YOLO? I don’t even know anymore, what that even mean though
If you only live once why we keep doing the same shit
Back home where I come from we keep being born again and again and again and again
That’s why they invented karma

If anyone was gonna remix #YOLO into a cut of their own creation, I’m glad it was Maya. That Pon De Floor suicide bomb each chorus taught me that You Always Live Again. So long as you put the song on loop.

M.I.A., “Come Walk With Me”

Lordy lord, this autumn is gonna be a good one for noisy-as-fuck pop. Maya’s latest melodic mashup takes a page out of doo-wop and a whole lot of volume-increasing pops that you’re familiar with if you’ve used a Mac in the past decade. She goes as sing-songy as she can, breaking the track open for a bit but returning listeners to the calm with her pied piper impression.

M.I.A., “Bring The Noize”

Maya makes noise out of annoyance. Listening to the bouncing marble drum loop here reminded me of “Steppin’ Up,” the first real song on her last label-released album. It opens with power tool whines and returns to various bit-sized drills every chorus. “Teqkilla,” one of the other tracks, includes the sharp strikes of a metal bolt shaken in an Erlenmeyer flask (as best I can identify it). I refuse to stop mentioning that “Meds and Feds” samples my fave assaulters, Sleigh Bells.

And her willingness to recycle the annoying, overwhelming sounds into an eclectic version of pop (the most straightforward genre there is) is inspiring for a guy who hopes to learn the rules of art and then (only then!) play with them from within. Forget her politics or her politeness— her music plows ahead, unabashed, and the dust floating in the aftermath is kicked away by a crowd of converts.

M.I.A., “Paper Planes (Diplo Street remix feat. Bun B and Rich Boy)”

I wasn’t sure about posting this because it’s like the most critically acclaimed rap remix of the last decade, but since I somehow manage to lose my copy of it on a regular basis I figured I might as well take this opportunity to bump it on the tumblrz.

Here’s how slick Bun B’s verse is: he convinces you that hustling is an honorable profession, comparable to Robin Hood. I wish I could leave it at that, but just take a look at the lyrics down there and read along with his rhythm. It’s so airtight.

If that’s not enough, Rich Boy takes the hackneyed “compare a gun to a girl” concept and makes it fresh again. This was the idea that G-Unit wrote a whole song about, (“My Buddy,”) but 50 Cent & Co. just ended up sounding like fetishists describing their object of affection. Here, Rich Boy ends with a warning about his valkyrie: “her name is Baretta/ and she’s motherfuckin’ crazy!

Now one things for certain, and two things for sure,
Being poor is a disease, you gotta hustle up a cure,
Start with your head homie then use your hands,
If you try it in reverse, you don’t even have a chance.
We worldwide worried with the hunger and the thirst,
From the third world countries to the second and the first,
It sounds like a verse but its more like a plan,
Get your Robin Hood on, put some pressure on the man, tell it!

Bun B, “Paper Planes (Diplo Street remix)”

Bun’s flow just trickles out here, he makes sounding cool sound so easy.

M.I.A., “Meds and Feds”

Wait a moment, I know I’m a little slow on the uptake here, but is this song actually sampling Sleigh Bells? I can’t even keep myself from crying right now at how ridiculous this eurobeat/electro/glitch/noise rock overload is.

If absurdity was sugar, my teeth would be falling out after this track. And actually, the whole album. Maybe I’m just a punkass kid, but I like all the noise..