Last week, a dear friend of mine pointed out that I seem to have a hilariously visceral reaction whenever any music that sounds even vaguely jangly and folky plays within hearing distance (The Tallest Man On Earth's 1904 happened to be croaking out of the speakers at the time). And she would be very right. With notable exceptions (like glacial-pixie-dust-volcano-ash-Icelandic post-rock) very few other genres of music hit me as deep and as immediately -and stay with me longer- the way a good folk album can. Seriously ; just toss a bearded white guy singing poetically bittersweet lyrics tinged with rustic nature imagery and playing guitar (bonus points if it's a banjo or mandolin. I will gladly bear his children if he chooses to wield a BANJOLIN) somewhere in there and I am sold. Hard.
Which is why I officially want to marry everyone in this video.
London-based folk band To Kill A King roped together a group of musician friends - including my current musical obsession, Bastille - for a joyous rendition of their single Choices. And it is gorgeous. Because what could be more perfect than a glorious folky sing-along session with all your friends (and all their violins and all their all their horns) in a gorgeous leafy backyard somewhere in London on a morning so beautiful that the sun beams down on you like gold and bliss and the laughter of children. Nothing, dammit. Nothing could be more perfect.
And I did have a hilariously visceral reaction to this song. It made me so happy I wanted to cry and then go outside and HUG THE SHIT out of someone. In fact I defy you to not start smiling as wide and as dorky as Bastille's Dan Smith (he of the jean jacket, striped shirt, beautiful voice and the gloriously PHWOOOOOSH-y hair) while watching this. It remains to be seen whether or not Bastille's and To Kill A King's respective albums will stick with me long enough and meaningfully enough to merit spots on the inevitable best-of lists at the end of the year. But for now this 6-minute slice of unadulterated, simple joy is my favourite thing in the universe.
Even if this kind of music isn't typically your thing, I urge you to give it a try. This song. So. Much, Happy. Don't you like being happy? Are you a killer of joy? DO YOU DROWN PUPPIES IN YOUR FREE TIME? I mean seriously.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
"And The Walls Kept Tumbling Down In The City That We Loved".
It's Sunday, and I'm posting
(this is my personal favourite, because I am a sucker for house concerts, crowd participation, happy band members, and adorable sweaters).
And just to be fair, here's the official album version as well.
I suppose it would be a lazy comparison to call Bastille the more-English-but-less-guitar-centric baby of Fun. and Foster The People. Their debut album Bad Blood is insanely accessible and high-energy electronic-based pop with MASSIVE hooks and irresistably catchy melodies. The band's only failings at this point are their sonic predictability (you can just about the see the hooks coming from the intro verse-bridge combo alone) and a tendency to come up with pseudo-deep but ultimately generic lyrics : "there's a hole in my soul/can you fill it?" is not exactly the essence of poetic profundity. But there's something about frontman Dan Smith's frankly phenomenal boy-voice that exudes so much well-meaning sincerity and conviction, so that what could have been hollow and by-the-numbers songwriting is given a certain measure of depth and emotional resonance.
You also don't need me to tell you that these guys aren't exactly the second coming of Radiohead. This is solid but ultimately lightweight stuff. All the hipster music blogs I follow will presumably not be devoting much pixel space to Bastille. But you know what, it doesn't matter. I don't care. I am a strong, independent woman and grown-ass adult consumer of popular culture, and I don't need a godforsaken Pitchfork approval rating to justify what I do or don't enjoy listening to. I don't need that shit. I will jam to whatever the hell I feel like jamming out to. So there. You hear me Pitchfork? You hear me?! I defy your elitist standards of artistic and cultural merit. I defy the hell out of it.
