Top Ten Best Hits of 2019 (5-1)

Alright, part 2 time.

5. Ariana Grande and Social House – “Boyfriend” (#98)
You know, for someone with a slew of collaborations to their name, Ariana Grande rarely shines in hers. They tend to feel a little under-thought, like labels and promoters just throwing names together and hoping that the sheer starpower involved is enough to carry the thing forward (it mostly works on “Bang, Bang,” and mostly doesn’t on, say “Don’t Call Me Angel”). That’s not the case with “boyfriend,” her collaboration with Social House for their debut EP. Social House is a duo who’ve worked with Grande before as beatmakers; they did “goodnight n go” and “pete davidson” from Sweetener,  “NASA,” “7 Rings,” and the title track for thank u, next, and one-off single “Monopoly” and while that rap sheet includes “7 Rings,” everything else she’s done with them has been aces. Grande and Social House have chemistry on “boyfriend” that pairs well with the song’s lyrics about loving whatever the hell your non-relationship with someone is or isn’t, but honestly, I’m mostly here for the melody and the vaguely “lofi hip hop beats to relax/studio to”-core beat. It’s just a good listen, and a good companion piece of thank u, next.

4. Post Malone – “Circles” (#62)
It is with heavy heart that I announce Post Malone has a good song.

Sure, Post has had brushes with greatness before, but they were based on his own inherent goofiness (“White Iverson”) or featured someone else doing the heavy lifting (keep reading, you’ll know). The vast majority of his hits are, in a word, bad, from utterly forgettable (“Congratulations,” “Rockstar”) to barely existent (“Psycho”) to grossly misogynistic (“I Fall Apart”). “Circles,” meanwhile, is just a no-qualifiers great pop song with solid instrumentation, a surprisingly deft melody, and a chorus that’s nothing but hooks. The real stunner here is toward the end of the chorus, where Post just leaps into the line “I dare you to do something” with this burst of confidence and vocal assurance that I haven’t heard from him before. Most of his singles have all the permanence of a puff of Axe bodyspray, but “Circles” is fully realized.

The other thing is that Post does sadboy better than he does braggart; this could be a misread on my part, but I always thought “White Iverson” got its charm from the incredulity and implicit sadness of Post Malone–an oafish looking white dude whose every style choice could be described as “unfortunate”–comparing himself to the man who legitimized black street fashion in the NBA. It was such a reach that it felt like watching Charlie Brown believe he could kick the football. “Circles” is less existential and more “guy and girl can’t make it work, thus sad, “ but it taps that same hangdog vein to great effect. It also seems like it’d be a good song to crush at karaoke. But, even if “Circles” didn’t come out, Post would still be on this list, because…

3. Post Malone and Swae Lee – “Sunflower” (#2)
Look, anyone who’s spent any time with me since December of 2018 should not be surprised by this. I fucking love Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse, so much so that I did my first ever cosplay last year as Miles Morales, complete with a sunflower pin that now lives on my everyday jacket. I went with the pin because sunflowers are a recurring item in Spider-verse fanart due to how the song’s used in the movie: after a 2 minute, action-heavy introduction to Peter Parker as Spider-Man, Spider-verse jumps to Miles drawing at his desk without a care in the world. He’s sitting there with his headphones on, singing along badly to “Sunflower” until his dad interrupts him from the other room about packing for school, and listen, Tobey Maguire might have nailed geeky gawky comic book Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone might arguably be the best superhero movie couple ever, and Tom Holland’s every move might be focus grouped for maximum charm, but there’s never a moment with any of them that puts you as wholly and unquestionably on their side as Miles jamming out in his chair and mumbling along to “Sunflower.” 

And none of that works if “Sunflower” isn’t great. As much as I carp about pop’s streaming-driven journey toward the middle, this is what can be great about music that takes a little from everything: you’ve got that hip-hop beat, lush piano, textured synths, and some guitar for flavor, plus an outright dreamy chorus. Swae Lee just radiates warmth throughout, and it’s such a perfect match for the production that you can’t help but hear Post Malone’s limitations when he shows up later (that Swae isn’t the lead credited artist on “Sunflower” is legitimately bonkers to me; this is his song the way that “I Love It” was Charli XCX’s). But still, Post does well enough not to detract from the song, and the duo’s efforts were rewarded: “Sunflower” tied the record for the most weeks a single’s spent in the Hot 100’s top 10. It’s just that good, and that’s not even getting to the Swae Lee-only version. I just love this song through and through; if I wasn’t trying to keep some measure of objectivity, this would be at number one.

2. Billie Eilish – “bad guy” (#4)
There’s this little artist who came along in 2019 named Billie Eilish, ever heard of her?

Probably even more than Lil Nas X, 2019 was Billie Eilish’s year. Honestly, I’m still kind of sorting out how I feel about her for the most part: to me, she feels less like an entirely new thing as much as she does the logical endpoint of years of hushy, minimalist pop, pop/rap symbiosis, and a pinch of ‘90s nostalgia (her look reminds me of nothing as much as end-of-‘90s cyber goth meets ‘10s The Fader and her facial expressions in promos call to mine Kurt Cobain’s disaffected stare). You throw Pure Heroine, Born to Die, and Yeezus in a stew together and dye its bangs, and you’ve got most of When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? The album does it’s thing well, but I sometimes feel like its mastery over aesthetic does more than some of the songs (this is something that plagues artists like Lana Del Rey and The Weeknd every now and then, but is also a point in Del Rey, The Weeknd, and Eilish’s favor because aesthetic mastery’s just as necessary as like, good songwriting). Alternatively, it could just be not for me.

All that said, “bad guy” unabashedly knocks. The production values are high, the mix is slick, and man, that bassline’s killer. On top of that, the song just makes a bunch of whipsmart interesting songwriting choices, like Eilish’s vocal layering, the decision to cut the bass at the top of the second verse, the “duh” button, the wordless vocal loop after the chorus, the trap beat switch for the outro, and it’s overall playfulness on what is and isn’t sarcastic. So yeah, Eilish had a slight leg up in the industry starting out, that doesn’t account for how a song that makes this many flat out odd choices tops the charts. Eilish has tapped into several different ideas that were all out there in pop, and she’s expressed them in one hell of a banger. I’m interested to see what she does next.

1. Sam Smith and Normani – “Dancing With a Stranger” (#14)
Party pop started the ‘10s with a bang. If we wind the clock back, the early part of the decade was littered with these speaker destroyers that weren’t just about parties, but these world-ending parties that went all night, never stopped, and demanded everything of you. This reached a fever pitch as club pop gave way to EDM, and after EDM went to gloriously cartoonish heights, something…happened. Our party pop became sad. You can chalk it up to any number of factors–inevitable course correction from “Party Rock Anthem” and “Turn Down For What,” a side effect of pop’s trend toward personal marketing with the rise of Spotify, Adele’s success, Drake’s success, Lorde and “Royals”–but by 2016, you’ve got yahoos like The Chainsmokers making wistful jams and a song like “I Took a Pill in Ibiza,” which is straight up just about how hollow partying can make a person. The ‘10s became the era of “dancing with tears in your eyes” music, the era of the sad banger.

