What goes better with some late-summer sunshine than an ice-cold margarita? A shirtless pool-boy who resembles a young Tom Hardy serving you said marg, sure. The answer I was actually looking for, however, was some sweet, soulful sax. (Again, NAWT a typo, nymphos. Get your minds out of the gutter.)
Even though summer is coming to a close, it doesn't mean that you still can't rage like's it's the Fourth of July, people! And nothing SCREAMS summer-dance-party more than the combination of some smooth saxophone and some tropical-laced synth.
Check out my ~saxy~ suggestions for your next pool party playlist below or forever be on my sh*t-list, right above people who take their corn off the cob to eat it and right under Kevin James. (And, let's be honest, I don't think "right under Kevin James" is a place anyone wants to be...)
TWO FRIENDS & INTSTRUM- TRAP KING (FETTY WAP FEAT. ADRIANA GOMEZ)
Fudging DUH I'm posting this!! Fetty Wap's "Trap Queen" is like the 3rd most-addicting meth-related craze EVER, trailing right behind "Breaking Bad" and, well, meth. Trust me when I say that this rework is just as intoxicating as the original. With the production styles of Two Friends and INSTRUM fusing together seamlessly, this tune has me grooving like Kenny G before the hip replacement surgery.
Side note: I also really support the feminist stance this song is taking. It is widely-speculated that in the original version, Fetty Wap takes the roll of the drug-kingpin with his "Trap Queen" supporting his work and looking hot in her apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur (or whatever Trap Queens wear). But LADIES! This isn't 1940 anymore! We don't need a man to make our crystal meth for us! We are strong, independent females. We are capable of building a drug empire by ourselves, with our Trap Kings merely lying around while we conduct our important biz. Women's equality shouldn't just be something we strive for in the legal and business sectors. Feminism is for everyone so I say more woman drug-lords and pimps PRONTO, who's with me?!
SANDRA LYNG- PLAY MY DRUM
First off, I have to give a gracious "Thank You" to the "Swedish Top 50" section of Spotify for introducing me to this track. Of course, the 27 percent of me that is a Pitchfork-level music snob hates this song. On the other hand, the 4 percent of me that is European-club-rat hears it and wants to immediately take tequila shots until I'm drunk and delusional enough to think that heels are the move for the night.
Don't let the lame, over-sexualized album art for this track dissuade you from pressing play. Although the cover looks like Sandra Lyng's cheesy promo photos for her fictitious stint on "Bachelor in Paradise," but this song has everything you crave. The sax. The synth. Even the strumming guitar in the beginning. Everything works in a sort of formulaic housey-pop kind of way. If you ask me in public I will deny ever saying this but, secretly, that type of cliche, sugary-pop is my absolute favorite genre of music. And that's why the Swedish Top 50 friggin' ROCKS, alcohol lovers of America. Just one electric dance jam after another.
BIG DATA- THE BUSINESS OF EMOTION (VICEROY REMIX)
I feel like everything Viceroy touches turns to palm trees and conch shells. Like a Caribbean King Midas. Homeboy captures the summer sound so effortlessly that he's even crowned himself the "Sultan of Summer." This is a title I'm pretty sure belongs either to Seth Cohen or the Turkish sovereign who throws the sickest pool parties, but whatever, I'll allow it.
Fun fact about this jam: it is actually the result of Viceroy and Big Data teaming up with Taco Bell of all things. Does this mean that Taco Bell is the thing making Big Data "feel good" in the song? I don't really know, but, if so, I kind of get it—people go freaking NUTS for the Mexican McDonald's. Seriously, I'm pretty sure Baja Blast has had consistently higher approval ratings than Obama has had his entire presidency. That's not even meant to start a politics-related-sh*tstorm in the comments section, I swear! Getting joy from starting political arguments, for me, is like the gym. I just don't go there.
