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Year In ReView: Vanyaland’s Top 25 songs of 2016

This was an odd year for music. As Vanyaland senior writer Daniel Brockman details in his annual Year In Pop roundup, the two-way highway of comings and goings produced a wealth of in-crisis pop, solemn rock, and schizophrenic hip-hop alongside a cruel abundance of iconic deaths and life-lessons from rock's dinosaur guard. And as this Vanyaland contributor list proves, it was another wildly eclectic and eccentric year of sound, proving that genre restriction is truly dead for those who still actually care. For our Top 25 Songs of 2016, we pitched and polled our writing staff about their favorite tracks of the year, then condensed each list for a composite ranking. Below are the results, with the song's nominator doing the honors of telling us why the song cracked the list in the first place. It may not be perfect, but it's ours, and it's worth more than just taking a Chance on.

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19. Bear Hands, “I Won’t Pay”

“I Won’t Pay” by Brooklyn alt-rockers Bear Hands is the sound of what it felt like to be alive in 2016, running like a rollercoaster of emotions through the most unsettling of years this side of 9/11. Part misfit anthem, part millennial battle cry, “I Won’t Pay” takes aim at the haters like the 2007 Anything-You-Can-Do-I-Can-Do-Better commercial campaign by Gatorade, only upping the ante to feel more realistic and self-aware than Michael Jordan and Mia Hamm ever could (“I see you at the bar, out drink you… I see you in the bedroom, out kink you”). Bear Hands carries “I Won’t Pay” with a subdued synth line that beats like a heart murmur, pulsing under an air of anxiety and apprehension in the first minute only to pivot by the second verse into an aggressive beat all too perfect for dancing through loss (Bowie, Prince, hope, social order… you name it, we lost it in 2016) and trying to find at least some remote sense of purpose in an otherwise very sobering year (“But no I didn’t ask for this/So take it back”). And just when we think we’ve made it through, shit truly hits the fan — power chords on blast, emotions on 100 through the end of the song. And the year. All that we have left to say is, “Fuck that, I won’t pay.”

— Cory Lamz

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