“Dancing With a Stranger” is an incredible sad banger. It has this propulsive dance floor groove, not just a drum but an actual groove, that pairs with those watery, sad-eyed synths and occasional bells. It’s also just a goddamn delight to hear Sam Smith on another dance track after “Latch;” I always get Smith’s impulse to do weepy ballads because their voice has this crumpled ache to it that lends itself well to balladry, but that same quality means they can bring so much more depth and nuance to upbeat numbers. Normani matches that quality in Smith, with both of them sounding forlorn and desperate to find a stranger just as a way to get over the person they’re hung up on. “Dancing With a Stranger” isn’t trying to party just for the sake of getting obliterated or purely to forget, but to find something new with someone else, and I like the symmetry of that. It’s the perfect pop song at the end of the decade, and an R&B dance track by a nonbinary balladeer and a girl group survivor feels like it has both eyes on the future, teary though they may be.

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Top Ten Best Hits of 2019 (10-6)

Welcome to the last leg of Listmas ‘19, here in *checks calendar* late January. Whoops. As you can guess by the title, today’s entry will look at Billboard’s highs for 2019.This list took some doing; I kept getting dinged by my own rule that only songs that peaked in 2019 were up for consideration, which eliminated things like “breathing” and “Youngblood” that were 2018 holdovers (a quick aside that shows how long we can hold onto hits these days: “I Like It” was the consensus pick for 2018’s Song of the Year. It ranked #69 [nice] on the ‘19 year-ender). Similar to how 2019’s overall not great, not terribleness made sussing out the worst hits of the year difficult, nailing down what was truly the best of this year also took some doing, but, rest assured, we made it. Let’s begin.

Honorable Mention: Polo G ft. Lil Tjay – “Pop Out” (#45)
The year-end Hot 100 is rife with “three minutes or less” Rap Caviar hits built on AutoTuned bars and preset trap snares/bass, but “Pop Out” stands above the rest. Polo G and Lil Tjay rap with a sense of urgency and loss that you don’t see in most of their contemporaries: they spin tales of their crime-riddled pasts, and it feels like bloodletting, even as Polo boasts about having nothing but $100s and diamonds. There’s a mournful triumph to the song’s slash and burn guitar and piano production, too, that echoes Polo and Tjay’s sentiment; everyone’s just in the pocket here. “Pop Out” is catchy and hooky, but haunted at the same time, packing a lot into a brief runtime, and for that it gets the HM.

10. 21 Savage ft. J.Cole – “a lot” (#42)
I did not think 21 Savage had this in him.

Granted, okay, I didn’t think 21 had much to him, and that’s on me. I never really got into his EP with Metro Boomin, and I essentially wrote him off when he steered into the “issa knife” meme early on. Between that and a lack of compelling guest spots, I just never paid him much attention (“Bank Account” excluded). But “a lot” is genuinely great. 21’s been around long enough now that this contemplative, “look how far I’ve come” rap fits him, plus “a lot” balances that with the idea that even for all his success, 21 still goes through a lot. His verses here are solid, and the call and response hook works better than you’d think. Plus, the choice to match 21 Savage, whose blunt instrument of a voice resists expression, with a beat this lush is downright inspired. J.Cole’s new rappity-rap elder statesman turn is a solid look, and he acts as a foil for 21 with a nimble verse that includes a prayer for Tekashi 6ix9ine (not great!) and one for Markelle Fultz (great, and, given his resurgence in Orlando, prescient!). “A lot” as a hit in 2019 feels almost counterintuitive: it’s a long song at nearly 5 minutes, and its beat is comparatively maximialist, but it’s just a good enough song that it got people to pay attention, regardless. Never again will I think of 21 as the “issa knife” guy.

9. Lil Nas X ft. Young Thug, Billy Ray Cyrus, and Mason Ramsey – “Old Town Road” (#1)
There are going to be lots of people who try, in some form or another, to emulate the success of “Old Town Road,” and they’re going to fail, because no one can replicate the exact circumstances that lead to this song’s rise, all of which, to me, come through in this remix. In the middle of everything is Lil Nas X, the kid who bought a beat that unknowingly sampled a hilariously obscure Nine Inch Nails track and rode “Old Town Road” to hitherto unknown heights from TikTok to a label deal as the year’s breakout star. You have Young Thug ,whose years-long genre elasticity, country dabblings, and overall rap weirdness laid the groundwork for “Old Town Road”’s eventual success. You have Billy Ray Cyrus, here to grant country industry legitimacy to a song that was initially rebuffed from Billboard’s country charts because it did “not embrace enough elements of today’s country music to chart in its current version” (the backlash to Billboard pulling “OTR” from its country charts is what broke the song through to wider audiences; “What if Billboard had just let ‘Old Town Road’ chart without fuss?” is already a great pop music “What If?”). You have Mason Ramsey here to show just how fast and how potent virality can be if it’s unexpected. And just on a technical level, that everyone here gets a chance to shine and the track’s still brief is a testament to structure and ability. Look, maybe you don’t like “Old Town Road,” that’s fine. But there’s nothing else like it.

8. Shawn Mendes – “If I Can’t Have You” (#29)
One of the many songs that “Old Town Road” stiff-armed from the number one spot was Shawn Mendes’ (making his second Best Hits appearance after being a Worst Hits mainstay) “If I Can’t Have You,” and while “IICHY” did well for itself, it didn’t rebound to top the chart like Mendes and Camila Cabella’s “Senorita” eventually did, despite being a much better song. “IICHY” borrows from Mendes’ white guy singer-songwriter brother-in-arms Charlie Puth’s bag of tricks by seamlessly blending styles together for one pop hit: there’s a little bit of soul, some trop-pop, a touch of dance, and the final chorus even features a breakdown, and these elements all breeze by so easily that you don’t even notice their disparate nature. If you’ve ever wondered what late day Maroon 5 would sound like if it was good, I feel like “If I Can’t Have You” is the answer: it’s slick, it’s unabashedly pop, but the difference is that there’s a beating heart at the center of this one. Mendes really sells the longing here without overdoing things, and his falsetto toward the end is a deft touch that makes “If I Can’t Have You” feel real. I get that “Senorita” has the name and brand appeal, but dammit, this one’s better.

7. DaBaby – “Suge” (#24)
One of the best things a song can do is just let its artist go, and that’s what happens with DaBaby on “Suge.” A top-down analysis of “Suge” doesn’t reveal anything special: it’s a hook-verse-hook-verse-hook shit-talker whose beat’s only defining feature is the (rightly kickass) gravity bomb bass on the hook. But it’s in the vein of “A Milli” or more recently “Bodak Yellow” where the point is just hearing a rapper sound twelve feet tall for a few minutes while just throwing bars. DaBaby raps with an “I can do this all day” confidence, and listening to “Suge,” you believe him.

