Wherever you are in the world: good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night. It is time for your 5 a day.

One day, the UK government said, "You should eat 5 portions of fruit or veg[etables] per day." Turns out you should probably eat more than that. But we think it's pretty catchy, so we've hijacked it. Here we'll list FIVE pieces of music per DAY that we think you should check out. As the Italians say, we'll be catching two pigeons with one bean (prendere due piccioni con una fava): we help spread the word about MORE artists, plus we're giving YOU more music to listen to. It's all a joy for us, really!

Bass heavy electronic-and-sample freneticities abound in froyo ma's (great name) at the same time superchilled and undeniably cosmic 'shaving cream milkshake' (great title). Then it's a happy 4.20 (yesterday's date innit) from Steffen ¥oshiki with the emotional, nicely accented beats of 'why can't i turn off the radio', featuring a plaintive rendition of Ne-Yo's 'So Sick'. Then there's a hazy electronic hymnal called 'CHAP. 01 Nació – signalling more to come – from Cantibeall; this is followed by night-time beat-laden quasi-lullaby delicacy by Yung Kanti and Le Miso. And to finish up, we have some jazz-flavoured beats ringing with fresh-smoothness from ayekay in the form of 'so kind' – with a SoundCloud description of "had this laying around," and now we're laying around with it.


Mario from Mario Sunshine meets Mario from Mario Galaxy for a vacation-themed trip to space; or a cosmic-themed trip to Isle Delfino. It'sa me, space-time fluctuation!


Eating cereal at 2AM just going over the same old thing: "why is it over?" You know why it's over really. A single tear drops from your eye into the bowl, you continue eating: the looping cycle of sadness.


The religious music of an alien race.


The height of summer. The sheets stick to you. Insects are endlessly abuzz outside. You can't help but yearn for someone next to whom you can wake up, spend a lazy summer's day beside. No new texts. Sleep eludes you.


Swaying coastal flora of the Mediterranean framing azure seas as you sip Espritz du Sud on a whitewashed balcony, your sunglassed lover dew-dropped with pool water perusing a French paper she can't understand. "I'm hungry," you both say at the same time.