Mark Beaumont 

This week’s new tracks: Shibashi, the Vaccines, Doja Cat

This week we’ve got an alt-pop banger, disco-flecked dance-rock, and a slice of hallucinogenic R&B
  
  


Shibashi ft Aoife Power

All the Lights

A “renowned globetrotting dance pioneer” with zero Google footprint, a two-month-old Twitter account with 15 followers and a backstory about being conceived at the Rio carnival? There’s something very Relaxed Muscle (Wiki them) about Shibashi’s Gigi Monterro, but nothing suspect about a debut single where glitter-flinging Chvrches hooks meet house beats and tropical Two Door Cinema Club basslines. Shh! We’ve said too much.

The Vaccines

Back in Love City

On a rush of free global publicity, the Vaxx return with a disco-flecked jab engineered to lodge a dance-rock microchip in your brainstem. Set in a lawless metropolis of surreptitious sex and regret, it won’t alter your musical DNA but you will line up for a second.

Doja Cat ft Ariana Grande

I Don’t Do Drugs

Once it was the entire massed history of rock’n’roll decadence versus Zammo from Grange Hill. Now Doja Cat and Ariana, in hallucinogenic R&B style, are putting “just say no” at the heart of pop culture, addicted to chasing romantic highs on this itchy-armed Planet Her cut. Not that love, of course, can’t also leave you slumped weeping in the gutter outside a specialist clinic.

Goat

Queen of the Underground

Sporting not just full-face wooden masks but entire pagan PPE, Sweden’s secretive voodoo collective appear to have been self-isolated in 1968 for the past five years, judging by this comeback squall of fire-and-brimstone psych rock, Hendrix soloing and zoned-out Nico chanting. Highlight: a flautist frolics briefly beneath the blood moon, until ceremonially disembowelled with a guitar string to appease the prog god Tüll.

Damon Albarn

The Nearer the Fountain, More Pure the Stream Flows

Rocking the haircut of a post-mauling Joe Exotic, Damon Albarn is clearly ravaged by the modern world. With lyrics from John Clare’s grief-stricken 19th-century poem Love and Memory set against limpid strings, a gorgeous melody and the atmospherics of gin-numbed isolation, let’s just agree to let this song sum up the entire pandemic.

 

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