6. Lizzo – “Truth Hurts” (#13)
So, at the top of this week, I went to a drag show with an amateur competition piece. The first contestant did “Nasty” (a very smart pick), and then the next did “Criminal” (a good song, if terminally long and slow for drag [not that I know anything, but c’mon, “Get the Party Started” and “Cut to the Feeling” are right there]). As the applause died down after contestant number three’s introduction and she took the stage, the opening piano notes of “Truth Hurts” erupted from the speakers, and the place went off like a bomb. I remember far less about the routine than I do the crowd’s reaction to “Truth Hurts:” the cheers, the dancing in seats, the fan clacks from the queens in the audience, and everyone singing along.

That’s the kind of power that “Truth Hurts” and Lizzo have amassed in under a year, the sort of thing that makes a song instantly iconic once it catches on. It’s a song where every part of it is memorable, yes, but it’s also magnetic and inviting; I can’t imagine hearing “Truth Hurts” and not reacting to it even a little. The musical bedroom is solid with that now signature piano intro, a wailing synth, and a concussive bassline, and Lizzo’s singing is emotive in all the right ways, and the lyrics are infinitely quotable from the first line on. Much has been made of the oddity that “Truth Hurts,” a song from 2017, blowing up the same year that Lizzo’s Cuz I Love You was released with its own promotional hype, but I kinda get it. “Truth Hurts” is affirming and cathartic in a way that’s singular, and it’s so easy for those traits to be reduced to sloganeering or hollow positivity. And people understood that and flocked to it. Now, let’s get “Juice” on the charts.

(As for the “Truth Hurts” contestant, she tied with the one who did “Nasty” for fourth. My friends in the competition took second and third.)

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The Gibby Fifty 2019: My Favorite Songs of the Year

On the eve of a new year, I wanted to share my favorite songs of 2019 in the annual Gibby Fifty. There are a lot of singles in the bunch, but there are also plenty of deep cuts, too. This one’s pretty straight forward: it had to come out this year to make this alphabetical list, and if it’s here, it’s not on the forthcoming best pop songs of the year list. Just an aside, if you want a window into what my listening for a year looks like, this entry always has the clearest view. I’ll leave you with tunes for now (playlist at the bottom) and see you in the new year!

Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties – “Just Sign the Papers”
American Football feat. Hayley Williams – “Uncomfortably Numb” The emo band tapping Hayley Williams feels like some kind of affirmation of Paramore.
American Pleasure Club – “What Kind of Love?” The sound of utter oblivion.
Anderson .Paak feat Andre 3000 – “Come Home”
Angel Olsen – “Chance”
Arcade Fire – “Baby Mine” From Dumbo, which I legit forgot came out this year.
Ariana Grande – “ghostin”
Carly Rae Jepsen – “No Drug Like Me” I love that this song has a groove.
Charli XCX and Christine and the Queens – “Gone”
Charly Bliss – “Young Enough”
Chris Farren – “Love Theme from ‘Born Hot'”
Dogleg – “Fox” Dogleg’s new album from next year is one I probably won’t shut up about.
Doja Cat – “Bottom Bitch”
Ellen Alien – “Bowie in Harmony” Things I found out this year: I kinda dig Euro electronia!
Empath – “Roses That Cry”
fka Twigs – “fallen alien” Both this and the Empath track are insane and I love them both.
Florence + the Machine – “Moderation”
Frank Ocean – “DHL”
Free Nationals feat. Mac Miller and Kali Uchis – “Time”
Future – “Love Thy Enemies”
glass beach – “glass beach” (…or “bedroom community” or “neon glow” or “yoshi’s island” or “orchid” or “cold weather or)
I Love Your Lifestyle – “Dreamy Dreams”
Jaden feat. Tyler, the Creator – “Noize” A great song on a way too long album. Killer Tyler verse.
Jay Som – “Superbike” Anah Ko gets my annual “watch me love this in like 4 months” award.
Kim Gordon – “Air BnB” It really shouldn’t be surprising that Kim Gordon’s the member of Sonic Youth who’s sounded the most creatively vital after the split, right?
Kitty – “Mami”
Lana Del Rey – “How to disappear”
Leggy – “Prom”
Lizzo – “Juice” Can’t wait to see this top the charts in 2022.
Mannequin Pussy – “In Love Again” In which Mannequin Pussy experience joy and it is incredible.
Oso Oso – “The View”
Proper. – “Lime Green Jheri Curl”
PUP – “Sibling Rivalry” If we’re going by pure listens, this was probably my song of the year. Feels like a continuation of “If this Tour Doesn’t Kill You, I Will.”
Sharon Van Etten – “Seventeen” Me and a pair of friends of mine saw SVE debut this at a show while opening for The National last year in Colorado. We were underdressed and miserable in the cold and sleet and snow, but hearing “Seventeen” for the first time left me gobsmacked.
Solange – “My Skin My Logo”
Tame Impala – “Patience”
Taylor Swift – “Cornelia Street” You could also put “I Think He Knows” or “Cruel Summer here.
The 1975 – “Frail State of Mind”
The Menzingers – “Anna”
The National – “Rylan” Fun fact: The National played this at that show where Sharon Van Etten opened for them.
The Pom-Poms – “200 Grams”
The Raconteurs – “Don’t Bother Me” A rollicking number despite it being about how much Jack White hates phones.
The Twilight Sad – “VTr”
The Weeknd – “Blinding Lights”
Turnover – “Number on the Gate” Altogether didn’t do much for me that Good Natured hadn’t already, but this is still a jam.
The World is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die – “Smoke + Felt”
Tyler, the Creator – “I THINK”
White Reaper – “Real Long Time” See above on Turnover.
Willow – “Overthinking IT” I was on the fence on Willow on a first listen until the second half of this one.
Young Thug – “Light It Up” Thug’s So Much Fun might be the album kneecapped hardest by rap’s compulsion to make 13 track albums into 19 track ones.

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The Worst Hits of 2019 (5-1)

Introductions are for part 1’s, let’s begin.

5. Chris Brown (somehow) feat. Drake – “No Guidance” (#21)
The point of this list is to find the worst hits of the year, not the most dunk-onable ones. I mention that here because I never want to give off the impression that like, Maroon 5 and Chris Brown are an automatic in every time they’re eligible just because it’s easy pickings; they are truly, perennially this bad.

Let’s get this out of the way: “No Guidance” is a Drake song. “No Guidance” is a Drake song the same way “Sunflower” is a Swae Lee one. This frigid, slow-synth beat could act as the umpteenth track on any Drake album since If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late as the song that gets called out in reviews for being filler another artist would’ve cut in favor of a bearable runtime, and maybe Drake’s even over this sound, because he is sleepwalking here. But an autopilot Aubrey is preferable to Brown, whose entire bright, oversinging thing is just a total mismatch for this beat. There’s a reason that the overwhelming majority of Brown’s output is either shiny, uptempo pop or sneering rap: he has no deftness, no ear for what a song needs, so when he shows up treating “No Guidance” like it’s “Don’t Wake Me Up” or “Yeah x3,” the effect is akin to pouring Four Loko into an old fashioned.

