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The 54 Best Songs of 2019

Young women blurring genres, global artists pushing boundaries and a rapper playing with a meme made the most exciting tracks of the year.

Clockwise from left: Lizzo, Ava Max and Post Malone made standout songs this year.Credit...Clockwise from left: Alex Welsh for The New York Times; Matthew Stockman via Getty Images; Nina Westervelt for The New York Times

JON PARELES

Going way, way over the top, Lizzo’s knowing but wholehearted take on an old-fashioned, orchestral soul ballad tosses around profanities as she belts it to the rafters.

A few tolling piano notes open a world of loneliness, cavernous and barren, around FKA twigs’ voice as she copes with self-doubt, jealousy and aching need.

The calm, husky tone and understated beats of Burna Boy, from Nigeria, belie a determination to unite Africa and its diaspora. This track from his 2019 album, “African Giant,” is both insinuating and ambitious.

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Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker.Credit...Amy Harris/Invision, via Associated Press

Carried by pulsing keyboards and a bashing beat, Kevin Parker — the one-man studio band Tame Impala — confronts all the misgivings of being a grown-up still making pop music.

From the album “Ghosteen,” Nick Cave’s magnificently sustained reverie on grief, family and eternity, comes this billowing waltz, a mythic vision that falls to earth and finds another way to ascend.

Crescendos rise like tidal waves in this retro, string-laden torch song that carries girl-group drama to an operatic peak.

A meditative, mysterious song about time, transformation and connection, fervently sung over folky acoustic guitars.

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Khalid pleads for conversation on “Talk.”Credit...Mackenzie Sweetnam/Getty Images

Khalid’s approach couldn’t be more sensitive — “Can’t we just talk/Figure out where we’re going?” — as synthesizer chords tiptoe forward ever so tentatively, even as the tryst proceeds.

In a whispery, bedroom-sized reduction of grungy indie rock, Clairo ponders whether physical attraction will outweigh a lovers’ quarrel, striving to maintain her deadpan as feelings surge.

A Mexican-American born in Los Angeles, Angelica Garcia proclaims her bicultural heritage — “wearing my roots and flying this flag” — over a snowballing, polyrhythmic buildup that melds Mexican rhythms and electronic savvy.

The perpetually rebellious Algerian songwriter Rachid Taha left behind an album in progress when he died in 2018. Its title song, “Je Suis Africain,” praises an African heritage that extends worldwide, and backs it up with a Pan-African groove fusing elements from Congo, Senegal, Algeria and beyond.

Bruce Hornsby melds chamber music, jazz, Minimalism and a folksy hoedown with some science-based metaphors to offer advice and warnings for the future of humanity. Cosmic enough?

Soul music’s gospel foundations sustain Baby Rose’s strikingly deep, tearful voice as she faces a modern quandary: Should she drunk-dial her ex?

A Venezuelan singer who moved to the United States and attended Berklee College of Music, Nella won the 2019 Latin Grammy for best new artist. She forged a trans-Atlantic musical partnership with Javier Limón, a Spanish producer and songwriter who brought out her affinity for flamenco and wrote “Voy” (“I Go”), a lean, lilting song about picking up and moving into the unknown.

Rockabilly meets Radiohead, with a backbeat below and a canopy of feedback above Adia Victoria’s voice, in “A Different Kind of Love.” It’s a checklist of failed romances from a songwriter pushing Americana toward sonic experimentation.

This burnished posthumous production is a worthy addition to Cohen’s catalog: a contemplation on art, love and faith.

There are psychological nuances behind the Black Keys’ neo-vintage rock. “Breaking Down,” with its electric sitar and distorted lead guitar, plunges tersely into darker moments.

Zsela Thompson’s debut single, a somber ballad, introduced her suspended-time phrasing, the melancholy comforts of her lustrous alto voice and lyrics that find a spiritual overlay for the ambiguities of a breakup.

Vagabon — the Cameroonian-American songwriter Laetitia Tamko — strives to set boundaries in “Water Me Down,” stepping back from a clingy relationship while a muffled four-on-the-floor beat and a cheerfully piping synthesizer line suggest she’s already regained her equilibrium.

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Camila Cabello zips through genres on “Liar.”Credit...Kevin Winter/Getty Images For Iheartmedia

“Liar,” a lighthearted plaint about the power of lust, riffles quickly through style after style — salsa, reggaeton, flamenco, ska, ballad — working nimbly and globally to hold elusive the pop attention span.

A supremely catchy international collaboration — the rapper GoldLink from Washington, the producer Maleek Berry from London (with Nigerian roots), the singer Bibi Bourelly from Germany (whose parents are Moroccan and Haitian-American, singing in Zulu) — rides an unstoppable groove, with Berry’s sly refrain: “You can’t catch me no more on the cellular.”

Church bells toll, guitars pick modal patterns and gothic drama builds as Blake Shelton links rural piety and endless, thankless farm work, in a song as grim as it is proud.

The wah-wah pedal gets a serious workout in this invocation to rain deities from the Malian guitarist and singer Oumar Konate, revving up a twisty, modal, six-beat groove into psychedelic frenzy.

A bristling density — of sounds, styles, ideas, implications — unites the untamed production and rapping of Jpegmafia. This track, from the album “All My Heroes Are Cornballs” crams together prayer and raunch over a slow groove that’s upended again and again.

The song itself, going viral since 2018, could have come and gone as a novelty ditty. But as its popularity spread and spread, the discussions it stimulated — about who’s country and what’s American — have been deep and welcome.


JON CARAMANICA

A sneer grows in Brooklyn.

One sudden burst of bubbly mayhem after the next.

No one did romantic plaint this year like the Panamanian singer Sech.

Love in the time of hollering.

Theatrical warnings about someone too true to be good.

The state of rap’s tomorrow: offhandedly delivered, mundanely detailed, incidentally rhyming,

Primo resentful Drake meets primo unbothered Ross.

Mexican corridos injected with new swagger.

A promising glimpse of our robot future.

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DaBaby had a breakout year in hip-hop.Credit...Jessica Lehrman for The New York Times

Rap’s strongest whack-a-mole player at his top speed.

Just let Miranda rock, please.

A distressing and infectious slab of sing-rap anxiety.

The mildly unsettling Billie song that’s better than the other mildly unsettling Billie song.

It may or may not have been meaningful, but it certainly lasted a long time.

The most fun you can extract from a tense and resentful breakup.

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Post Malone continued his streaming domination.Credit...Nina Westervelt for The New York Times

But really only the viral dance version.

He really could do it all.

Rude, in the best way.

An unerringly sweet love song that bridges genres and dispositions.

Howls of ecstasy, howls of regret.

The return of ’90s power country.

A penetratingly simple song from one of this decade’s most complex artists.

Jon Pareles has been The Times's chief pop music critic since 1988. A musician, he has played in rock bands, jazz groups and classical ensembles. He majored in music at Yale University. More about Jon Pareles

Jon Caramanica is a pop music critic for The Times and the host of the Popcast. He also writes the men's Critical Shopper column for Styles. He previously worked for Vibe magazine, and has written for the Village Voice, Spin, XXL and more. More about Jon Caramanica

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