Part of me is sad that such a perfect Bay Area song got fucking polluted with the white-washing of language that somehow conflated this song with “twerking”. But fuck it, “Selfie” was revived despite the fact it wasn’t never dead. So, I cannot complain too much that “Gas Pedal” was one of the early benefactors of Vine and became a crossover radio hit last year, but I’m still bitter.
Sage the Gemini (feat. Iamsu!) - Gas Pedal
I’m gonna get rid of my Poptimist card, at least for the year of 2013, because I missed all of the big pop albums so these third and fourth singles are brand new songs for me even months post-release. There isn’t much I love about this song, but I love the introduction. It sounds like it’s about become an euphoric 90s Trance track, but then becomes a “Trap (The white boy genre)” song. That 180 of playing with my musical emotions is worse than having my heart eaten out by Juicy J, which I’d hope he’d wear some grillz to protect his teeth if that were to happen.
Katy Perry (feat. Juicy J) - Dark Horse
I don’t do “love.” I barely can stomach “like.” Both words send chills down my spine heightening my internal doubts, so any self-confidence I might have can be snuffed out by a girl in black-and-white print leggings and white Cons. I worry everything I say is stupid and assume anything she says just is a nice way of saying “not interested.” “Paranoid” isn’t about anything resembling my life except an unreasonable concern that all women are out to get me. Maybe I’m just paranoid.
Ty$ (feat. B.o.B.) - Paranoid
Yes. Yes. British people really like this vanilla house music. But actually, to be fair, not only do British people love this stuff, because Disclosure are fucking huge everywhere it seems. “F for You” isn’t awful, but this youthful duo doesn’t do bad. And not ever stepping their foot in “bad,” the duo rarely steps their feet in “good,” “exciting,” “daring,” or “enjoyable” either. Trade-offs, I guess.
Disclosure (feat. Mary J. Blige) - F for You
How does one believe in love at first sight? One’s physical beauty cannot be enough to tell you that you’ll enjoy being with someone when they almost knock you off the bed after a restless night of sleep. And yet we’re supposed to value first impressions. I heard this song nearly a dozen times before I liked it. It was mostly grating and seemingly too simple to have any redeemable factors. A few dozen more times I began to really like it. And at this point, it’s my favorite rap song of a young 2014. One cannot rush love.
Que - OG Bobby Johnson
Not gonna lie that “OG Bobby Johnson” write-up is a bit out there! And sorry, I’ve been Jukebox slacking!