The major downer about “No Guidance” is that for a while there, I thought we were almost done with Chris Brown. He still had a career following his 2009 assault on Rihanna, but he spent the ’10s trending downward, bottoming out last year when his only success came from working with a joke like Lil Dicky on a novelty song. Teaming up with Drake this year for a bonafide hit feels more like acceptance (although it’s somewhat telling that their collab came the same year that Drake’s faced scrutiny for his behavior toward underage girls), and I hope it’s not a sign of things to come.

4. Luke Combs – “Beautiful Crazy” (#46)
This song’s so full of shit. The other 4 entries in the top 5 here are–spoiler warning–all fairly well-known for being bad, and I kept wondering if I was overrating “Beautiful Crazy,” but I don’t think I am. Musically, it’s a Cracker Barrel scented candle shrug of a country song, and Combs’ voice is no sin against nature.

Where “Beautiful Crazy” goes rotten is in the lyrics, which are the phoniest damn thing. The song’s entire conceit is essentially a basic het couple’s Instagram caption: “ugh, she’s so crazy but what would I do without her?” which, okay, sure. But then you dig into the verses, and see that she does unfathomable things like *checks notes* drinks coffee in the morning and has a glass of wine at night, takes too long getting ready, and bails on plans to go out in favor of watching TV at home and falling asleep on the couch. There’s no fucking way. Combs and I are the same age, and these are such basicass behaviors that every single person I know does them. Like, with respect to the complexity of human existence, none of this would register as crazy to the tamest person you know, but Combs treats this shit like it’s a mystical thing only she does. If you want to write a song about loving someone, that’s fine, but don’t try and pass off “being a person” as “oh boy, she’s a handful.” Was there a verse about how much she loves shopping at Target and watching The Office, too?

3. Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber – “I Don’t Care” (#16)
A pair of streaming giants (Ed Sheeran is the most streamed artist ever on Spotify; Justin Bieber is the third) team up for a song with a tropical pop rhythm (“Shape of You” and “One Dance” are both trop-pop and the most streamed songs of all time), hand claps, and a wordless hook that’s about not wanting to be at a party (we don’t have songs about partying now, we have songs about not partying) and doubles as a love song from the leading heartthrob of the day and Ed Sheeran that features a sing-songy hook you’ll forget as soon as its over (Post Malone, who specializes in songs whose hook you can only kind of remember, is the fourth most-streamed Spotify artist)  and throws in tasteful features like a programmed rap drum and plinking piano so that it’s not just a trop-pop song, but features a little bit of everything (gotta hit as many playlists as possible).

“I Don’t Care” wasn’t written by algorithms, but it was certainly made for them.

2. Thomas Rhett – “Look What God Gave Her” (#85)
Like the clutch of rap songs I mentioned in part 1 with “Murder On My Mind,” the year-end Hot 100 makes room every year or two for a fistful of country songs. This year’s offerings range from “Whiskey Glasses” to “God’s Country” to “Beer Never Broke My Heart” to “Beautiful Crazy” mentioned above, and while bar’s never high for these (so many missed this list just barely), they at least register as country.

The same can’t be said for “Look What God Gave Her.” If you replace that twerpy little beer commercial guitar lead with a synth without changing anything else, “Look What God Gave Her” would reveal itself as the late-day Maroon 5 knockoff it is, with all the musical beigeness that implies. There’s no sense of dynamic or even variety; that rhythm part just chugs away like a preset nobody turned off. In this list’s introduction, I said that bad songs in 2019 putz along while sounding chintzy, and that’s absolutely the case here from the music to the lack of any kind of melodic invention or fun to the “look, we’re rhyming!” delivery. The lyrics, which have the horny chastity of a youth minister singing about his fiancé, are a series of bricks, including rhyming “gave her” with “Made her” and “Corona” with “Daytona,” and there’s also a line where I think Rhett refers to his wife’s vagina as heaven? Somehow more baffling than that, and what elevates “Look What God Gave Her” to second place for this year, is full wife guy line“I know she’s got haters, but it ain’t her fault.” Dude, 1. your wife doesn’t have haters, 2. I don’t care who it is, any song that mentions haters takes a fifty point penalty.

1. Lewis Capaldi – “Someone You Loved” (#27)
I have this theory I can’t prove that we were so hard up for one honest to God piano ballad this year that as soon as Capaldi came along with this dreck, everyone decided “Fuck it, close enough.”

And “close enough” is “Someone You Loved” to a tee. Capaldi’s said he wanted to keep “Someone You Loved” broad so it would fit any scenario, but it’s so broad that any meaning beyond “the sads” falls out. It’s a song of poetic flourishes about going under and the night falling while gesturing vaguely toward a person-shaped absence in your life, but it doesn’t have any specificity or anything to latch onto. If anything, it’s just banking on your ability to remember “Someone Like You,” the pop tearjerker of the ’10s, and a song “Someone You Loved” is trying to mimic from the arpeggiated piano part to the quiet verse to belted chorus all the way down to the fucking title. But “Someone You Loved” isn’t interested in doing the work that makes “Someone Like You” so effective: it’s rushed (notice how there’s not a moment to breathe in this thing?), it throws away its own titular lyric, and Lewis tries to navigate any songwriting deficiencies by just singing as hard as possible. I know I said that most of our pop didn’t fail loudly this year, but “Someone You Loved,” despite being a piano ballad, is actively grating to listen to when Lewis screeches on the chorus and especially on the bridge. It’s the loudest pop was all year and it was also the worst.

There’s nothing behind “Someone You Loved.” It’s just musical wallpaper pretending to be authentic, but it disappears as soon as you take a look at it. It’s emblematic of the year’s worst traits, and the flatout worst hit song of the year.

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Top Ten Worst Hits of 2019 (10-6)

WHAT UP? Welcome to the Listmas Top 10 Worst Hits of 2019, our annual look at the most questionable songs that made it big over the last 12 months. Let’s chat for a second about process before we dive in.

This year’s worst hits list might feel a little…not nitpicky, but what goes wrong in these songs might scan as a pinch granular. This is a side effect of a couple things. For one, there’s the criteria I set for eligibility: only the songs that made the Billboard Year-End Hot 100 qualify, no double-dipping (“Girls Like You” made last year’s worst list, so it’s DQ’d now), and it had to peak this year because this is the “worst hits of 2019” list, not “the worst hits of 2018 that blew up in October and skulked around the chart’s lower reaches for six months.”

