Overheard in the dorm: ¨I mean, I have some fuzz coming in, yeah, sure, it’s definitely visible. Yeah. Uh-huh. No. I mean it’s only the third, mom, you gotta give it some time.¨
- JOEL PLASKETT — “Shine On Shine On Shine On” — as described by loralee sepsey
soft sweet Canadian
- LIANNE LA HAVAS — “Elusive” — as described by rachel mewes
tentative velvety vocals
- JORDAN RAKEI — “My Time” — as described by beti girma
- MREE — “Into the Well” — as described by yan yan
sunny sleepy nightdays
- THE 1975 — “Medicine” — as described by alejandra salazar
moody minimalist rock
- ALT-J — “Left Hand Free (Lido Remix)” — as described by chase porter
- TOTO – “Africa” – as described by siena streiber
pan flute perfection
- BJÖRK — “Virus (Hudson Mohawke Peaches & Guacamol Remix)” — as described by victor liu
throaty guttural noplace
- HOT SUGAR — “#Mindcontrol” — as described by clara galperin
found sound sorcery
- WILLIAM FITZSIMMONS — “Beautiful Girl” — as described by claire kim
relax with lover/tea
- POMPLAMOOSE — “Bust Your Kneecaps” — as described by jackson wiley roach
quirky mob breakups
- WALK THE MOON — “Lisa Baby” — as described by melanie cahill
feel-good dancing queen
- JOKE — ¨Max B.¨ — as described by editor lawrence neil
French backsteps Curren$y-y
- HOZIER — “Jackie and Wilson” — as described by e.i.c. katharine schwab
soulful effortless happy
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JOEL PLASKETT — “Shine On Shine On Shine On” — as described by loralee sepsey
I really don’t understand what’s going on in this song, but Canadian music is best music (I’m not Canadian so no bias eh). If you like soft guitars, a disappointing lack of moose, and/or singing as sweet as maple syrup, this is the song for you (or not, I don’t know your life).
LIANNE LA HAVAS — “Elusive” — as described by rachel mewes
I just recently discovered Lianne La Havas and she has filled a niche in my life that I didn’t even know existed. For four minutes, I invite you to forget your week seven blues and fall into the embrace of her beautifully tentative, velvety vocals. Do it.
THE 1975 — “Medicine” — as described by alejandra salazar
This past weekend, BBC wunderkind Zane Lowe unveiled his rescoring of Nicolas Winding Refn’s 2011 indie-action-drama Drive. My feelings for Lowe’s final product aside (meh), I admit falling hard for this track. Pairing perfectly with Ryan Gosling’s brooding gaze and Refn’s artistic shots of reflecting street lights on moving car windows, The 1975’s “Medicine” is a six-minute-long experiment in moody, ethereal minimalism with an indie rock edge. And the part that makes it so, so great? It’s such a charged song: slowly building up, always on the brink of exploding and staying there–just on the brink–before settling back down, leaving you floating and breathless.
ALT-J — “Left Hand Free (Lido Remix)” — as described by chase porter
Nancy Sinatra plus Alt-J equals whatever this is. And I love whatever this is.
TOTO – “Africa” – as described by siena streiber
Africa is my anthem, my calling, and my secret weapon. I hope the you are as excited by the pan flute as I am. As Stefan would say, this song has everything.
The music video alone is quite perfect; as Toto sings dramatically atop what looks like an old book appropriately titled “Africa,” an old globe spins to remind us that time never stops while an oil lamp burns in the background for dramatic effect. Who could possibly want more?
BJÖRK — “Virus (Hudson Mohawke Peaches and Guacamol Remix)” — as described by victor liu
Björk embodies viscerality — from her throaty coos and guttural wails to her recent physiologically-themed album, “Biophilia,” an acid-trip of an anatomy lesson. Love lives inside your skin and skin shared when he melts into you. Björk knows. Let the song fill your flesh sacs with sound as we are filled with his tongue, teeth, and fire that consumes without end. My sweet adversary, my poppet, my puppet, an archway of limbs that leads noplace.
