It’s come up to that thesis hand in/revision/exam time of the year, everyone’s stressed and talking about work, and even the weather becomes bi-polar. Every effort to try to get into a routine fails. In the end bed just seems so much more practical and exams will sort themselves out, right? So I’ve made a playlist of songs to get you psyched in the morning.
Hudson Mohawke – FUSE
This is an incredible tune. The 80s synths make you feel like you’re on top of the world. It’s like therapy for a depressed Monday morning soul. Strut to the library, your office, or just the toilet like you’re the BOSS.
Ween – Ocean Man
Yes, this song was on the Spongebob soundtrack, and with good reason. This is one of those songs where you can imagine you’re in a film montage, dancing in your pants getting ready for the day. So get on your big-ass headphones and boogie.
Signals – Silverfish
This song grabs you from your psychedelic sleep and slaps you repeatedly until you get up, as is to be expected from the spawn of The Mae Shi. But in a nice way. Promise.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN HUMAN SHEEIIIILLDDD.
The Rural Alberta Advantage – Four Night Rider
Get the fuck up. It’s Thursday, the week’s not over yet. Urgency is something so pivotal to music, yet so often it is so poorly expressed. But this is all it needs. Simplicity and passion. I listen to this every time I get on my bike, and I pedal like I’m cycling out to Edmonton with these guys. Fast as fuck through forest trails.
Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire – The Last Huzzah! (feat. Despot, Das Racist, Danny Brown & El-P)
This song is ace. Every verse (with the exception of possibly Mr. Mothafuckin eXquire) is so well thought out. Heems’ third verse is a parody of rap-remixes: ‘I’m stupid and shit but I’m bout to be rich’ and El-P’s fifth verse counts up his 16 bars in incredible fashion…
Anyhow, this is for that Friday low where you just want the week to be over. One last push, mofo.
65daysofstatic – Ranataloupe
Marcus or George have never talked about 65 on the blog. This is a travesty. 65dos’ mastery of crescendos is something a lot of instrumental bands lack. This is the perfect example of dynamic music. The aching echo, the yawning feedback, all powerfully held back. Waking up to this on a Saturday means waking up fierce. You can hear plectrum hitting the strings like the rays of sunlight hitting your window, trying to get in. And then when it does, you’re content. The day is yours.
(p.s. don’t be a dick, go buy Silent Running, you’re life deserves it.)
Overdoz – Growin Pains
Chill, baby. Watch me switch the flow. The week’s over, just relax. This song is an odd one. The rapping’s not the greatest, but the flow is perfectly soothing. Kent’s voice at the beginning is so soulful, and over the jazzy loop it just picks me up.