The other thing is that the proliferation of streaming has lead to pop music’s drift toward the middle (even as “The Middle” gets further in the rearview) and increased homogenization. This is a remarked upon phenomenon: Craig Jenkins in a late 2017 piece entitled “Defining the Decade in Pop” for Vulture observed that our pop was consciously consolidating around a shared handful of flourishes regardless of genre. In 2018, Liz Pelly for The Baffler wrote about streambait pop, ephemeral playlist filler that exists solely to keep you from clicking away (quick note: anything you see about Spotify with a Pelly byline is a must-read). Chris DeVille at Stereogum wrote what’s become my favorite assessment of ’10s pop music in summer ’16 while reflecting on the surprising endurance of Drake’s turgid, excessive VIEWS, stating “..in the context of zoning out online, when the words start to blur away and music becomes a form of mental wallpaper, it’s easy to let an album like this one keep unspooling for 82 minutes…He’s [Drake] delivered an opus for lives wasted staring blankly at screens.” This is works cited-heavy way of saying that our pop music doesn’t stray too far from what it knows works, and it also at this point knows that it doesn’t have to pull you in, it just can’t be loud enough to make you pull out. This means that clean swings and misses like, say, “Don’t Call Me Angel” fail out in a hurry because they don’t catch on, and as a result, the worst of the year-end list tends to putz along with shoddy craft instead of be a loud failure like the “Blurred Lines” and “RUDE!”s of the world. Still, though, bad is bad.

Dishonorable Mention: Ava Max – “Sweet But Psycho” (#23)
There’s this moment in that Craig Jenkins piece mentioned above where he rattles off over a dozen pop songs that all in some way sound the same, and if your eyes glaze over halfway through that list, then you’ve felt the sensation of listening to streaming-core nothingbomb “Sweet But Psycho.” Everything this song does feels on loan from somewhere else, from the Rihanna reject sounding beat to Max’s Lady Gaga-esque stuttering vocals to the strong, independent woman messaging to the post-post-post-EDM drop at the bridge. Being made of spare parts can be fine–there’s not an original bone in like, “Please Me”‘s body and it’s still enjoyable–but “Sweet But Psycho” just has zilch going for it, and that Ava Max has the same “stop trying to make fetch happen” energy found in Bebe Rexha and Rita Ora just adds to the banality.

“Sweet But Psycho” has also been at the center of a thinkpiece tug of war over its use of the word “psycho,” with some arguing that it’s stigmatizing to throw “psycho” around in a pop song in 2018/2019, and Max arguing that the girl in the song isn’t psycho, but is being called psycho by the guy in her relationship when she’s actually just begin assertive. Both of these feel like a reach to me: even a casual listen reveals that “Sweet But Psycho” is very pro the “sweet but psycho” woman, but the song also includes the line “Grab a cop gun kind of crazy” which is not something a stable person does. The song also just isn’t exciting or committed enough to make the whole discussion worth it, so for total mediocrity and the minor headache of having to look all this up, “Sweet But Psycho” gets my annual “fuck this” award.

10. Panic! at the Disco – “High Hopes” (#11)
Look, it’s not just the Team Pete video.

The worst thing about the Team Pete video is that you watch this “just havin’ fun!” dance, and of course the dance is corny, stilted, and disingenuous…but you’re not surprised that it’s set to “High Hopes.” This song has the sort of hollow sentimentality and blandly aspirational lyrics that make it ripe for use in an environment where you need the most sanitized music possible, especially since you can boil it down to just the chorus and skip the filler-riffic verses. It’s a song that exists just to get blasted at you from speakers 50 feet away since it sounds like a clattering mess any closer.

“High Hopes” is also a weirdly kissass song for Panic? Like, I’ve gone on record before about not liking this band (click here for a circa 2016 ranking of their albums), but their music reliably has color to it; at least something as garish as “Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time” has the good taste not to have any. “High Hopes” meanwhile, makes a lot of noise without sounding like something that could only come from this band (or whatever Fall Out Boy’s been up to lately). They didn’t write “Fight Song,” but damn if they didn’t trace it for this tragedy.

9. Ariana Grande – “7 Rings” (#7, lol)
Aka Ariana Grande’s heat check. After coming into 2019 hot off a 2018 level-up and hype for another new album, Grande dropped “7 Rings” to promote thank u, next, and while it was a commercial success (it debuted at #1 and held the top spot for eight nonconsecutive weeks), it still feels like a step back. Give it this: sampling “My Favorite Things” for a song that’s just about you buying shit actually works. Where “7 Rings” fails is that it’s neither mean enough to be a shit-talking flex, nor slick enough to be vicarious fun. “Rich as fuck” songs, the ones that work at least, are either more a celebration of the freedom that comes with money than of the money itself, or a series of puffed-out-chest boasts where having money is secondary to how you’re expressing having it (“Niggas in Paris” is the former while “Cash Shit” is the latter). You don’t get either of those in “7 Rings,” a song that literally chants “I want it, I got it” at points and drops lyrics like “Happiness is the same price as red bottoms” and “Whoever said money can’t solve your problems must not have had enough money to solve them.” And the truth is, “rich as fuck” songs need that sheen of delight or creativity because otherwise you realize it’s just a millionaire lording their money over you.

8. YNM Melly – “Murder On My Mind” (#66)
While going down the year-end Hot One Hundo, you notice certain trends. In 2019, one of those trends was the popularity of quick-hit rap songs like “Suge,” “Ransom, “Pop Out,” “Envy Me,” and “Thotiana” that are in the SoundCloud rap mold of short run times, similarish beats, and singy performances that owe most of their success to streaming. “Murder On My Mind” fits in with this crowd, and its few charms (a decent line here and there, stark imagery) are overshadowed by it being a nearly four and a half minute long cliche-riddled dirge. It’s a song that straight up opens with YNM Melly doing the “I’m in the studio” phonecall schtick, and includes lyrics about haters knocking him off his grind, fake friends and fake girls, being in his feelings, and smoking the pain away. This is all stuff that’s real to Melly, but can’t help but feel rote after being the default mode of expression in rap for the last few years (ditto with this beat, which I can’t prove didn’t materialize into existence from neglected SoundCloud accounts). And it’s just such a punishingly long song that, if it isn’t 60% Melly croaking “I got murder on my miiind” at least feels like it.

“Murder on My Mind” came by its spot on here honestly, but while writing this I found out that not only is Melly currently in jail on murder charges, but that this news is what caused “MoMM” to blow up in the first place. It’s a story that’s sad and feels somehow distinctly 2019.

7. Blanco Brown – “The Git Up” (#56)
I have to assume that this is what “Old Town Road” sounds like if you hate “Old Town Road.” Still far less annoying than “Watch Me,” so at least it has that (PS: when’s the last time you thought about “Watch Me”?)

6. Taylor Swift feat. Brendon Urie – “ME!” (#43)
Taylor Swift is objectively speaking one of the most successful musicians of the last decade. She’s a talented songwriter, possesses an impeccable eye for detail, and knows how to market herself better than almost anyone. Virtually every career decision she’s made has been the best one.

The decision to release “ME!” as a lead single is astounding.

Swift’s lead singles have been musically questionable since as far back as Red, but deploying “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” “Shake It Off,” and “Look What You Made Me Do” first for their respective albums made sense. None of those are in their album’s top five, but they worked as narrative loci and set the tone well for what followed. In addition to sucking as a song, “ME!” doesn’t do that by any stretch: Lover gets more mileage out of Hack Antonoff synths and a guitar band setup than it does “ME!”‘s marching band drums and horns, and the album has more depth than the pep of its lead single suggests. “ME!” just doesn’t feel representative of the album same way that, say, “I Think He Knows” or “Cruel Summer” do.

