Tennis - "Marathon" A summer song from a wife-&-husband duo who drift in, er, certain circles, and so there's a little too much hiss here, in a song that would be better served by fidelity, or at least a little fidelity, not too polished either, let's say lo-fi; but this small thing aside, it's a summer song that somehow escapes being too beachy, too calypso, as is the trend in, er, certain circles, and instead Tennis's summertime is wildflower valley, full July, thistle and shade, bursting with glee but not sunbleached; just right. [thanks Chris / MySpace]

PS I Love You - "Starfield". With a mixture of the Pixies' goofy desperation and McLusky's desperate goofiness, PS I Love You make a song that's catchy and elastic, romantic and stupid, a string of "fucks" with a starry sky at the end. It makes me imagine a certain kind of conversation, the kind of conversation that goes like this: "It's okay, dude. Calm down! Have a glass of water. Now we're friends. (... ...) SPACE LION!" [thanks James / MySpace / buy]

(photo by Ryan Schude)