What really and truly intrigues me about Bastille, however, is the plethora of consistently excellent acoustic performances of their album tracks available on the youtube (see the Mahogany Sessions video above). It says a lot about the quality of your work when you can strip your music of all its polished beats and processed vocals, right down to the barest structure of harmonies, handclaps and acoustic guitar. And everything still sounds just as good, if not actually better. This gorgeous, nearly bare-as-bones rendition of Flaws does more for me than the album version ever will, and also provides video evidence that Dan Smith (he of the impossibly skinny jeans and fantastic hair) has impeccable taste in dorky sweaters.
p.s: it would be a gigantic travesty if I ended this post without sharing this fantastic remix/mashup/cover hybrid of TLC's No Scrubs laid over The XX's Angels, interspersed with soundclips from Psycho. What could have been overambitious and pretentious horseshit turned out to be one of the BEST things to have graced my ears so far in 2013. Do yourselves a favour (especially if you're not a fan of mashups - I wasn't, and this won me over so hard, I still haven't recovered nearly a month later) and press play on this shiny little gem of audio goodness.
p.p.s: A full day of stewing in Bad Blood's 12 tracks has led me to conclude that the album as a whole tends to drown in its own unremarkability (is that a word? well it's a word now). Too many of the songs sound too similar in terms of beats and production, and seem to regress into anonymity with attempts to appeal to as many genres and markets as possible, Without Dan Smith's strong vocals to pull shit together, some of these songs run the risk of sounding faceless, like any other 4-white-guys-with-guitars indie-pop band could have stepped in and done the job just as well. Attempts to include literary and mythological references comes across as just a tad too try-hard, and the writing - as I've pointed out earlier - tends to be patchy at best. But it's worth mentioning that the strongest tracks offered here are the ones with the more offbeat melodies and reined-in synthesized beats ; Weight Of Llving Pt.II and Weight Of Living Pt.I, the latter being tucked away as a hidden track towards the end (you fucknuts, Bastille, why isn't this a potential single?). The grandiose bombast is great, but simplicity - or at the very least, some restraint and variety - seems to work best. Stop trying to be Arcade Fire. Just...be kinda sorta maybe The XX. With the volume turned up. And more ingredients.
Flaws aside, there's something about these guys that just appeals to me on a "I don't know why I like it I just do, okay?" level (*cough* Dan Smith has nice hair *cough*). Perhaps it's simply a craving for fresh, solid pop music. Dan Smith's solo work with his covers mixtapes proves that he is a an absolutely fantastic interpreter of other artists' songs - all that remains is for him to transfer that brand of intricate originality to his own stuff. And I believe that with a few more years' worth of firm grounding in playing together as a band, improvements in songwriting, and a stronger focus on exactly what they want to sound like, we could be in store for some special things from this band. I'm rooting for these guys. You go, Bastille, four for you Bastille. I'll be right behind you with the pom-poms.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Jams For Your Ears : 90's Britpop Throwback Edition
This stuff is seriously pumping me up right now, so I've put together a shoddy little playlist of the tracks I've been enjoying the most this weekend, so you too can be transported back to that golden time when Damon Albarn was the most beautiful thing your pre-pubescent self (adjust accordingly based on individual age) had ever seen, and hearing Wonderwall for the first time felt like the most profoundly momentous thing that had ever happened to you.
Here it is, you guys. Now you too can feel totally bad ass as you power walk your fine ass through your faculty/office/local supermarket this week. And don't forget to TURN IT UP.
edit : if you have problems playing the videos from this page, I'm afraid you'll have to do it the uncool way and just click through to listen to the stuff on youtube
The Riverboat Song // Ocean Colour Scene
Disco 2000 // Pulp
The Chemistry Between Us // Suede
Morning Glory // Oasis
One To Another // The Charlatans
Love Spreads // The Stone Roses
Badhead // Blur
She Said // Longpigs
Hey Dude // Kula Shaker
Alright // Supergrass
Slight Return // The Bluetones
Movin' On Up // Primal Scream
Bittersweet Symphony // The Verve
And here is some vintage Damon Albarn with a kitty cat, to help us all get through the week.
Monday, December 10, 2012
"Cause The Wine In Our Breaths Puts Love On Our Tongues" , Or Holiday Jams To Give You Festive Feelings
I'm not much of a festive person, but December does give me an excuse to break out my ever-growing Christmas playlist and put it on a loop for days on end. I'm a sucker for Christmas music ; melancholy traditional covers and unconventional (often inappropriate) new secular creations alike. I may be simply buying into the commercialization and consumerist elements of the whole celebration, but I really don't care. These songs give me the best kind of warm fuzzies (except the ones that mention bells or sleighs, those grate on my nerves, like you have no idea). Plus December is always the time of year when Sufjan Stevens pops out of nowhere and releases five thousand new EPs of holiday cheer! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE SUFJAN STEVENS IN CHRISTMAS MODE.
