Now That's What I Call Music! Volume 59

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there’s no better time than now to determine which compilations are superior, and where all of the albums rank in relation to one another. The performance has mostly been scrubbed from the internet (which makes sense), but you can still read this breakdown by Vulture of all the absurd gestures Karmin made during it, which is probably better than actually rewatching the thing.

The first two volumes were not released on compact disc, and all subsequent releases were either single, double, or triple disc sets. These were all released on CD and magnetic cassette, but with the 1993 and 1994 volumes also being released on the vinyl format. Now 52 is perhaps the only time the compilation’s “Now What’s Next” section predicted future success: The last track on the album is Rae Sremmurd’s first single, “No Flex Zone.I know it’s on Spotify, and on YouTube, and of course that the all-knowing “I” determined that it was, in fact, music, but I don’t know. Speaking of actresses making bizarre forays into the music world: Now 32 includes “Good Girls Go Bad” by Cobra Starship and Leighton Meester.

Now Dance 92 (2 November 1992) Uniquely, 2-LP/2-MC/CD* with 12" mixes,*single CD with abridged tracklisting and 7" edits. Now 60 is the worst-case scenario for that strategy, as it features an irrelevant song from the “All About That Bass” girl, a useless track from the “livin’ like we’re renegades” band, and an even worse song from the guy who sings in seven-year intervals. And because of the micro-era it encapsulates, almost all of the songs are nostalgia-heavy and essential-feeling—for good and bad reasons. I actually thought they'd gone mad when I first heard this, but by the time it was released it was one of their best singles for me. Mousse T and Emma Lanford (I always found it bizarre how Mousse T took until 6-7 years after 'Horny' to follow up its success.

These songs were not factored into scoring, as they are mostly random shots in the dark at predicting future hits that never panned out. The subject of “I Can’t Believe It,” whom T-Pain reportedly puts in a mansion somewhere in Wiscansin, is intimated to be a dancer.