London Grammar
Lose Your Head
To be listened to eventually in some sort of people-packed field that smells faintly of falafel and weed, this ethereal lead single from the band’s forthcoming third album, Californian Soil, is an enchanting mix of Florence, the xx and Stevie Nicks … and London Grammar, obviously. Frontwoman Hannah Reid says, accurately: “The lyrics are quite dark, but I wanted to show the song in an upbeat way.”
The Lathums
Foolish Parley
It’s rare to get excited about a guitar band these days, but this track from the rising Wigan four-piece will make you shift about in your WFH chair a little more rhythmically than usual. Produced by the Coral’s James Skelly, the singer’s eccentric warble atop an epically clanging Walker Brothers gallop marks them as worthy of your attention.
Noel Gallagher’s High-Flying Birds
We’re Gonna Get There in the End
It’s packed full of cliched lyrics, of course, but if you’ve been able to overlook that element of Gallagher’s songwriting for 30 years, you shouldn’t balk too much at such nuggets as “Don’t fight the feelin’/ Don’t stop believing in what you know” and “Life is a trip that you don’t take twice”. All set to a serviceable backing, this – and I can’t stress this enough – is fine.
Daði Freyr x Ásdís
Feel the Love
The shouldabeen winner of non-existent Eurovision 2020 follows up the song that catapulted hundreds of unwilling parents on to TikTok sporting matching knitwear with a collaboration with fellow Icelander Ásdís. This is the sort of track that will be on heavy rotation at the gym (one day) and you’ll think: “Yes – I can tolerate this more than most of the other stuff I have to endure while inwardly screaming my way through some deadlifts.”
Gwen Stefani
Let Me Reintroduce Myself
First, a confession: I spent at least six months thinking Hollaback Girl was called “Harlem Bad Girl”. With that off my mind, to the business of Stefani’s latest track, where she has gone all meta, retracing her musical steps and somehow melding the catchy poppier sound of her solo career with a soupcon of slow ska-lite from her No Doubt days.
