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“Cool It Down” — with Amber Coffman on the hook and Diplo reaching down from the highbrow-despicable corner of the Approval Matrix to produce — is the life of the pool party; it’s like Hologram Eazy-E rematerializing to rap on Yo Gabba Gabba! Caribou, “Can’t Do Without You” After more than a decade of producing zero bad things, I’m gonna just put it out there that whatever Dan Snaith wants to do, he should do.
Emily Yoshida Duck Sauce, “NRG” (Skrillex, Kill the Noise, Milo & Otis Remix) This is the sound of a neon yellow speedboat fueled by friendship and Kraft singles cruising into a raspberry-scented Magic Marker sunset. That includes following up his murky, cerebral 2012 release (under his more house-oriented moniker Daphni) with a long-build flower crown–ready anthem.
I’m probably visualizing that specific image because there’s literally a Jeep commercial with people doing exactly what I described, but I refuse to admit advertising influences my life decisions.
Here’s what the Grantland staff will be listening to all summer, compiled for your convenience in a Spotify playlist. The New Pornographers, “Brill Bruisers” A great New Pornographers song is a fireworks show, harmonies and hooks exploding over and over again, revealing cascading flowers dripping tendrils of sparks and Saturn rings that resolve in the shit-eating grins of glimmering smiley faces. And if they manage to wake you up, hey, the song’s new to you. Amber Coffman, “Cool It Down” Here is my Riff Raff issue: What’s the point of having an opinion about whether somebody’s “in on the joke” if the “joke” is a joke the way Bixby Snyder saying “I’D BUY THAT FOR A DOLLAR” was a joke?
Break out the weed rap, power chords, divas, drops, and all things OVO. You’ll complain it’s over too soon, but then some kids in the parking lot will blow up a Dew can with an M-80, and you’ll be grateful you got that perfect three minutes beneath the stars. A$AP Rocky and Zelooperz, “Kush Coma” The thing about comas is you don’t hear all the people hissing that you’re not following the summer jam rules.
David Letterman announced his retirement one month later. This is now the soundtrack of his good-bye, a heart torn out through a tight black T-shirt and presented, still pulsing, with a deranged smile. Back when Vine was a thing, I had to unfollow Jody 3 Moons’s notionally hilarious Vine feed because it was like having Drop Dead Fred popping up in my phone to yell at me 38 times a day.
But summer means giving yourself unilateral permission to enjoy things, so I’ve spent the afternoon wearing a short-sleeved button-down that looks like fat kid–rack Bugle Boy and eating melted Helados Mexico popsicles while listening to Neon Icon, which turns out to be the greatest album yet by one of the most irritating rappers of our time.
Charli may never be the “proper” pop star we’d like to see, but that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate her serving out giant, wonderfully cheesy radio hooks. ) But you don’t need the effects of decades of sly meta-comedy to enjoy the Orwells delivering some very fine 100 percent uncut pure rock-and-roll shrugging.
It’s Tuesday night at Houlihan’s, and we’re all here for the Bottomless Nacho Fries. Popcaan, “Hold On” [Doesn’t believe in self, or that the nature of humanity is inherently good.] [Listens to “Hold On” 10,000 times.] [Starts religion, ends all war and hunger.] Matt Borcas OB O’Brien, “Hazelton Trump” I have to be honest, I underestimated OB O’Brien.