Bobby Rethwish - I’d Rather Lose a Fist Fight
Bon Iver meets The 1975 on “I’d Rather Lose a Fist Fight,” the electrifying debut single from Minneapolis songwriter and producer Bobby Rethwish. The hook-filled indie-pop track opens on an intimate note, with a muffled but sweet piano and one softly sung line to draw the listener in: “I’d rather lose a fist fight.” Suddenly, after a burst of white noise, the arrangement opens up to a colorful and energizing palette of sounds. Part dance-rock, part electro-indie pop, the song transcends genres. The instrumentation is lush with cheerful, atmospheric synths and samples; a pumping percussive beat on top of a persistent classical piano line; and capped off with a vibrant guitar solo. Rethwish’s vocal, reminiscent of Matt Healy’s, is grippingly pleasant; his passionate delivery and colorful array of harmonies force you to lose yourself in his words, even if you can’t always understand them. “I’d Rather Lose a Fist Fight” is a bright, invigorating mid-tempo jam that will appeal to a wide variety of tastes.
— Britnee Meiser on September 4, 2019
Moses Sumney - Plastic
Los Angeles genre-bending artist Moses Sumney released his gorgeous and ethereal debut album Aromanticism into the world this September. Sumney has made a big impression on artists like Solange and Sufjan Stevens for good reason. His infusion of soul and folk come together on this album in a way that leaves us begging for more. A prime example of this heavenly blend is found on the third song of the album, “Plastic.” A previous version of the song can be heard on the first season of Issa Rae’s HBO series, Insecure. This new version serves as one of the more simplistic songs on the album, featuring just a fingerpicked electric guitar, a synth and Sumney’s captivating voice. The hook of the song repeats the line “my wings are made of plastic,” each time sung in a slightly different way than it was before, continuing to imbue the phrase with new meaning. This song of vulnerability, self-awareness and secret-spilling is the kind that you can leave on repeat and get lost in for hours.
— Dara Bankole on October 22, 2017
