Music

A peppery party anthem, doused in mild contempt, a bit like drinking beer with a vodka hangover.

A hummable track that joins the sombre world of indie soul-searching with a touch of electronic recreation.

An endearing track that attaches a sense of resolution to the bubbling self-reflection, and adds a hint of Ben Gibbard to the vocal delivery.

Equal parts Mardi Gras, blues testimony, and funky voodoo.

An easy vibe, a zen-state, and a booty call, all rolled into one.

If it didn’t hurt, we’d never learn anything.

Put on display like this, and accompanied by the simple folk guitar, it feels easy enough to admit the truth of it.

This fits just right because it’s not complicated.