Lorde Returns With a Nostalgic Breakup Anthem, and 9 More New Songs

Ashley Monroe with Marty Stuart, ‘The Touch’

The underestimation, so rare in the current production of the country, lighted “The Touch”, a song that promises a durable love. “While we are together, it’s more than enough,” Ashley Monroe sings about Marty Stuart’s lonely acoustic guitar, which is virtual the only accompaniment for the first half of the track. Harmonies bloom and more guitars (and Shelby Lynne in bass) Angeze, but mood remains Pristine.

Wisin and Kapo, ‘Luna’

“Luna” reaches a very sweet point between Afrobeats and Reggaeton such as Wisin, from Puerto Rico, and Kapo, from Colombia, harmonize with a friendly flirtation: “Only you and me in this room on a trip to the moon.” The production (of Daramola, a Nigerian musician based in Miami, and the legendary, of Puerto Rico) is a constant matrix change of sounds of percussion, electronics and vocal harmonies that arrive from all directions. It is a pure caramel of the ear.

Young thug with future, ‘Money on Money’

The young Thug ended his role in the longest trial in the history of Georgia, and two years in jail, in 2024 with guilty statements and 15 years of probation. His first new single, after some invited places, claims Trouba very familiar: a production of the minor key, a (future) collaborator for a long time and boasts of money, sex and cars. Only a few lines – “i leg in the trenches full of hyenas” – suggest the parenthesis.

The English composer Emma-Jean Thackray investigates unhealthy mental states with optimistic rhythms and jazzes in the new album, “Weirdo”. In “perhaps anywhere”, a feeling of dissociation and uselessness: “What happens if I stay? She brings together a funk with thick chords around a low and distorted low line, counterclockwise, counterclasting with handicrafts.

The English gender band that faces the squid of the books and surveillance in “The Hearth and Circle Round Fire”, a post -foster “Cowards” album. The under distorted riffs, rotating scratches and sprayed drum drum give way, with the stolation of the British brass band. Then the agitation resumes, along with the bitterness of the voices: “add around the flames.” A drone, long minute examines the ashes.