What “ME!” does share and lay bare is the pandering quality hinted at in “WANEGBT” and “Shake It Off.” Swift’s pop-era lead singles have included these repetitive hooks that are meant to sink in immediately–think the “whee!” in “WANEGBT” or the repetition in every last line of the chorus in “Shake It Off.” It’s a thing you notice, but forgive because it’s catchy enough. “ME!” tries that, but the insipid “Me-hee-hee! Hoo-hoo-hoo!” hook feels less like being tickled and more like someone jabbing you in the ribs just to get a reaction. It’s not catchy, it’s cheap and irritating. That also goes for the forced cutesiness of the “You can’t spell ‘awesome’ without ‘me!'” bridge, a back and forth between Swift and Brendon Urie, who have the non-chemistry of two theater kids trying to play a convincing couple while not quite interacting. Just everything about the song reeks of cheap insincerity. Lover is alright as an album, but it feels like a brick in the wider culture, and “ME!” is no small part of that. You can’t spell “misfire” without “me.”

Part 2 tomorrow!

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Ranting About Music’s Ten Favorite Albums of 2019

Like every other music obsessive on Earth (and probably the more argumentative circuits in the Mars rover), I’ve put together a list of my favorite albums of the year. You, I assume, know this, and have probably put together your own list, too. As always, I’m making a list of my favorite albums of the year, not the most acclaimed ones or whatever “best” really means in this context, although it goes without saying that I’d describe all of these as being great.

While 2019 was great for albums, there wasn’t one particular genre or scene that came to the forefront, which meant there was plenty of time to really dig into the stuff in your own little corner. It’s likely that this is going to continue as we get further into a streaming world, but it’s especially noticeable in year where most of the established stars are a no-show. But still, it was the kind of year where paring things down to a top 10 took a surprising amount of work, so, without further ado, let’s begin.

15. The National – I Am Easy to Find
14. I Love Your Lifestyle – The Movie
13. Sharon Van Etten – Remind Me Tomorrow
12. Charly Bliss – Young Enough
11. Proper. – I Spent the Winter Writing Songs About Getting Better

10. Chris Farren – Born Hot
Image result for born hot album cover"Immortal being Chris Farren has spent over a decade living in the area where punk, indie, and pop all intersect, and Born Hot represents some of his best work. The trick with an artist like Farren, one who’s constantly involved with some project or another (for instance, I first encountered him as half of Antarctigo Vespucci with Jeff Rosenstock), is that the constant output means the difference between “good” and “great” can often feel intangible, but Born Hot just clicks. The album draws a lot of pathos from binaries, like the one between the absurdist kitsch of the album rollout and the fact that it’s an album about someone doubting their ability to love and be loved, or the one existing between opener “Bizzy” questioning everything about its protagonist and follow up “Love Theme From ‘Born Hot,’” in which Farren implores his partner to just stay in love so they can avoid the hard questions. It’s potentially heady stuff that never feels too pitying or suffocating against Farren’s refined power-pop with a slight lounge music influence that never loses its spark over a 37 minute long runtime. Born Hot could fall by being either too undercooked conceptually or musically, but the album puts in the work and is a consistently rewarding listen because of it.

9. Willow – Willow
Image result for willow album cover"The Smith siblings’ 2019 records this year are virtually a study in contrasts. Jaden’s gauzy, busy rap album ERYS works itself into knots it can’t untangle, while Willow’s lush, self-titled effort (billed as an album but clocking at an EP-ish 22 minutes) unfurls at its own pace. Willow’s casual pace matches its deliberating psych-soul production, which goes heavy on guitars and atmospherics without getting lost in its own vibe or having any redundant songs. Rather, the entire album flows nicely from one track to the next, and Willow’s voice, possessing a distinct timbre, is used as an instrument just as often as it is for lyrics. She can be sweet on “born in the wrong decade” muser “Time Machine” or wail on distorted closer “Overthinking It” while sounding equally adept at both. While Willow can get a little faux-deep and “realign your mind’s eye” at times, it largely scans as personable (also c’mon, teens are always going to sound a little like this), and it wasn’t until the end of the year that I realized how often I listened to this thing. It’s a brief listen, but one that never disappoints.

8. Leggy – Let Me Know Your Moon
Image result for let me know your moon album cover"“Angular” gets applied to so many damn bands, but Cincinnati (woo) self-described lush punks Leggy write riffs, hooks, and songs that truly bend and snap themselves in surprising directions. Songs will zip straight ahead only to introduce a yo-yoing riff during the chorus, a vocal line that pivots in a direction you weren’t expecting, or slightly off-kilter interplay between guitar and bass and it’s these choices that make Leggy songs memorable. The album’s twangy punk rock sonic palette has a sneaky amount of variety from drone (“Eden”) to alternative radio rock (“Not What You Need”) to rockabilly (“Bad News”) to grunge (“Prom”), but no matter the exact song, Let Me Know Your Moon has the liberation of a late night drive with the windows down. Leggy get hit pretty often with the “odd” tag, and it makes sense: they match their femininity with scuzzy, heavy hooks and lyrics like “I am not a burner phone,” and while odd, it’s also cool, because these choices stem from self-assurance. Leggy know what they’re doing, and it’s not only great, but singular. But maybe I’m saying this because my moon’s in Virgo.

Image result for norman fucking rockwell album cover"7. Lana del Rey – Norman Fucking Rockwell!
Listen, this album’s already topped so many year-end lists that being the 108th person to blurb it this month alone feels like an exercise in futility, but I get it: in a year that didn’t have a pop culture lightning rod Album of the Year going into list season, Norman Fucking Rockwell! is as solid a pick as any. It’s the album where Lana foregoes the flower crown trap bangers while bolstering her Laurel Canyon singer-songwriter side and working with an It producer (personal villain Jack Antonoff, whose entire Thing is mercifully absent here) for an album that’s both of its time while still making room for something as left field as a Sublime cover. Maybe it’s me, but Normal Fucking Rockwell! reads like a “buckle down and study” effort by Del Rey to make the best album she could, and it pays off, not just with songs that aspire for Greatness like, er, “The greatest,” but also with affecting tunes like “California” and “Happiness is a butterfly,” and “Venice Bitch,” the sprawling, peyote-in-the-desert rocker that’s still mindblowing a year later. Is it all enough to bump Ultraviolence from its spot as my favorite Lana album? Well no, not exactly, but to paraphrase NFR! Itself: fuck it, I love it.