Anyway, I'd like to share a small selection of the Christmas jams that put a smile on my face for about a month in every year. Most of the featured artists are non-mainstream, but I don't care how alt-indie-extra-super-underground-obscure your band is, nobody can sound ironic or insincere while singing Go Tell It On The Mountain. It just isn't done, you guys.
Go Tell It On The Mountain // Branches
[The rather unexpected whoa-oh-oh breakdown is what really makes this version for me. Branches are giving away their Christmas EP for free over at Noisetrade so you know what to do.]
Once In Royal David's City // Sufjan Stevens
It's Christmas So We'll Stop // Frightened Rabbit
[This isn't so much a song about Christmas as it is a song about a relationship falling to pieces while Christmas happens all around them. It's profoundly miserable, but in a good way. ]
O Holy Night // Cary Brothers
The First Noel // So Elated
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen // Bright Eyes
I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day // The Civil Wars
Blue Christmas // Sharon Van Etten
Little Drummer Boy // Nicole Atkins
O Come O Come Emmanuel // The Punch Brothers
I Wish It Was Christmas Today // Julian Casablancas
Baby It's Cold Outside // She & Him
[An interesting gender-swapped take on the creepiest Christmas carol of them all.]
Early Christmas Present // Kate Nash
Twinkle // JD McPherson
12 Days Of Christmas [live Peel session] // Belle & Sebastian
[For no other reason than the fact that it charms me to pieces hearing half the band dissolve into giggles trying to keep up with the lyrics and the ridiculous accompanying sound effects. Warm fuzzies at their warmest and fuzziest.]
And if you don't particularly give a crap about the season of giving, no worries. I've got you covered too.
Enjoy the music, everyone! The Hottest Man On The Planet Richard Armitage wishes you the best of the season, and reminds you to treat yourself to an early Christmas present when The Hobbit is released in cinemas later this week.
Would it be too much to ask for an Armitage in my stocking this year? It would? How about in my pan- no let's not finish that sentence.
Yet.
Anyway, I'd like to share a small selection of the Christmas jams that put a smile on my face for about a month in every year. Most of the featured artists are non-mainstream, but I don't care how alt-indie-extra-super-underground-obscure your band is, nobody can sound ironic or insincere while singing Go Tell It On The Mountain. It just isn't done, you guys.
Go Tell It On The Mountain // Branches
[The rather unexpected whoa-oh-oh breakdown is what really makes this version for me. Branches are giving away their Christmas EP for free over at Noisetrade so you know what to do.]
Once In Royal David's City // Sufjan Stevens
It's Christmas So We'll Stop // Frightened Rabbit
[This isn't so much a song about Christmas as it is a song about a relationship falling to pieces while Christmas happens all around them. It's profoundly miserable, but in a good way. ]
O Holy Night // Cary Brothers
The First Noel // So Elated
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen // Bright Eyes
I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day // The Civil Wars
Blue Christmas // Sharon Van Etten
Little Drummer Boy // Nicole Atkins
O Come O Come Emmanuel // The Punch Brothers
I Wish It Was Christmas Today // Julian Casablancas
Baby It's Cold Outside // She & Him
[An interesting gender-swapped take on the creepiest Christmas carol of them all.]
Early Christmas Present // Kate Nash
Twinkle // JD McPherson
12 Days Of Christmas [live Peel session] // Belle & Sebastian
[For no other reason than the fact that it charms me to pieces hearing half the band dissolve into giggles trying to keep up with the lyrics and the ridiculous accompanying sound effects. Warm fuzzies at their warmest and fuzziest.]
And if you don't particularly give a crap about the season of giving, no worries. I've got you covered too.
Enjoy the music, everyone! The Hottest Man On The Planet Richard Armitage wishes you the best of the season, and reminds you to treat yourself to an early Christmas present when The Hobbit is released in cinemas later this week.
