32. Molly Nilsson - “American Express”

This jam wins the award for hedonistic stoicism. I feel like it perfectly captures the sort of love that seems to run endemic throughout society these days. It’s a sense of attraction that permeates the body but refuses to invigorate the soul. It’s attraction without emotion – pure lust that worships the physical and abstains from the metaphysical. It reminds me of the love depicted within ancient Roman and Grecian cultures. A love born of excess and decadence, or rather the accompanying uncertainty and self-destruction they give rise to. It’s love adrift – more a love of art, than a love of another human being. It’s a love that prefers to keep its distance and remain removed, shrinking the three-dimensional into the two-dimensional and confining potential for the sake of ease. It’s a love that acquiesces to the inherent and untenable nature of everything else around it, imitating the soulless consumerism and cascading egoism that simultaneously permeates and stifles it.