“Don’t stay awake for too long, don’t go to bed,” she tenderly intones. Powfu’s breakout hit “Death Bed” is built around a sample from “Coffee” by beabadoobee, a British-Filipino upstart riding the ’90s-nostalgic line between roughshod indie and gleaming pop favored by the 1975 (with whom she was set to tour this spring before live music was postponed indefinitely). He favors titles like “Don’t Fall Asleep Yet” and Some Boring Love Stories that are either self-owns or so self-aware I have to give him more credit than I’d prefer. Ostensibly, Powfu is operating in the realm of lo-fi hip-hop, but the fidelity of his songs is not particularly low (especially compared to, say, Earl Sweatshirt), and they suggest that the descriptor “hip-hop” has become so elastic that it will soon be as meaningless as “rock.” Faber tends to sing-rap over slow guitar figures, toggling between amateurish sing-rapping and pinched emo melodies. At some point along the way he signed to Columbia Records. His song “Death Bed” is rapidly climbing Billboard’s Hot 100 (it’s currently at #33) after blowing up at YouTube and TikTok and Spotify in roughly that order. Powfu is a babyfaced 20-year-old schlub from the Vancouver area named Isaiah Faber. I mean, sure, that too, but I’m referring to the new normal represented by musical artists like Powfu. Have you acclimated to the new normal yet? Have you come to accept it, made peace with it? Oh! No, no, no - not the paralyzing isolation and anxious fatigue that come with social distancing, self-quarantine, and a looming global pandemic.