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Yet.
Monday, September 03, 2012
Jams For Your Ears, From Me To You.
I think I must be getting old - keeping up with new bands and albums is nowhere near as much of a priority as it was four or five years ago. Back then, I'd reserve at least 2 hours every day after school to trawl through my favourite music blogs, sampling every mp3 in sight and making mental notes to check out at least five to ten new records per week. Today, when I am faced with a link that proclaims "BAND X'S NEW ALBUM IS STREAMING ON X SITE RIGHT NOW OMG SO EXCITING GO CHECK IT OUT!!!!", my response is more along the lines of "oh man do I have to?". And then I go listen to a mixed CD someone made for me six years ago, and wallow in my tragic unhipness.
So this isn't really going to be a favourite albums of 2012 (so far) sort of post, because heaven knows I haven't listened to nearly enough new music this year to qualify making a list like that. Instead, this is a quick and dirty round up of all the wonderful sounds that have managed to make room for themselves in my music library over the last 8 months. I apologize in advance for the lack of sonic diversity (seriously, my kink for white-guy-plays-guitar-and-sometimes-banjo is painfully obvious) but hopefully someone finds something they like here. Have at it!
1. Various things by Tyler Lyle
This guy's music is utterly lush and summery and a wonderfully bittersweet, and EVERYONE should do themselves a favour and listen to him. This song in particular is probably my most-played jam of the year, because FLUTES. Just when you think you're familiar with the standard cutesy indie folk instrumentation of today (ukulele, glockenspiel, horns), Tyler Lyle breaks out the FLUTES, and you were totally not expecting that, were you? As odd as it may sound to have flutes in the mix, the addition is just right ; subtle yet catchy and strangely haunting. FLUTES, man. Tyler Lyle 1 - Everybody Else 0. While you're getting to know Mr. Lyle, do also grab his name-your-price set of live recordings, and don't forget his gorgeous set at Fuel/Friends Chapel Sessions.
2. Roll The Bones by Shakey Graves
Banjo. Hand claps. That should be enough to sell this to anyone, unless of course banjo and hand claps aren't really your thing (in which case I simply must ask you WHO ATE YOUR SOUL??). Shakey Graves, or Alejandro Rose-Garcia as he is known to his mother, makes wonderfully minimalistic fuzzy folk songs, complete with requisite lyrical imagery of roads and dust and alcohol and death, both literal and figurative. There's something very lonely and yearning about these songs, and I'm quite partial to listening to his stuff in the dead of night when everyone else in the house is asleep.
3. Every Kingdom by Ben Howard
So I don't understand the waves of adoration everyone seems to have for this Ed Sheeran guy at the moment, and I cannot get into that song of his that's on the radio all the time, because of that one lyric about how someone's face or whatever is "crumbling like pastries". I understand that is a simile, but seriously, what is that? It bugs me so much, and the line itself is so jarring that I can't get into the rest of the song. But it's okay, because instead of Ed Sheeran, I have the also-British and very young Ben Howard, who does not compare people's facial expressions to crumbling pastries in his songs. You ruined it Ed Sheeran. Blew it. It's gone. I'm with Ben. Ben's music is smart and lovely and much more dynamic and rich and velvety. His similes are also much classier and do not involve comparisons with disintegrating baked goods. What the hell Ed Sheeran.
4. The entire discography of Joe Pug
How have I not heard of this guy before? How does he not have a much wider and way more devoted fanbase? How has he not yet won ALL THE AWARDS EVER? In a musical landscape full to the brim of young men wielding acoustic guitars and singing poetic folksy lyrics and oozing Americana from their pores, Joe Pug is a godsend. Joe Pug is the real deal. Joe Pug is the boss. Joe Pug is a revelation. Of course, I am nowhere close to actually being American so you probably shouldn't consider me an authority on American folk music. But just trust me on this one. Go listen to everything this man has done to date (that's one EP and three studio albums) and then come back and thank me. Go on. There are the Joe Pug worshippers, and then there are the people who simply haven't heard him yet.
