Best New Tracks

This is Jessie Ware’s brand new single Overtime, and I want you to find someone who’s having HALF the fun that Jessie sounds like she is. Don’t worry. I’ll wait.
FMLYBND continues their quest to blend Grunge, electronica, and straight-up pop on "Wasting My Time," their first new single in two years. And we’re excited and honored to premiere “Wasting My Time” on We Are: The Guard.
After listening to Sucker Punch several times in a row I feel sort of comfortable making the judgment call that Sigrid is the new new. The one we should all be paying attention to, the kind that can bring the world together through a song.
Yaeji might be one of the most iconic names in dance music right now, with her muted warehouse ready techno beats and unique/magical vocal stylings that come together to form this whole amazing package of otherworldliness. She turns the chorus of Charli XCX’s original into a hook that really carries this bouncing beat along.
The usual complaints about pop music are that it’s bland, generic, sonically uninteresting and derivative, and overtly tame. Glasgow duo Love Sick seems like they’re addressing these issues head-on with their full-throttle new single Fever.
College is a highly relatable song about moving on from a relationship when one party moves away. It’s a beautiful and honest song as well as the best response to subtweeting I’ve ever seen.
Two years ago, when she was barely able to legally drive, Madi burst onto the scene with a show-stealing role in Felix Snow’s glitching pop hit Slow. The rising Los Angeles-based singer is back in a big way this month with her debut single Reprisal.
Youth is bleak. Few songs have ever captured the anguish of growing up the way GIRLI’s Young does. The angst and bombast feels earned here and you won’t mind as this song gets stuck in your head for weeks.
If Don Diablo was a hot sauce he’d be a fiery chipotle that’s got a major KICK, but is also incredibly palatable and enjoyed by absolutely everyone that’s ever enjoyed anything ever. Don Diablo would be the hot sauce of the people, the kind we’d all order slathered on everything.

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