HOT SUGAR — “#Mindcontrol” — as described by clara galperin
This dude is killing the electronic music game and here’s a couple reasons why:  He has a dope moniker (so short and vivid! Rolls right off the tongue!).  He has collaborated with cool people like Das Racist. [3 / most importantly] He makes music by recording found sounds and through some sort of processing sorcery transforming them into sick tunes. This he likes to call associative music. Sounds used include skulls cracking, a rat’s heartbeat, hurricane Irene, the guttural humming of an 86-yr old fully tattooed man with emphysema, his girlfriend orgasming, and many more of roughly the same eccentricity level. I couldn’t find out what amalgamation of sounds gave birth to this song but the good news is you can listen to it and try to find out.
WILLIAM FITZSIMMONS — “Beautiful Girl” — as described by claire kim
Recently, I made a playlist on Spotify and named “picnic with my lover” – hopefully, in the near future, I will play this playlist at my and my-yet-to-be-found-lover’s autumn picnic at somewhere glorious. Just the two of us, and I dearly loved by my lover.
If you have a lover at your side right now, listen to this beautiful song together, you will fall a little more in love with each other, with the leaves turning crimson, yellow, tangerine, ever so slowly, gracefully.
If you haven’t found the one yet, do not worry. This song is a perfect addition to your relax session with that heartwarming cup of tea at your hand. Enjoy the leaves around us turning crimson ever so beautifully, the wonderful scent of the autumn cold, your daydream of a future love, all of it.
POMPLAMOOSE — “Bust Your Kneecaps” — as described by jackson wiley roach
These Stanford grads played Bing Saturday night. They have onstage marital chemistry like you wouldn’t believe (they met when she opened for him at CoHo). At one point, they sang this funny song about break-ups and the mob. At another point, they had the entire audience singing in harmony. They bring the quirky, they bring the feels, they bring the musicality. Get to it!
WALK THE MOON — “Lisa Baby” — as described by melanie cahill
As the aftermath of “Holla”-ween dies down and the second wave of midterms is in full swing, I find this song particularly fitting. If I want some dance-able, feel-good music, Walk the Moon is who I always turn to. Especially this song because when I am a mess (as I often am after midterms) you better bet I am a dancing queen. And I’m not even 17.
JOKE — ¨Max B.¨ — as described by editor lawrence neil
Kind of sounds like the French version of a mixture between high-school-back-entrance-steps-freestylers and Curren$y. Oh, that reference doesn’t mean much to you? Fair enough, fair enough.
HOZIER — “Jackie and Wilson” — as described by e.i.c. katharine schwab
My relationship to Andrew Hozier-Byrne is currently bordering on obsession (and is strangely tied to the Arts Review).
The affair began with a cryptic playlist submission by Chase Porter in April of this year. Hozier became the soundtrack to my spring — his soulful and incredibly powerful voice and poignant, dark lyrics narrating my transition back to Stanford from abroad.
He erupted back into my life a few weeks ago when I decided to go see him in San Francisco by myself. Luckily, I was saved from the shame of the solo concertgoer by Justine Beed (another Arts Review staple), and we proceeded to fangirl over him during his short, somewhat awkward set at the Regency Ballroom. We couldn’t hold back our screams of delight when he released his Pantene-commercial-worthy hair from its messy bun; his demure smile, reserve, and effortless voice won our hearts. (Ed. Since we’re talking about Hozier/commercials/winning hearts)
“Jackie and Wilson” is a recent discovery of mine and one of his happier tracks. (Especially in comparison with “In A Week,” which is about a man and woman who get lost in the hills of Ireland and whose bodies are found a week later, half-eaten by foxes and insects. Gross, but worth a listen. Hozier sounds pretty happy about it, too.)
I could get on board with raising two children named Jackie and Wilson on rhythm and blues — especially if Hozier’s involved.
Photo Credit : ¨I Mustache You A Question¨ by Lotus Carroll