Image result for basking in the glow album cover"6. Oso Oso – Basking in the Glow
“Well sometimes you do what you feel/Well most times I feel like shit” is both a line from Basking in the Glow’s penultimate track “Impossible Game,” and a summary of the album’s perspective. It’s one thing to tell yourself that you’re going to be a better, more vulnerable, more giving person; you journal, you go to therapy, you regulate your emotions more…but it’s another to run that shit back each and every day, and that tension is what Long Beach band Oso Oso’s third album hones in on while being arguably the year’s best guitar pop record. Basking in the Glow is an evolved sort of pop-punk album, one that gets the impulse to luxuriate in its own shittiness, but also knows that feeling is nothing next to goodness, and so aspiring to that glimpsed goodness is the best you can do. It also knows the best way to do this is to grow together with someone, and matches this light with hooks and melodies that are downright iridescent from the first listen onward. Anyone who put a song from, say, Plans on a mix CD would love “The View” or “Charlie,” and acoustic strummer “One Sick Plan” is a perfectly sweet acoustic guitar strummer. Trying to be good has rarely sounded this great.

5. FKA twigs – MAGDALENE
Image result for magdalene album cover"“Motion” is the first word that comes to mind to describe FKA twigs’ electronic art pop album MAGDALENE. Twigs, already a celebrated dancer, took up poledancing on the long road to MAGDALENE, and maybe it’s my passing familiarity with the form, but I can’t help but hear the motion of pole throughout the album (this is not an original thought: twigs herself featured pole in the music video for first single “cellophane”). You can hear it of course in singles like “sad day” and “holy terrain,” but even slower numbers like “daybed” have the momentum of a spin held in midair. The album achieves this by sheer quality of craft: twigs produced it with a battery of collaborators including Nicholas Jaar, Benny Blanco, Cashmere Cat, Sounwave, and more for her best-produced work to date, one that has room for both slow meditations (“thousand eyes”) and out and out gothic bangers with mutilated choirs (“fallen angel”). The guiding sound for this record is a minimalist, dark take on electronic music that reminds me more than a little of WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE ALL GO with the experience behind it. But the songs on MAGDALENE aren’t just sonic achievements, they’re twigs’ most intimate and personal songs to date, written in the aftermath of heartbreak and an illness that sidelined her for years. There’s a resilience and a power here, and the result is affirmation that can only come from self-expression, fitting for one of our most expressive modern artists.

4. PUP – Morbid Stuff
Image result for morbid stuff album cover"Toronto pop-punk band PUP’s 2016 album The Dream Is Over (still a cover art all-timer) was an album-long treatise on the physical, mental, and spiritual unsustainability of being in a band, so of course it’s the album that broke PUP through and meant them staying together as a band for even longer. Follow-up album Morbid Stuff is less overtly grueling, but possibly the darkest of the band’s three albums, focusing on adult fears like mortality, failure, helplessness, and one’s own inability to change. In some ways, it’s a companion album to Basking in the Glow: while both albums feature people aiming for self-betterment, BitG responds to adversity by doubling its efforts, whereas Morbid Stuff goes from meditation and organic food to wishing the Earth would explode after a chance encounter with an ex. Sometimes Morbid Stuff can’t help but grumble out of the side of its mouth about self-improvement, questioning how much this is all worth in a world that routinely goes to shit (“Free at Last,” “Scorpion Hill”), while at other times, there’s this longing for being a better person as a way to heathily cope with life’s challenges (“Closure,” “Sibling Rivalry”). Morbid Stuff also views substances less as a means of release and more akin to a punishment or self-flagellation; the macabre “Blood Mary, Kate, and Ashley” is fueled by a miserable acid trip, and singer Stefan Babcock howls “Let’s get high out of our minds!” less like a celebration, and more like he knows that lighting a joint is the closest he can get to setting himself on fire. It’s dark stuff for an impossibly great shout-along record, but PUP’s always been in the business of misery.

3. Mannequin Pussy – Patience
Image result for patience album cover mannequin pussy"Mannequin Pussy’s 2016 (y’know, it occurs to me I haven’t gone on record saying this anywhere, so let me fix that: 2016 was a fucking great album year) album Romantic was a 17 minute blast of shoegazey punk that’s held up so well that I think I might have underrated it on that year’s list, and third album Patience still manages to be a near-complete upgrade. There is of course flagship anthem “Drunk II,” frontwoman Marisa Dabice’s ode to feeling lost, messy, and vulnerable after a breakup that has room for both the lyric “I still love you, you stupid fuck!” and at least two guitar solos that’s rightly gotten end of year accolades, but that’s not all the record offers. Patience is still a Mannequin Pussy record, and as such, it’s filled with one and two minute long ragers that tell off shitty romantic partners and labels while strengthening the self. These songs have all of Romantic’s hardcore ferocity, but thanks to Mannequin Pussy’s growth together as a band and the hand of producer Will Yip (the guy behind other polished and punishing masterworks like Title Fight’s Hyperview and Turnstile’s Time + Space), each one hits with a newfound clarity. The longer songs are just as rewarding, too, especially closer “In Love Again,” where the album’s grinding tension explodes into the joy of embracing the unknown with someone. Patience is the rare band level-up that never loses track of what drew your eye in the first place.

2. Kitty – Rose Gold
Image result for kitty rose gold cover"Rose Gold’s CD version has a dedication on the inside cover that ends with Kitty saying the album is, “And, I think, for me.” This feels like a revelation for singer/producer/rapper/composer Kitty. From viral hit beginnings to mixtapes and EPs to a label deal to Kickstarter and beyond, expectations have always pressed on Kitty’s music in some form or another, be it D.a.I.S.Y. Rage’s deliberately “go off” raps, the tentative pop/dance/EDM steps on Impatiens and Frostbite, or the post-pop of first album Miami Garden Club. Those expectations are absent on Rose Gold, an album Kitty freely admits she made just because she wanted to. The result is her most varied project to date, one that draws on everything she’s done before, along with new influences from her work scoring video games and membership in indie rock band American Pleasure Club (formerly Teen Suicide, and fronted by Sam Ray; Ray and Kitty married in 2016). Rose Gold is also Kitty’s first self-produced project, and the album spans from submerged electropop to dance music to snotty rap to ‘80s pop (“B.O.M.B. [Peter]” is the breeziest pop song I’ve heard this year) to an anxiety break to yes, chiptune, and despite the breadth of influence, it works sublimely. Rose Gold stands as a unified theory of Kitty: her history doesn’t repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme in all the best ways.

1. glass beach – the first glass beach album
Having listened to this album, I cannot imagine anything else being my 2019 album of the year.

