CLAAP!, S.A.N.T.A.N.A.
Dimanche
A slow Sunday-afternoon deep house cut from a Paris duo's debut EP on La Belle Records, all warm chords, an unhurried beat and Santana's soft vocal drifting in and out of the haze.
Instrument
keyboard
35 tracks.
Chet Faker
Gold
Chet Faker's smoky late-night soul over a slow, finger-snapping electronic groove, a minimal track that gets all its heat from his weathered voice and a bassline that barely moves.
Arctic Monkeys
Snap Out Of It
Alex Turner pleads with a lover to wake up from someone else's spell over a swaggering, hand-clapped shuffle and a chorus hook that sticks for days: the sixth single from AM.
C.A.R
Idle Eyes (Roman Flügel Remix)
Roman Flügel turns C.A.R.'s cold-wave Idle Eyes into patient, hypnotic minimal house: a rattling bassline, spiralling keys and pads that swell slowly toward a euphoric peak.
Fort Minor
Remember The Name
'Remember The Name' by Fort Minor is an anthem of perseverance: Mike Shinoda and Styles of Beyond trade verses over a cello loop and a chorus that breaks success down into percentages, a song that became the soundtrack of sport.
Portugal. The Man
Feel It Still
Portugal. The Man's Grammy-winning sleeper hit: a quick, swinging slice of psychedelic funk-pop that borrows its melody from Motown's Please Mr. Postman and rides one of the decade's most recognisable basslines.
alt-J
Breezeblocks
A lullaby with teeth: alt-J's 2012 breakthrough wraps an obsessive love song, borrowed in part from Where the Wild Things Are, in plucked guitar, close harmonies and a refrain that piles up until it will not let go.
Deluxe
Tum Rakak
'Tum Rakak' is a song by Deluxe, the moustachioed band from Aix-en-Provence: a funky live-band groove in B-flat minor with Liliboy singing a gleefully absurd lyric about curiosity, party crumbs and a truck that reeks in the heat.
Her
Five Minutes
'Five Minutes' is the second single by Her, the French duo of Simon Carpentier and Victor Solf: clean-cut, R&B-tinged pop of finger clicks, rippling guitars and layered vocals, from their debut Tape #1.
Ladytron
Seventeen
Ladytron's 2002 single: whirring synthesizers, two cool, interlocking voices and a minimal lyric that takes a swipe at an industry obsessed with youth, shiny and throwaway on the surface and dark underneath.