Slayyyter Knows Best

Slayyyter could absolutely scream and shout her way through every song she puts out until the end of time, yet she chooses to be discerning with her talents, and knows exactly when to tone it down. After seeing it performed at her WOR$T GIRL IN NYYYC event with Spotify this week, I can already tell this song is going to be a standout moment in her live show moving forward.

Genuinely one of the most romantic songs you’ll hear all year; the love Troye Sivan writes about feels so tangible and identifiable, yet something about it feels distant and out of reach. Maybe it was written while the romance was already in the rear view, or perhaps the relationship was never actually real to begin with.

Many artists turn to country as a way to rebrand as a “serious” artist, but Remi Wolf never had to worry about that. As one of the most authentic voices we have, her pivot to Nashville has felt completely genuine and earned, which is something that not a lot of these girls can say.

Judeline, you naughty girl. The beat is hot and so is this song.

We need a moratorium on everyone who isn’t Carly Rae Jepsen making synth pop, because she’s the only one who’s nailing it right now.

I’m calling it now: this will be the soundtrack to our collective impending existential crisis.

Teeming with personality and sex appeal, Joyce Wrice glides all over this track with an agility that rivals the talents of such influences as Brandy and Aaliyah. You could sneak this into any R&B throwbacks playlist and no one would bat an eye.

An instant entry into the Great Irish Songbook. That glistening piano riff is generational, and the chorus is pure bliss.

Someone’s been playing in Kelela’sTake Me Apart bag (extremely complimentary).

All gas, no breaks. If the sex-driven verses don't get you tingling, the whispered chorus sure will.