Tracks of the week reviewed: Bea1991, Dido, Suki Waterhouse

BEA1991
My Own Heaven

This is an exquisite piece of music that never lets you get comfortable. At first it seems like a blissed-out Balearic dance track, the sort of thing Pete Tong might play on a comedown, but then it lurches into low-range Lisa Stansfield spoken-word, before a modern classical moment effervesces into its own feedback loop. I know I just referenced both Pete Tong and Lisa Stansfield, but it’s a wonderous three minutes and 59 seconds.

Suki Waterhouse
Good Looking

Not content with appearing on multiple covers of Tatler and in the forthcoming Pokémon movie, Detective Pikachu, Suki is trying to carve out a pop career, making songs only a posh person could love. Good Looking is as vapid as its subject matter, an empty, Lana Del Fey dirge, nostalgic for a vague old-worldy era that only ever existed in the Tumblr reposts of affected teenagers.

Dido
Take You Home

Was Dido always this vibey? Are there other beatific, understated house tracks in her back catalogue I am simply unaware of? There are lyrics like “We can dance all night and sleep all day”. Can we, Dido? Are you sure you don’t want a Pukka tea? Honestly, this makes me want to walk through a crowded European nightclub high-fiving everyone and then walk out into the night drinking domestic lager and kicking traffic bollards over.

Calpurnia
Cell

Sure, 16-year-old Finn Wolfhard has things good now: he’s the star of Stranger Things, the remake of Stephen King’s It and now frontman of this adored garage rock band, playing Dinosaur Jr knock-offs to teen fans who think Dinosaur Jr is some kind of Jurassic Park Happy Meal promotional tie-in at McDonald’s. But what about when he’s in his early 20s and nothing feels exciting any more, and he doesn’t even go to the Emmys even though he’s nominated because it’s all so fake? I already feel bad for that guy.

Joe Goddard ft Kool Keith
Pull the Plug

We need a name to describe the scene of dads in their 40s who still take pills once every couple of months, listen to dance music (they call it “electronica”) on Bose noise-cancelling headphones, agonise over whether to spend their disposable income on Moderat tickets or at the Folk sample sale. Once we have come up with a moniker, this piece of intelligent, engaging dance music will be their anthem.