Tom Misch: High
If only I could clear the entire month of October and dedicate it to lying in a room of cloudy wallpaper and pillows, listening only to Tom Misch's latest track, "High." I'd invite Snoop Dogg and Lana Del Rey and we'd blow medicinal smoke rings and hot box said room like it was a fucking 1959 Impala Bel-Air sedan. Our eyes would be so red you'd think we were living stills using the flash too close to the camera lens in ambient low light. Tom Misch is either a horrible influence or completely all-knowing and should run for high counsel. Probably the latter, especially if he has Erykah Badu's endorsement.