A catchy-as-fuck, gritty lil indie-rap crossover to push you through these bizarre late April snows and off-white skies. Also great if you’ve been meaning to get more into rap, but your search list kinda ran dry after you found Childish Gambino
This hidden gem of a song is good for the following:
– Mad indie street cred
– Studying, especially if it’s something kind of metaphysical
– Probably smoking weed, but I’ll get back to you once I’ve actually tried it
– Dancing alone in your room at 3:30 am as a fourth week study break
– Having profound revelations, if showering just ain’t doing it for ya
– Browsing avant-garde photography albums
– Listening to on top of a fourteener you just summited
What this song is not good for:
– Fight scene background music
– Rough sex (dispute me on that one if you want)
– The opening show for Kanye
– Donald Trump rallies (but then again, what song is)
– Ignoring and never listening to, ever. A song this revelatory and dreamy is worth your damn time.
It’s a softly Americana acoustic piece that sounds kind of like what it feels to watch a sunset alone. There’s also something deeply and enticingly sad about it, especially once you get to the piquant, silvery mandolin solo toward the end. I’ve been obsessed with this song for months, and it’s one of those rare songs that I think I’ll remain obsessed with, you know, from now on.
(P.S. I think this band almost came to CC last year and then got replaced by Caribou Mountain Collective at the last minute. Fun fact.)
I don’t have enough positive affirmations to adequately express how much I am freaking out about this particular Christmas song. In the remarkably diverse genre of holiday music, I’m mildly confounded by the fact that all Christmas radio stations play are 80s throwback love songs, excessive Michael Bublé, remastered Nat King Cole, and ex-Beatles’ half-assed attempts at holidazing. (Sorry, Lennon/McCartney. Your other music was way cooler.) This bluegrass rendition of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” is a breath of fresh, pine-scented air compared to most other attempts at the very kitschiest of genres. Not only that, but within the tiny niche genre of Christmas bluegrass (check it out sometime), this song is definitely one of the most masterful and toe-tappin’. I’d even go so far as to say I’d probably kiss the song under the mistletoe if it were a person.
Before you inwardly groan upon sighting this Song of the Day post and begin yelling some diatribe about how Coldplay is overplayed, over-commercialized, and destined to become the new Nickelback, shut the fuck up and press play. This brand new release may not be as good as Coldplay’s old haunts like “Clocks” or “Speed of Sound” or “Viva la Vida,” but it’s also much better than any of their other releases in the past few years. “Adventure of a Lifetime” is colorful, whimsical, infectious, and well-engineered. At least give it a shot, please?
It’s definitely chilled-out study music, but its ominous sound effects damn near reference Pink Floyd. It also showcases Brandon Boyd’s incredible melodic phrasing abilities as a singer, and I have no idea why this circa-2000 gem never quite caught on as one of Incubus’ top hits. Also, if anyone ever serenades me with a song as alluring as this one, I will fucking swoon.
If this song sounds vaguely familiar, that’s probably because you were enraptured by the dance routine that accompanied it at Dance Workshop last weekend. I, too, found myself captivated not only by the jerky, saran-wrapped dancers, but also by the the hypnotism of the bass and simply by how weird the song sounded. This isn’t your usual electronic concoction. Traditional ambient electronic sounds brew together with nearly-wartime-era woodwind riffs and the kind of incessant bass beat you’d usually just hear in hip hop. This song’s a slightly avant-garde treat, probably weird enough to ward off the Friday the 13th demons.
Is almost exactly half a year before Blues & Shoes too damn early to post what is unequivocally the festival’s anthem? In case you’re not already in the know, Blues & Shoes is what CC kids call the annual, one-day springtime bluegrass festival that annihilates the grass of Tutt quad. This addictive banjo-and-fiddle tune sums up everything that day stands for: highly do-si-do-able bluegrass, the occasional yell of affirmation (“OH BOY!”), a bit of dissonance, and several mentions of the potential (and inevitable) consumption of illicit beverages. It’s a riveting song all the time, of course, so be sure to check it out and start on your stoke six months early.
I have a Spotify playlist containing over 1,200 songs by artists I’ve been meaning to give a try, and I have no idea how a chillstep artist called Coyote Kisses ended up among my mishmash of bluegrass and indie/alternative bands. Even so, I happened to shuffle to this song and instantly began obsessing over it for a week. The airy ambient instrumentation, gradual buildup, and chills-down-your-spine bass drop allow it to exhilaratingly stand out from whatever EDM you typically listen to–which for me is usually very little, so kudos to these producers.
This is one of those simple, calming songs you absentmindedly stick onto your “Study” or “Nighttime” playlist, then realize it doesn’t belong there because the beautifully insightful lyrics keep distracting you from trying to read about energy policy developments in China. It’s a feel-good song, a warm cup of chili in musical form. Plus, the lyrics overflow with valuable life advice if you’re paying any attention at all.