Fast times for a slowburn
I really like the band Young the Giant. I discovered them thanks to the idiosyncrasies of the streaming age, in that they kept appearing on my song radios and playlists until I realised that they were the masterminds behind all my favourite songs. My Body. Superposition. Simplify. Cough Syrup. It’s anthemic indie pop rock and that’s my jam. I feel like I’ve been looking forward to their new album, Victory Garden, for an age. It dropped May 1.
Mysterious pathways aka finding new music in the age of streaming aka I’m so back
I was mindlessly scrolling TikTok this morning and a creator I’ve recently started following (for BTS reasons) told me it was okay to wake up one day and say to myself, “I’m so back.” Thank you, random lady in Florida. I really am so back. Is it a coincidence that my return coincides with the first F1 race in 5 weeks? Probably. Nice to see the papaya boys back on the podium. None of this intro is related to the intended topic of this post.
Mirrorballs and meteorites at the Brits
The world seems on the brink of another World War, so what better time to write about Harry Styles? I’ve watched a few performances from the Brits this week, and I cannot stop thinking about Harry and Rosalía. Both performed, but only one artist felt electrifying to me. Why? Let’s explore.
Bad Bunny’s gift to his two Americas
I’ve been very happily distracted by all the #bunnybowl content today — on one side of the American culture wars you’ll find the most wholesome place on the internet, on the other, the most unhinged. You know I’ve no interest in feeding the rage funnel so let’s talk about the wholesomeness.