5. The Creek Drank The Cradle by Iron & Wine
Yes, this album is almost a decade old, but I was always intimidated by what I thought was Sam Beam's ENORMOUS body of work, and somehow or other I just decided to leave The Creek Drank The Cradle on the sidelines for a few years. Imagine the delight and frustration when I finally gave it a spin and realized that this album contains my favourite flavour of Iron & Wine - fuzzy, minimal, and often utterly miserable. I couldn't stop replaying Upward Over The Mountain for about three days, and some extensive googling revealed that this track is quite popular in the fan video-making community for the Supernatural fandom. Cue all the fraternal Winchester feelings.
6. Dead Man's Bones by Dead Man's Bones
Like seemingly every other sentient being on the planet, I too, have the hots for Ryan Gosling. So why did I never bother checking out his musical project until very recently? Probably because I was afraid it would be utterly crap, or entirely self-indulgent. Or worse, painfully underwhelming and forgettable. Well, it's not. It's not the stuff of musical genius, but it's not shit either. And it's actually more than palatable. My favourite thing about it all though, is the very smart utilization of a children's choir in nearly every track, which adds a deliciously creepy atmosphere to the record. Well played, Baby Goose. I still want to bang you after all that.
7. I Predict A Graceful Expulsion by Cold Specks
Cold Specks is the stage name for Al Spx, a Canadian songwriter based in London. I am not entirely sure how to classify her music (the "doom soul" tag gets thrown around a lot) but I can tell you that everything about her and what she does is beyond gorgeous, and don't even get me started on that voice. I want that voice. It is magnificent and soulful and rough around the edges, and seems to go right through you, into your bones. What a lady, and what a hell of a debut album you guys.
8. A Larum and Kentucky Pill by Johnny Flynn & The Sussex Wit
Johnny Flynn. Songwriter. Model. Poet. Shakespearean actor. Professional pretty person. He is a frequent collaborator with Mumford & Sons and Laura Marling (he even dated some of them in the past, or maybe just Laura, I'm not too sure) and a member of the general folky revival among 20-something musicians in London. While the Mumfords' brand of folk is very much influenced by bluegrass and Steinbeck and the great American Midwest, Johnny Flynn's folk is stubbornly, undeniably English. A lot of that probably has to do with his accent, but there is also the very Shakespearean tone of his (gorgeous, wonderful, literary analysis-worthy) lyrics. I should also probably add that as much as I love Mumford & Sons, this guy is a hell of a better songwriter. To call him the boy version of Laura Marling is perhaps too simplistic and even offensive to the insane talent of both people, but if you enjoy Laura Marling's stuff, you'll definitely find something to like about Johnny Flynn. (As an aside, the 2:40 minute mark of the track embedded above is probably one of my favourite instrumental breakdowns of forever).
9. The Lion's Roar by First Aid Kit
I adore these girls to pieces. Swedish sisters Klara and Johanna Soderberg have voices that sound like they came from women far older than their years, and songs that sound like they were written by people who lived lives much longer than theirs. They are shameless about the influences that American folk and country music has had on them, and it shows in every song, in the best way possible. Their second album is a monumental improvement on their debut record (which was already pretty damn great), and they are barely into their 20s. The most beautiful songs they will ever write are still in the future, and I hope they stick around for a long, long, long time. Seriously Sweden, you can stop seducing me now. I've been yours since the first time I ever had those meatballs at Ikea.
10. Hadestown by Anais Mitchell
This is another case of "where the hell has this been my entire life?". Hadestown is a concept album in the style of a "folk opera" based on the ancient Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, where Orpheus loses the love of his life to Death, and must travel to the underworld to reclaim her soul. Is this not the most brilliant thing? The album features a "cast" of vocalists who all play different parts in the myth, e.g Justin Vernon as Orpheus, Ani DiFranco as Persephone and Greg Brown as Hades. It is a swooping feat of 20 songs, dozens of voice parts, styles, and genres, and it's frankly staggering that all of it actually comes together and works as brilliantly as it does. This record is stunning both in concept and execution, and everyone else should just quit or something. Just quit.
