serotonin drops

This month I have been trying to regain music as a way to regain myself. I remember so vividly the last time I emerged from depression, triumphant, to the sound of Braids’ Deep In The Iris. Now I’m trying to stage a similar recovery using music, a manual reboot for my soul.


my wandering days are over

My attachments to certain tracks have outlasted many an attachment to the people with whom I once associated them. I’m beginning to forget my high-school crushes, but the songs I loved because I related them to a potential romance continue to send nostalgic shivers down my spine.

my 10 favourite tracks of 2017

I’ve listened to a hell of a lot of music this year. Spotify thinks I’ve listened to tens of thousands of songs, but it’s probably underestimating, since I’ve listened on other people’s devices at parties, played CDs, and put on music from my Windows Media Player too. From those tens of thousands, I’ve whittled the long-list down to 10 tracks, 10 favourites released in 2017 that accompanied me through the peaks and troughs of the most intense year of my life so far. I hope you find in them some bliss, some reassurance or some sense of empowerment.

God is whatever you feel

Yesterday I went to see Sevdaliza in Heaven, the London LGBT bar. ‘Hubris’ was perhaps my favourite track of the set. Live, I noticed different instruments and melodies to the recorded track, and the heavy trip-hop beat underneath it got into my bones. I danced, the enjoyment going to my hips and my shoulders, occasionally struck through with pleasure so intense that it made me shiver.

a step from madness

King Krule and I grew up on the same tunes, on Jamie T and Alex Turner and a dozen bands endlessly copying Oasis and Blur. King Krule echoes these artists but surpasses them. The production, lyrics and music are better; he blends together more influences, merges moments of jangly guitar with the atmosphere of a Ghostpoet album, and allows himself fewer illusions than any of those indie kids did back then. He’s grown up; he’s killed his idols.

conversations with my father, pt. II

My dad wants to know why new music is always about love or other banalities; why things seem only to have got blander over time. It’s not merely conservatism, preferring his own era’s junk to this era’s junk. Maybe there’s a bit of that, but he’s also got hints of the Theodor Adorno/Terry Eagleton approaches to art and music which see mainstream culture as a morbid expression of ideology, foreshadowing humanity’s eventual doom.

i just want to spend my nights with you

At the moment, I’m obsessively listening to MØ’s song ‘Nights With You’ to court my love for my best friend. It’s an unashamed pop song, pitching at a sound somewhere between Katy Perry or Robyn, and falls within the genre of “songs about female friendship” that have been popular since the Spice Girls. It’s a distinctly unedgy listen, but that’s not what I’m drawn to it for anyway. Instead, it offers accessible melodies and relatable lyrics, celebrating the beauty of nights out with your best friend, and the often semi-romantic love that brings you together.