Whether it's VEGA, Ghosthustler or Neon Indian, anything Alan Palomo touches seems to turn to a vintage sparkling disco ball of gold. Here, guesting on Ben Plant's Miami Horror project, Palomo does his best neo-hipster-Michael Jackson over the subwoofer blast of "Holidays."
Matthew Dear's remix of "VCR" and its colossally bone-jarring bass groove somehow further elevate the intimacy and interchangeability of these two young narrators—both impossible not to adore.
Small Black's New Chain is an otherworldly blanket of synthetic textures and sounds represented equally well by the warm and approachable glow of tracks like "Photo Journalist," "Search Party" and "Camouflage." "Camouflage" though with its waves of melody and hushed choruses is the one I find myself continually coming back to.
The song that inspired this year's best and most bizarre music video is an overwhelmingly modern synergy of pop, world, and dance music based around the hook of a steel drum and the existential lyricism of the Canary Islands-born Pablo Díaz-Reixa.
Despite the fact that Jack Tatum ripped off the song's hook from Chantal Goya's "La Pluie Du Ciel," there is nevertheless something striking and contagious about the vocal haze and rattling drum stick percussion that makes Wild Nothing's first big moment one nearly impossible to resist.