Bonus Scottishness
The Speyside Sessions by A Bunch Of Scottish People Including That Redheaded Guy Who Was On Grey's Anatomy For A Bit
This is seriously the best thing ever - a collection of Scottish folk songs recorded by actual Scottish musicians who may or may not have been pretty drunk the whole time. The Speyside musicians recommend that you settle down and listen to these jams with a good whiskey by your side. Aye!
So this isn't really going to be a favourite albums of 2012 (so far) sort of post, because heaven knows I haven't listened to nearly enough new music this year to qualify making a list like that. Instead, this is a quick and dirty round up of all the wonderful sounds that have managed to make room for themselves in my music library over the last 8 months. I apologize in advance for the lack of sonic diversity (seriously, my kink for white-guy-plays-guitar-and-sometimes-banjo is painfully obvious) but hopefully someone finds something they like here. Have at it!
1. Various things by Tyler Lyle
This guy's music is utterly lush and summery and a wonderfully bittersweet, and EVERYONE should do themselves a favour and listen to him. This song in particular is probably my most-played jam of the year, because FLUTES. Just when you think you're familiar with the standard cutesy indie folk instrumentation of today (ukulele, glockenspiel, horns), Tyler Lyle breaks out the FLUTES, and you were totally not expecting that, were you? As odd as it may sound to have flutes in the mix, the addition is just right ; subtle yet catchy and strangely haunting. FLUTES, man. Tyler Lyle 1 - Everybody Else 0. While you're getting to know Mr. Lyle, do also grab his name-your-price set of live recordings, and don't forget his gorgeous set at Fuel/Friends Chapel Sessions.
2. Roll The Bones by Shakey Graves
Banjo. Hand claps. That should be enough to sell this to anyone, unless of course banjo and hand claps aren't really your thing (in which case I simply must ask you WHO ATE YOUR SOUL??). Shakey Graves, or Alejandro Rose-Garcia as he is known to his mother, makes wonderfully minimalistic fuzzy folk songs, complete with requisite lyrical imagery of roads and dust and alcohol and death, both literal and figurative. There's something very lonely and yearning about these songs, and I'm quite partial to listening to his stuff in the dead of night when everyone else in the house is asleep.
3. Every Kingdom by Ben Howard
So I don't understand the waves of adoration everyone seems to have for this Ed Sheeran guy at the moment, and I cannot get into that song of his that's on the radio all the time, because of that one lyric about how someone's face or whatever is "crumbling like pastries". I understand that is a simile, but seriously, what is that? It bugs me so much, and the line itself is so jarring that I can't get into the rest of the song. But it's okay, because instead of Ed Sheeran, I have the also-British and very young Ben Howard, who does not compare people's facial expressions to crumbling pastries in his songs. You ruined it Ed Sheeran. Blew it. It's gone. I'm with Ben. Ben's music is smart and lovely and much more dynamic and rich and velvety. His similes are also much classier and do not involve comparisons with disintegrating baked goods. What the hell Ed Sheeran.
4. The entire discography of Joe Pug
How have I not heard of this guy before? How does he not have a much wider and way more devoted fanbase? How has he not yet won ALL THE AWARDS EVER? In a musical landscape full to the brim of young men wielding acoustic guitars and singing poetic folksy lyrics and oozing Americana from their pores, Joe Pug is a godsend. Joe Pug is the real deal. Joe Pug is the boss. Joe Pug is a revelation. Of course, I am nowhere close to actually being American so you probably shouldn't consider me an authority on American folk music. But just trust me on this one. Go listen to everything this man has done to date (that's one EP and three studio albums) and then come back and thank me. Go on. There are the Joe Pug worshippers, and then there are the people who simply haven't heard him yet.
5. The Creek Drank The Cradle by Iron & Wine
Yes, this album is almost a decade old, but I was always intimidated by what I thought was Sam Beam's ENORMOUS body of work, and somehow or other I just decided to leave The Creek Drank The Cradle on the sidelines for a few years. Imagine the delight and frustration when I finally gave it a spin and realized that this album contains my favourite flavour of Iron & Wine - fuzzy, minimal, and often utterly miserable. I couldn't stop replaying Upward Over The Mountain for about three days, and some extensive googling revealed that this track is quite popular in the fan video-making community for the Supernatural fandom. Cue all the fraternal Winchester feelings.
