These Are 2024’s Songs of the Summer

It’s hard to pin a genre on “Von Dutch” other than throwing compound words at the wall and seeing what sticks: hyperpop, electroclash, electro-pop — even bloghouse from the early aughts. More than anything, it’s a rave-ready warning shot at folks who straight up don’t fuck with you. “Von Dutch” is brash, cocky, and dares you to disagree with Charli’s assertion that she really is your number one. Tucked between the more pop-adjacent Brat singles like “360” and confessionals like “I think about it all the time,” “Von Dutch” rebuffs the high road and is rightfully on rotation at your coolest friend’s kick back all summer long. Then there’s Kamala Harris’ run for president, which prompted an explosion of Brat-inspired memes — none bigger than this coconut tree-ified “Von Dutch” remix. “Von Dutch” and Brat are less “cult classics” these days and more “pop phenomenons.” Charli played herself there — or maybe this was her plan all along. —W.A.

As rainy spring was giving way to steamy summer, the roasting was well underway in the ongoing public beef between Kendrick Lamar and Drake. “Not Like Us” is considered to be Lamar’s knockout blow. The diss track debuted at the top of the charts in May, and it’s been part of summer 2024’s soundtrack ever since. The Pulitzer Prize-winning rapper performed the song five — yes, five— times during his Juneteenth show. And just when it looked like the feud was cooling off, the “Not Like Us” music video debuted on July Fourth to turn things back up again. There’s even a  Not Like Us: The Game. And there’s still plenty of summer left — who knows what else can happen between now and Labor Day? —L.T.

If early Sabrina Carpenter songs like “Feather” and “Nonsense” felt like twirling a glitter gel pen and kicking your heels up on your twin bed, “Espresso” is the cheeky, uniquely mature sound of taking the keys to your parents’ car and driving down to the shore. Not many artists could make the line “I’m working late ‘cause I’m a singer” feel so instantly relatable, which might be why everyone from Adele to Cardi B has quoted it. Carpenter keeps her voice velvety, light, and alluring, like taking a sip of —well, what else? You’re instantly transported to the coast (any coast) when hearing that retro synth opener, that funky bass line, and that hazy, dreamlike drum beat. Packed with quotable lines and unforgettable melody, there’s no denying — that’s that song of the summer. — S.A.

The perfect song of the summer insists on being blasted at full volume on a road trip to anywhere, and no one understands that better than Chappell Roan. On her hit single “Good Luck, Babe!,” the singer may be the “fool” she writes about when she sings, “With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof,” but there is absolutely nothing foolish about writing a biting kiss-off to an ex who refuses to own their sexuality and watching it soundtrack the pop renaissance of summer 2024. In fact, there may not be anything more logical than screaming “I told you so” to an ex as the marching beat and twirling synths of “Good Luck, Babe!” flood your car speakers. —M.G.

Country music dropped some undeniable bangers this summer — Lainey Wilson’s “Hang Tight Honey” and Shaboozey’s “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” are knockouts — but few have been as inescapable as Post Malone’s collab with Morgan Wallen. The Nashville newbie’s breakup song, off his upcoming F-1 Trillion album, basically says, “Hell, yeah, I’ve been spiraling, but it’s not just my own doing” — and then cues up a monster chorus. Sure, “I Had Some Help” has a few hints of Kip Moore’s 2012 rocker “Beer Money” in its DNA (that intro!), but Malone and Wallen’s swerving vocals makes it distinctly their own. Passing the blame has never sounded so fun. —J.H.

Because all that was once cringe becomes cool in time, the revival of “stomp clap hey” music is upon us. Its new irresistible avatar is Shaboozey, who took the countryfied hip-hop torch from “Old Town Road”-era Lil Nas X and galloped full speed toward this Number One hoedown. Like most of his latest album, Where I’ve Been, Isn’t Where I’m Going, “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” dispenses with the trap beats of his last record, and resurrects J-Kwon’s rowdy 2004 club hit “Tipsy” — and gets you just as buzzed. Twanging guitar, a slurred fiddle, double shots of Jack Daniel’s, and women dancing on tables ensure you’ll never make it to that other party downtown. Which is probably just as well: You’ve got everything you need for summer’s ultimate rager right here.  —M.K

When we were hanging with Cardi B this spring for her June Rolling Stone cover, she told us the artist she was most obsessed with was another New Yorker, rapper-crooner-producer Cash Cobain. At the time, Cobain’s song “Fisherrr” was sweeping the drill scene. It’s not typical drill, though, as Cobain would tell you it’s sexy drill, in which he takes the staccato flows and hi-hats typically reserved for gang anthems and flips them with R&B elements, lustful longing, and Auto-Tuned rap-singing. The word fisherrr is actually Cobain and his pal Bay Swag saying “For sure.” Weeks after bumping “Fisherrr” on Instagram, Cardi B was captured singing and dancing to it at a club. Then came a remix with — naturally — Ice Spice. While the song is only a modest hit so far, “Fisherrr” has been almost inescapable on hip-hop stations like Philadelphia’s influential Power 99. It’s fisherr the song of a young, lit, Slizzy summer. —M.C.

FloyyMenor and Cris MJ’s lo-fi reggaeton hit has been everywhere this summer. The track found an audience on TikTok first and then started winding up the charts at the start of the year. Part of its appeal lies in its stars: FloyyMenor was a mysterious, hard-to-pin-down Chilean artist whose face and identity had been hidden from the internet before he teamed up with fellow Chilean and rising star Cris MJ. Now that the song has blown up, it’s spent the last few months ka-booming out of cars and shadowy clubs across the globe. —J.L.

GloRilla has been known to use the recording-studio booth as her pulpit — sneaking benedictions into her hits “Tomorrow 2” and “Yeah Glo.” But on “TGIF,” she pivots to a prophecy, forecasting the weather for every summer Friday on the 2024 calendar:  “It’s 7 p.m. Friday/It’s 95 degrees.” The urgent strings and horns of Chaii Beats’ production evoke a breaking-news weather report. The rest of the song provides the perfect recipe for a night out for a single woman in hot weather: lightly dressed, no relationship commitments, stocked up on libations, and equipped with an abundance of disposable income. It’s truly the song of the summer, as both an accurate description of climate change (ask Rep. Ayanna Pressley, who quoted the song during a House committee meeting) and fantastic scene-setting for a great carefree night with friends. —E.B.

“Espresso” was still riding high when Sabrina Carpenter delivered an arguably even better song of the summer candidate, with “Please Please Please.” It’s a sweet, breezy yacht ride back to 1979 from an artist who was born in 1999 — from the ELO synths to the soft-rock groove to roller-boogie hand claps to the country-pop lilt in Carpenter’s voice. Jack Antonoff, who produced the track with a loving light touch, compared her performance to Dolly Parton and Olivia Newton-John. Updating all that with a Taylor Swiftian confessional directness, clever lines like “I heard that you’re an actor, so act like a stand-up guy,” and deft deployment of the meme-ready entreaty “I beg you, don’t embarrass me, motherfucker,” Carpenter makes her beautifully turned retro-pop escapism feel modern and fresh. —J.D.