Ravyn Lenae Can’t Fake It Anymore

Every main pop girl must have her indie-rock phase, so if this is what it takes for Lenae to cement her status as one of the greats, then so be it. And while the song’s luscious, bedroom-pop sheen marks a new sonic chapter for the singer, “Bobby” still has all the makings of a Ravyn Lenae classic at its core: paper-soft vocals, a sticky chorus, and a dreamy soundscape tying it all together.

An honest song about depression and the collateral damage it leaves in its wake, soundtracked to a deceivingly hypnotic and carefree trip-hop beat. It sonically encapsulates the racing thoughts and restless rumination that comes with this disease, and will surely stick with you for a long time.

Two words: Subdued disco. Praising Thundercat for his grooves is old hat at this point, but c’mon — this guy knows what he’s doing.

We recommend listening to this one with earplugs underneath a pair of over-the-ear headphones. It’s raucous, it’s hostile, and if you’re not careful, it’ll blow your eardrums out.

A melancholic ode to long distance, ardent angel-number subscribers are not ready for the realness that is: “Four, four, four is some bullsh*t / But I count on it every night.”

New road trip anthem just dropped. This song is for anyone who has fantasized about leaving the city before, which is to say it’s a song for everyone.

I’m a simple woman: Give me a couple electric guitars and a rageful song about fame and I’m sold. This track is filled with scathing one-liners about the fame machine, but my favorite has to be the closing line: “If your name’s on the list, just say you saw nothing.”

This song is incredible on its own, but if you’re not listening to its preceding track “EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED” first, you’re only getting half the story.