6. Dead Man's Bones by Dead Man's Bones
Like seemingly every other sentient being on the planet, I too, have the hots for Ryan Gosling. So why did I never bother checking out his musical project until very recently? Probably because I was afraid it would be utterly crap, or entirely self-indulgent. Or worse, painfully underwhelming and forgettable. Well, it's not. It's not the stuff of musical genius, but it's not shit either. And it's actually more than palatable. My favourite thing about it all though, is the very smart utilization of a children's choir in nearly every track, which adds a deliciously creepy atmosphere to the record. Well played, Baby Goose. I still want to bang you after all that.
7. I Predict A Graceful Expulsion by Cold Specks
Cold Specks is the stage name for Al Spx, a Canadian songwriter based in London. I am not entirely sure how to classify her music (the "doom soul" tag gets thrown around a lot) but I can tell you that everything about her and what she does is beyond gorgeous, and don't even get me started on that voice. I want that voice. It is magnificent and soulful and rough around the edges, and seems to go right through you, into your bones. What a lady, and what a hell of a debut album you guys.
8. A Larum and Kentucky Pill by Johnny Flynn & The Sussex Wit
Johnny Flynn. Songwriter. Model. Poet. Shakespearean actor. Professional pretty person. He is a frequent collaborator with Mumford & Sons and Laura Marling (he even dated some of them in the past, or maybe just Laura, I'm not too sure) and a member of the general folky revival among 20-something musicians in London. While the Mumfords' brand of folk is very much influenced by bluegrass and Steinbeck and the great American Midwest, Johnny Flynn's folk is stubbornly, undeniably English. A lot of that probably has to do with his accent, but there is also the very Shakespearean tone of his (gorgeous, wonderful, literary analysis-worthy) lyrics. I should also probably add that as much as I love Mumford & Sons, this guy is a hell of a better songwriter. To call him the boy version of Laura Marling is perhaps too simplistic and even offensive to the insane talent of both people, but if you enjoy Laura Marling's stuff, you'll definitely find something to like about Johnny Flynn. (As an aside, the 2:40 minute mark of the track embedded above is probably one of my favourite instrumental breakdowns of forever).
9. The Lion's Roar by First Aid Kit
I adore these girls to pieces. Swedish sisters Klara and Johanna Soderberg have voices that sound like they came from women far older than their years, and songs that sound like they were written by people who lived lives much longer than theirs. They are shameless about the influences that American folk and country music has had on them, and it shows in every song, in the best way possible. Their second album is a monumental improvement on their debut record (which was already pretty damn great), and they are barely into their 20s. The most beautiful songs they will ever write are still in the future, and I hope they stick around for a long, long, long time. Seriously Sweden, you can stop seducing me now. I've been yours since the first time I ever had those meatballs at Ikea.
10. Hadestown by Anais Mitchell
This is another case of "where the hell has this been my entire life?". Hadestown is a concept album in the style of a "folk opera" based on the ancient Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, where Orpheus loses the love of his life to Death, and must travel to the underworld to reclaim her soul. Is this not the most brilliant thing? The album features a "cast" of vocalists who all play different parts in the myth, e.g Justin Vernon as Orpheus, Ani DiFranco as Persephone and Greg Brown as Hades. It is a swooping feat of 20 songs, dozens of voice parts, styles, and genres, and it's frankly staggering that all of it actually comes together and works as brilliantly as it does. This record is stunning both in concept and execution, and everyone else should just quit or something. Just quit.
Bonus Scottishness
The Speyside Sessions by A Bunch Of Scottish People Including That Redheaded Guy Who Was On Grey's Anatomy For A Bit
This is seriously the best thing ever - a collection of Scottish folk songs recorded by actual Scottish musicians who may or may not have been pretty drunk the whole time. The Speyside musicians recommend that you settle down and listen to these jams with a good whiskey by your side. Aye!
Monday, April 02, 2012
"When They Love Me And They Will, I'll Tell Them All They're Loving Your Shadow"
So. Good.
