Five Songs To Hear This Week - White Lung, Blood Orange, Tobacco, Bad For Lazarus, Psyence

Five Songs To Hear This Week - White Lung, Blood Orange, Tobacco, Bad For Lazarus, Psyence

Sorting through the week's new singles and songs that have surfaced online over the last seven days, Jamie Skey (@jamie_skey) presents five songs you need to hear this week...


Having recently signed to Domino Recordings, Vancouver four-piece White Lung songs detail such dinner-table friendly topics as body dysmorphia, addiction and sexual dynamics. Forthcoming single Drown With The Monster is an unflinching example of their attack.

Though he’s sloughed his Blood Orange moniker, soulful indie dude Devonte Hynes continues his slow march inward on Palo Alto, the title track of the forthcoming soundtrack of Gia Coppola’s adaptation of James Franco’s short story collection. Hynes sounds as insular and vulnerable as ever on this waft of 80s-inspired melancholia, which features a hushed appearance from Friends’ Samantha Urbani.

Tobacco, real name Tom Hec, doesn’t so much as make music as violently puke up indigestible lumps of lysergic hip-hop and electro (in a good way). Streaker is yet another window into his creepy, beat-warping world, all staggering beats, slurred cymbals, and what sounds like the possessed young girl from The Exorcist growling through a vocoder. If you can stomach this, you might want to bag yourself a copy of his forthcoming album, Ultima II Massage (out 13 May).

Casually boasting ex members of Nine Inch Nails, UNKLE and The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, Bad For Lazarus provide an adrenalin shot straight into rock's heart. To's And Fro's, the lead out track of their forthcoming debut LP, Life’s A Carnival Bang! Bang! Bang!, is the aural-equivalent of suddenly and violently being thrown out of a drug-induced coma, owing to its frothing vocals, hallucinatory riffs and disorientating rhythms.

Having slowly been fomenting in London’s rich psyche scene, Psyence are now ready to show the world what they’ve got, in their case face melting 60s rock that sounds like Wooden Shjips drowning in a thick, molten vat of acidic organs and churning riffs. The aptly titled Chemicals For Breakfast means your cornflakes will never taste the same again.