Mixtape: Songs of Summer

A song of the summer, heralded by your booming Top 40 radio DJ, is often a like summer blockbuster: lots of flash, bang, but very little to write home about. These songs are not that.

Chosen from our favorite songs of the year thus far, we’ve created a collection of summer anthems—from lush, heavy beats to sweet summer lullabies and the occasional banger—to get you through all your summer moods.

Songs of Summer

 

Check out why we love a few of our faves below.

 

“Treat Me Like Fire” – LION BABE

One of the things that you’ll see throughout the playlist is crisp, creative percussion layered with soulful vocals. Treat Me Like Fire is no exception to this, but a supreme example. Jillian Hervey’s voice slow, smooth voice combines with quick, clacking beats creates a hip-swaying, sultry tune.

 

“Thunder” – SHAED

While the trio, formerly the Walking Sticks, has only released a few songs under their new moniker, the synth-laden, sublime pop tracks are so. damn. lush.

 

“Crazy Feels” – Oh Pep!

Off the Melboure-based duo’s debut album, Crazy Feels’ saccharine levity embodies summer heartbreak.

 

“Pulse” – IDER

Pulse builds from a slow beginning into a sultry beat, all with gorgeous, harmonizing vocals. In a time where so many bands are experimenting with electronic beats, this song, only the second the band has released, does it in a delicate way that feels fresh.

 

“Don’t Wanna Be” – Xenia Rubinos

Rubino’s album pulls from a diversity of genre’s, and that’s apparent as you move through the melodies of Don’t Wanna Be. Curt lyrics, a nod to the artist’s newfound appreciation of hip-hop, overlay the quintessential rock smack of a snare and jazzy, smooth sax.

 

“Woman Is a Word” – Empress Of

Bells clanging and sharp lyrics, this track builds swell and keeps you there for three and a half minutes of pristine clap back. Empress Of, or Lorely Rodriguez, shades gendered artifice, outside perception, and who sets the rules.

 

“Sally” – Bibi Bourelly

Taking a page from Shirley Ellis and the ever-popular to cover Clapping Song of ’65, Bourelly’s raspy voice slides over the handclap beat, creating both a fantastic fuck-off anthem and a picture into the songwriter’s inner monologue.

 

 

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