In the event nuclear weapons vaporize my existence, I take comfort knowing that my carbon atoms will continue to oscillate in quantum harmony, just as they did before I became conscious. And cosmos help me, if my atoms have to agonize over a transnational insurgence of fascism on a daily basis, I’m at least going to do myself a favor and fill my atmosphere with music that doesn’t suck. Given the accumulating existential crisis in everything, I’ve stopped caring what other people think about music I enjoy. Life is too short.
Notable highlights from this season’s crate mining:
Lomboy. I suspect this is the trippy lounge music you’d expect if Roger Moore’s James Bond graced his way through some seedy orgy in the back rooms of some X-rated moon colony.
Echo Home by The Kills. This takes me there. Every time. Living proof that EP’s are worth the effort.
Motherfucking Yeji. Having spent my formative years raised on a healthy diet of 90’s electro and house music, this is squarely in my wheelhouse. Her style doesn’t feel dated at all and there’s a reason she’s got more than one track featured in this playlist.
The Blow: Get Up. Lyrical genius.
Khurangbin. Cream of the Texas crop.
Four Tet. Press play, and pretend you’re living a scene in Blade Runner. The entire New Energy album is something to experience.
My these songs serve you well as you await for humanity to get its collective shit together.