Stick season is the best time to discover new music.<\/strong> Our critics have some helpful suggestions for songs to keep you warm. Plus:<\/p>\n When the days are shorter and colder,<\/strong> something in the air sends us searching for comfort in music. Our writers have selected their favorite songs of this season<\/a>. We hope they provide some cozy listening for the final weeks of fall.<\/p>\n Amanda Petrusich recommends:<\/p>\n \u201cLoser,\u201d by Tame Impala.<\/strong> This addictive, loping track is one of the best and strangest songs from the artist\u2019s fifth album<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n \u201cThe Way Love Goes,\u201d by Wednesday.<\/strong> This heartsick tune was inspired by the Merle Haggard song of nearly the same name; both are tender meditations on how fragile we become in the face of love. The singer Karly Hartzman described it\u2014perfectly, in my opinion\u2014as \u201cpoking roadkill with a stick. Making it twitch.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n Hua Hsu recommends:<\/p>\n \u201cHypersoft Lovejinx Junkdream,\u201d by james K.<\/strong> Until NewJeans, the wildly popular K-pop group, is freed from their record-label purgatory, I am happy to swaddle myself in james K\u2019s skittering, dreamy, weightless dance pop.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n \u201cMe and Those Dreamin\u2019 Eyes of Mine (live at the Jazz Cafe, London),\u201d by D\u2019Angelo.<\/strong> An early live gem from one of the best to ever do it<\/a>. An irresistible, holy spectacle.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n Brady Brickner-Wood recommends:<\/p>\n \u201cSpecial,\u201d by dexter in the newsagent.<\/strong> One of the year\u2019s finest songs feels both timeless and fresh, a patient and yearning ode to young love from one of London\u2019s most promising young pop singers.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n \u201cBuzzkill,\u201d by Ness Lalonde.<\/strong> If ever a song had a broken heart! \u201cBuzzkill\u201d is a cutting and feral cry for help; I can\u2019t stop listening to it.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n Rachel Syme recommends:<\/p>\n \u201cBlues Run the Game,\u201d by Jackson C. Frank.<\/strong> The earlier it gets dark, the more I put this song into rotation. A classic anthem for seasonal affective disorder.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n \u201cGuess Who I Saw Today,\u201d by Samara Joy.<\/strong> This cover of the jazz standard moves as slowly and sweetly as honey; it\u2019s ideal for crunching through leafy streets.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n
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