica Smyth’s vocals are sliced and repitched to remarkable effect in a striking chorus, but the basics of a strong pulse and reverberating synth bass line are all there too. There’s a change in musical direction every eight bars or so, with every corner of the two and a half minutes packed with a new piece of production magic. No one in the pop world seems able to create like music quite like this: fresh, exciting and punchy. Kerosene‘s christening on Biig Piig’s UK tour next spring will no doubt be explosive.
Also listen: This Is What They Meant
24.mememe
by 100 gecs (hyperpop, punk)
The Gecs are back, and their music is as radical and raucous as ever. It’s been a few years now since they popularised the brand new genre of ‘hyperpop’; that is, pop taken to its logical extreme with intensely processed vocals, ramped up tempos and instruments turned up so loud their sound ends up mangled in distortion. mememe is arguably their most straightforward earworm to date: a short, looping hook and an even shorter chord loop, plus a chorus that dives headfirst into the wild world of uninhibited punk music. It’s an utterly lethal track, made more potent by its volatility. Nothing quite makes sense; the punk chorus (nostalgically led by a 8-bit synth as if from a retro video game) gives way suddenly to a relatively tame ska verse, and there’s even the appearance of a deceptively harmless baroque fugue take on the hook at one point. Of course, the genius of 100 gecs is that their ideas are so outlandish no one has dared to try them out in a song before. Instead, the duo stand out on their own on pop’s wild side, with mememe their most reliable mosh pit igniter.
Also listen: Torture Me, Runaway
23.Dead Inside Shuffle
from Quality Over Opinion by Louis Cole (funk)
This year also saw the return of immensely talented jazz and funk musician with a mammoth 20-song fourth album that struck a balance between crude funk silliness (Park Your Car on My Face was a genuine highlight) with more earnest personal confessions. Dead Inside Shuffle is a bit of both, with Cole’s general weariness of the world played off like a self-deprecating joke behind a sticky swing drum groove and a quite outrageously funky clavinet. This is Louis Cole at the peak of his powers, offering up not just an unforgettable groove but an impactful lyric sheet to match.
Also listen: I’m Tight, Failing in a Cool Way, Park Your Car on My Face
22.the dealer
from PAINLESS by Nilüfer Yanya (alt rock)
Whilst much of London indie upstart Nilüfer Yanya’s critically-acclaimed third album felt frustratingly restrained, piercing, no nonsense alt rock opener the dealer felt anything but. The jittery drum groove and Yanya’s ominously wispy vocals are both great, but it’s the sparingly used bass guitar that steals the limelight here, ripping into the first chorus with an spectacular melody that charges up and down the octaves. Every time it gets reintroduced feels monumental. the dealer‘s biggest strength is in how it ends up sounding so nasty desipte so little raw material to work with: Yanya, a guitar, bass and drums are all there is to it. Lead singles to blockbuster albums like this one hardly come more resourceful.
Also listen: stabilise, belong with you
21.ceilings
from Five Seconds Flat by Lizzy McAlpine (singer-songwriter, folk)
ceilings is a song that’s been waiting for Lizzy McAlpine to write it. Such is the assuredness of the warm acoustic guitar and lilting melodies, the track almost comes across as a cover of some famed country rock standard from decades ago. But no, this is all McAlpine’s, and it’s all brilliant. Her crystal clear vocals cut through to the soul thanks to a movingly romantic set of lyrics that include a soul-crushing plot twist right as the song reaches its emotional apex. Beyond that acoustic guitar, the instrumental backing is tastefully restrained, with a woody bass landing with aplomb in the second verse. With only two choruses, ceilings comes and goes in a flash but perhaps that’s intentional; the song ends up with an ethereal quality, as if soundtracking an intimate moment briefly frozen in time.
