A weekly selection of recommended recordings.
WARNING: Songs streaming below may contain explicit lyrics.
If you believe dads should be allowed to rock without the music being called “dad rock”. . .
Check out “Wig Out at Jagbags,” the casually terrific new album from Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks. It finds the former Pavement frontman — a 47-year-old father of two and godfather to slacker-types everywhere — shredding nonchalantly, singing about misunderstood NBA point guards and basically having a laugh. “We grew up listening to the music from the best decade ever,” he blurts out over his patent guitar jangle. “Talkin’ ’bout the A-D-Ds!”
If you want to learn to dance like the kids in Chicago . . .
“Super Saiyan Vol. 1,” the debut mix tape from brother duo Sicko Mobb, is a 15-track primer in “bop,” a chirpy dialect of danceable hip-hop from Chicago that’s highly melodic, elastic and frantic. The tape gathers up some of the most thrilling tunes the duo posted on YouTube last year when the brothers were still teenage unknowns. The rest sounds like anarchy, Auto-Tuned hormones and the future.
If you’re looking for a harsher, sweatier, faster, filthier answer to Daft Punk . . .
“Tele-Sexo” from Brazil’s Seixlack is a grimy, euphoric, eight-minute dance track that feels like April sunlight burning through August smog.