Top Album Covers Week

Hey, chill cats. It’s Soundboard’s favorite late-nite BJ** is here with his Top Album Covers. Hang in tight, this one’s gonna be good. Or at least not-terrible.

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Duke Dumont - I Got You feat. Jax Jones

While the rest of the Soundboard team has been adventuring and having small scale meet-ups with one another (that were probably less seemingly catastrophic and cringey than #DashCon), I’ve been holding it down here in a dark room in Georgia by myself listening to BBC Radio 1 on TuneIn, which, I might add, is just as good as actually visiting London. Though that’s not the first time I’ve heard this song (I have Tumblr to thank for that, so… you know, thanks), it is where I’ve heard it many times more. From what I can tell, it’s not a popular track here in the States, but is getting lots of airplay in the land of SuperWhoLock.

So you know, give Duke Dumont some love, America! You can follow him on Twitter or see some concert pics or hear some track snippets on Instagram.

Max

Becky G - Shower

So I’ve been shamelessly blasting this on my commutes to & from work for the last few days. With a beat that blasts itself into your head with the driving force of the bass that takes over the final bridge and chorus, Shower is crazy infectious and seasonally appropriate tune (“You light me up inside, like the 4th of July”) that makes me believe Becky G is yet another name I’m sure is going to make a lasting impression on the pop world. The 17 year old artist can not only hold her own—also notable is a remix of Jennifer Lopez’s hit, appropriately retitled “Becky From The Block"—but to a degree, what she wants you to know is that when you hear Becky G spit, Becky G wrote it.

I know I’ve been leaning towards catchy pop tunes a lot, which is a symptom of a Summertime phenomenon I’ve described as “Seasonal Music Taste Disorder" where I suddenly indulge in way more classically saccharine pop music that usual. But hey, I don’t need to justify it because it’s really fun music and for a lot of us, that all we really want during the Summer. See you guys next week!

Max

Ryn Weaver - OctaHate

In the post-Garage Band era of the Internet blogosphere, debut digital single premiers are a dime a dozen and are rarely any true indication that an artist will make it in the industry. Last week, 24 year old newcomer Ryn Weaver uploaded OctaHate to soundcloud and despite being a practical nonentity on the scene did she got support from just about everyone who heard the song including Hayley Williams, Charlie XCX and Jessie Ware.

While it’s not shocking that the track is so good and has received the attention it has with production credits including Michael Angelakos from Passion Pit and rapper Benny Blanco, it is what I like to call a pleasant surprise. While many artists disappear or don’t make the proverbial cut, I think Ryn has as good a chance as anyone to breakout and make it. If you wanna keep track of her you can follow her on Twitter or soundcloud. Show your love.

Max

Sia - Chandelier

I really do not understand what this very skillful little girl’s interpretive dance has to do with this song other than wearing Sia’s signature hairstyle. Then again, if I remember correctly, most of Sia’s music videos aren’t obviously related to the accompanying music. And as usual, it manages to work.

So in honor of this totally normal Sunday night, I present to you this ode to getting properly smashed. Dance on, random little girl. Dance on.

Max

Matchbox Twenty - She’s So Mean

I don’t think I’m “old”. I am however old enough to have not known the difference between a Cody Simpson and an Austin Mahone. I can definitely enjoy new pop acts, but I feel there’s something really enjoyable about hearing new material from artists that are arguably “past their prime”. Back in 2005 I remember VH1 promoting their exclusive world premier of Rob Thomas’ Lonely No More video which, at the time, I thought was awesome. It was—along with Natasha Bedingfield’s These Words (I Love You)—in heavy rotation on my glorious 128MB MP3 player until that Autumn or so.

Trends in music are supposedly cyclical and recently I’ve really been feeling it, having turned on the radio to hear Rixton’s Me And My Broken Heart, a reworked and de/re-romanticized Lonely No More as well as the return of Imogen Heap’s Hide & Seek in the form of the Luigi’s Death Stare/Dear Sister mashup meme that I still haven’t stopped laughing about. All of this is sort of inconsequential in regards to my stumbling upon this single from Matchbox Twenty’s reunion album, North. Once again I’m late to the party on new music from bands I like, but it works out because now I have something to listen to on long drives as I reminisce about the Apple product ad campaigns of the oughts.

Max

Christina Aguilera - Beautiful

Once upon a time, Christina Aguilera was pretty-damn-relevant, as opposed to just relevant-for-some-reason. Released as a single in 2002, the song and video was seen as a pretty bold in it’s stance at the time of everyone being beautiful and deserving happiness (the early-naughts were a strange time, ngl). While I almost never hear the song these days, when I do it always conjures up warm-fuzzies from when I first saw it years ago and  thought in the most Shirley Bennet-esque way possible, “Oh that’s nice”.

I recently heard a mysteriously unattributed cover of the song on a very good episode of the show absolutely no one is talking about, Orange Is The New Black, which I binge-watched my way through already since I’m not at Governor’s Ball this weekend. A fair trade-off, I think. Regardless, take a moment to get your nightly fill of warm-fuzzies and listen to the song.

See you next week.

Max

MAGIC! - Rude

Some songs are instant faves. They appear in your life and you instantly know it’s destined to reach the upper echelons of your “most played” list. That you have to share it with your friends to let them know how it brings joy to your heart and soul.

This song was not one of them. From (surprisingly accomplished) lead singer Nasri Atwehl’s face to his beanie which likely smells like a Phish concert, everything about this song & video turned me into the side-eye emoji. But even though I identify more with the comically stone-faced & Mitt Romney-esque father in the music video (not that I would engage in the anachronistic and patriarchal tradition of giving my daughter permission to marry a tuxedo-tee wearing street urchin), unlike him, I eventually gave in to Nasri’s charms and have been crooning “rude” and making that face and doing that dance-kick-thing all week. Hope it gets you looking like a fool too. Have a great week!

Max