Singles: Fergie, Jagwar Ma, Julia Jacklin & More

Too many pop culture things happening at the moment folks. I can’t pick one to make a pithy comment about for this week’s intro sorry.


Let’s just take a moment to think about how American Pie has forever changed the English language. This song is pretty much what you’d expect from a song called M.I.L.F $. MILFs are cool, Fergie’s cool. Everything’s cool.


M.I.A. : Go Off

There’s a big with a capital Banger beat from Skrillex and Blaqstarr underneath here, but it never really feels like it lands its potential impact. It’s a serviceable anthem that would probs do what it says on the tin with a festival crowd, but feels like it’s lacking a certain energy. M.I.A.’s most potent cuts always nudge up the BPM, and things feel a little detached here.



Katy Perry has pretty much had the inspo-soundtrack market on lock thanks to reality TV, so it’s no surprise to see her going all out with an Olympics anthem. Too bad it’s a bit shit, the slow-burning melodrama reeking of conceit, unlike the spacious uplift of something like Roar. But when it comes to global sporting anthems we should pretty much dust off Ricky Martin’s Cup Of Life for everything. Including events that don’t actually have cups.


HOLY BALM : Clandestine

A whirl of rudimentary synth tones roll through Clandestine’s seven minute runtime, providing a few moments throughout. Vocal melodies from Emma Ramsay provide the spark, the instrumentation doing everything with the palette on offer, sometimes limiting, sometimes locking into syncopated goodness.




When it comes to festival bands, few in Australia do it better than Jagwar Ma. They never really overreach, just hitting the mark with bangers like O B 1. It lifts, it carries, it drops, and repeat. It’s one of those tracks that can hit the spot off chops or otherwise, conjuring open fields and night skies even through headphones. And if you are hearing it at Splendour? Reckon she’ll be one hell of a treat. It doubles down on the gurning engine of their previous work, really honing in on a communal purity. Feels good, man.




Julia Jacklin came outta nowhere (well, somewhere: Blue Mountains) at the start of the year with Pool Party. She returns with the blissful Leadlight. It exudes power, deftly weaving a stop-start dynamic while retaining masterful poise. There’s understated joy, there’s explicit joy, and there’s a tactile command everywhere in between. Timelessness is a tricky thing, and Julia Jacklin makes it seem innate. There’s something special going on here.