Image result for the first glass beach album"The band’s name comes from an actual beach in Fort Bragg, California, where disposed of glass refuse gets smoothed out and becomes part of nature again following life as man made, and something about that–the fluidity, the synthesis of natural and unnatural, the gestaltness of it–feels very much in line with glass beach and the first glass beach album. It’s an album made up of so many chaotic parts and pieces that compliment each other so well you can’t imagine it any other way. Just look at the song “Bedroom Community” for example (by all means, click that link and listen and then get back here): here’s a song that begins like a showtune run through a vocoder but then drops in some guitar rocking before going back to showtune jaunt with some video game synths in the margins, runs the whole circuit again, throws in an instrumental and gang vocal break before pivoting hard to a jazz combo version of the song you’re still listening to, and then that leaps into a Midwest emo run that finishes it out. Oh, and the song’s about the way we commodify trauma (especially trans trauma) all the way down. It sounds insane, and frankly it kind of is, but the execution is as flawless on “Bedroom Community” as it is the first glass beach album’s other epics, like the post-rock sprawl of “Dallas” and the band’s titular “I just want my friends to be loved and validated” track that has this giant, stadium rock chorus that’s the best thing mid-’00s Muse never wrote. At the same time, though, the band can do these quick and nibble punk bangers (shouts “Cold Weather”), spacey interludes, and flat out bizarre songs; in this fascinating interview that doubles as a reddit writeup, J describes “soft!!!!!!!” as as jazz ballad they weirded up with production, and honestly, that’s as fitting a descriptor as any for this album’s sound and creative process.

This somehow feels like an odd thing to bring up on a music site, but the music on the first glass beach album is just technically fantastic? The band shared the chords for “classic j dies and goes to hell part 1” and I mean, just look at this shit in all its aggressively seventh and slash chorded glory. Technical prowess isn’t required to make good music, but glass beach’s ability to dazzle and innovate elevates the album, and despite being a musically brainy record, it avoids the “look ma, no hands” pratfalls of most prog by not beating you over the head with it and instead just daring to be the loudest, truest version of itself. I heard somewhere lately during a best-of-the-’10s retrospective that sometimes albums that sound like the beginning of something really mean the end of it, and I don’t know if the first glass beach album is the culmination of this decade’s trends or a portent of the next’s, but what I do know is that it is the only thing like itself that I’ve heard.

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Album Review: Weezer – Weezer (The Teal Album)

We should have seen this coming.

To understand why The Teal Album is so obvious in hindsight, let’s wind the clock back a little. Last time we checked in on Weezer here at RAM was in 2016 with The White Album, the final piece of a three-part (Hurley was underrated!) “return to form” arc that proved Rivers Cuomo and company could still write swooning power pop when they wanted to after the band cratered in the late ’00s/early ’10s. About a year later came Pacific Daydream, a not-great album that, to its credit at least zagged where Everything Will Be Alright in the End and The White Album zigged by shirking the latter pair’s ’90s revivalist sonic pallet for a splashy attempt at modern pop rock, a reasonable enough idea that fell flat because no one knows what modern pop rock sounds like (although, if you wanna hear some of Cuomo’s most bizarre lyrics over the best song Foster the People never wrote, have I got a happy hour for you). Pacific Daydream was a rare holding pattern for Weezer: not good enough for “they’re back!” praise, but not bad enough to bury them, either.

And then, fucking “Africa” happened.

Okay, so if you know you know, but if you don’t: somewhere in December of 2017, a 14 year old from Cleveland started an online campaign for Weezer to cover Toto’s “Africa.” It started, in the kid’s words, as an absurd joke, but between the fact that Weezer are the sort of shamelessly earnest quirksters who boosted YouTubers before they were fashionable (in every sense of the word) and that “Africa” has unseated “Don’t Stop Believin'” as the internet’s semi-ironic throwback jam of choice, there was always a chance that “And now, listen to Weezer’s cover of ‘Africa'” was going to be a real thing. Well, six months later, it happened, and the cover itself is…not great; “Africa” as done by Weezer has the stilted ribbing of a corporation trying to monetize a meme, and while the execution is fine, it lacks a certain vividness. Oh, and it’s also the band’s biggest hit of the ’10s (#51 on the Hot 100), and it’s generated more buzz than anything off Pacific Daydream.

And, because Cuomo is willing to dedicate himself to any pursuit if he thinks it’ll garner a response, here we are, reckoning with The Teal AlbumTeal is a 10 song (“Africa” and 9 more) cover album that the band surprise released last Thursday, and unlike most cover albums that aim for cred-booster selections, Teal encapsulates a believable setlist for any cover bar band in the union: “Sweet Dreams,” “Take on Me,” “Stand by Me,” and the one daring choice in the bunch with “No Scrubs.” These are all such obvious choices that I already know cover versions for half of them off the top of my head. You’d think that’s kind of damning, but honestly…Teal might be sort of good?

How can I think that Teal‘s decent when I abhor the song that started it all? Well, part of it is because of how Weezer engages with humor and irony. In short, Weezer are incapable of being funny on purpose. Endearingly oddball? Yes. Bizarre, even? You bet. But as soon as Cuomo even sniffs at a joke, he’s dead in the water; compare the effectiveness of “Buddy Holly”‘s earnest, dorky huff of “What’s with these homies dissin’ my girl?!” to any other forehead slap inducing use of rap slang in Weezer’s discography for an example. Writing in 2014 for Grantland, music writer Steven Hyden called this phenomenon “fog of Weezer,” stating “It’s possible that Cuomo is so profoundly awkward that his sincerity comes out sounding funny and his jokes come off as sincere” and posits that Cuomo’s questionable sarcasm can be confusing or infuriating. I think that’s what happened with “Africa:” Weezer were aware that them covering the song was a gag, and so they waffled on the punchline, and I hated it.

But Teal is entirely the band’s creation. It’s irony free, and all the better for it. Weezer aren’t doing these covers and going yacht rock because it’s funny, they’re doing it because they think it’s awesome. The band fully commits to nailing the song, and so you get results like the playful “Mr. Blue Sky,” a spirited “Sweet Dreams,” and a surprisingly apt vocal for “No Scrubs,” which is way better than it has the right to be. Cuomo is more deft as a singer than Weezer’s reputation suggests, not only does he crush “No Scrubs,” but he faces down “Take On Me” and walks away clean.

Another reason Teal succeeds as a fun novelty is that, ignoring a touch of distortion here, some extra “Bah bah bah” backing vocals on “Happy Together” there, these are mostly note-for-note recreations with a little extra muscle and polish. On one hand, there’s something to be said for originality–Marilyn Manson‘s snarling, buzzsaw version of “Sweet Dreams” is guaranteed to outlast what Weezer offers on Teal–but on the other…aren’t “Everybody Wants to Rule the World,” “Happy Together,” and “Paranoid” perfectly written stone cold classics already?

Teal only really biffs once (twice, if you’re counting “Africa”) with “Billie Jean” neglecting the low-end, but it’s enjoyable as a one-off. Teal has, as it inevitably would, prompted a hint of backlash from oldhead Weezer fans writing faux-disappointed “Why won’t this band just die already?” pieces, and at this point, it’s worth taking a step back. “Beverly Hills,” a song considered the nadir of Weezer’s existence when it came out, is now about the same age I was at its release. Raditude, which in one song contains rock bottom for not just one but two careers with plenty of low-lights between then, turns ten this year. If you want a ’90s band whose going to honor the sanctity of the era and their canon then, I don’t know, see what Eddie Vedder’s up to. Weezer long ago decided they were going to go their own way, and so when you see Rivers cue up “No Scrubs” on the karaoke machine, you have to know you can either sing back up or head for the door. He’s gonna go for it, regardless.

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