After the last few months of musically imbibing nothing but melancholy banjo-inflected folk music, this type of loud, fuzzed-up, relentless, Springsteenesque anthemic rock is exactly what I didn't know I needed. It makes me feel like going out and running a marathon, or climbing a mountain, or finally getting those double ear piercings, or finish reading War & Peace in one setting, or taking a hammer to a watermelon until it's nothing but delicious red pulp, or something. Anything that will fiercely and boldly affirm the reality of my existence (and yes, reading Tolstoy is fierce). Plus I am a complete and total sucker for lyrics about cities and skylines and flesh and blood and life and death.
Hey Japandroids? Nice to meet you, dudebros. Consider me a worshipper.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
BAP's 25 Favourite Songs and Albums of 2011
This year, I've decided to take a leaf out of Allison's list-making book, and compile a collection of not only my favourite albums, but also the songs I love best from those records, and why they are special to me. It's been an odd year for albums, personally ; I found myself gravitating and growing more attached to individual tracks, as opposed to full records. All the same, the songs listed below pretty much correspond to the albums I enjoyed the most over the year (and perhaps all too predictably, Bon Iver is somewhere in there). You can check out my mid-year best albums list over here.
BAP's 25 Favourite Songs and Albums [And Some EPs] of 2011, In No Particular Order, But At Least All of These Were Actually Released in 2011, And There Are Pretty Pictures, So That Totally Merits Some Plus Points For Effort.
* all song titles link to a Youtube video. I trust you guys to be a bunch of Internet-savvy mofos, but if you run into any trouble tracking down a song or a band, let me know and I'll do what I can to help.
1. James Blake [James Blake] // The Wilhelm Scream
James Blake and his ridiculously sexy voice are responsible for making some seriously sexy music. This song in particular is a perfect example of that ; odd, repetitive blocks of sonic loops, plenty of bleeps and bloops that sound like they're coming from under the ocean or something, and with the same three or four lines of lyrics being repeated over and over and over again ( I don't know about my dreams/I don't know about my dreaming anymore/All that I know is that I'm falling, falling, falling, falling/Might as well fall) until they start to feel like a mantra you've always known but only remember when Mr. Blake sings them to you. It's stunningly hypnotic, surprisingly comforting, and I for one would be happy if this song just never ended. Ever.
2. Kurt Vile [Smoke Ring For My Halo] // Runner Ups
Every review I've read of Kurt Vile's 2011 release makes some mention of his music being the epitome of slacker folk , almost as if "Bob Dylan had gone shoegaze". Vile himself makes a self-deprecating reference to with this line from Runner Ups: "When I walk in, my head is practically dragging". Don't be fooled though ; music this intricate and meditative takes a great deal of love and care and attention to detail, and it shows through in songs like this one. Every pick of the guitar sounds achingly, clearly gorgeous, and there are some terrific lyrics in there, masked by a voice that sounds, on occasion, like a zoned-out drone. This album takes some work to really get into, but is ultimately one of my most rewarding listens of the year.
3. Of Monsters And Men [My Head Is An Animal] // Six Weeks
Credit goes to Allison of Flying Buttresses for alerting me to the existence of this delightful folk-rock act from Iceland. My familiarity with Icelandic music starts with Sigur ros and ends with Bjork, so it was a nice surprise to discover that these guys sound more like the joyfully feral godchildren of Arcade Fire. The guitars in Six Weeks are exuberant, the communal refrains and choruses are emphatic and ferociously life-affirming. The 2:23 mark in particular makes me feel like I should be running barefoot across a glacial Icelandic landscape with Icelandic wind in my hair and this song playing on full-ass volume in the background and shit. It's impossible to be unhappy when you're listening to this. Impossible, I say.
4. The Rural Alberta Advantage [Departing] // Barnes' Yard
I knew from the first time I gave this album a digital spin that Barnes' Yard would end up being my favourite track at the end of the year. Clocking in at barely two and a half minutes, it deals with all the band's usual themes of hometowns and parents and lovers and highways and escaping. Add that to the jangly, up-tempo beat and this knockout of a couplet (We're broken down lovers at the side of the road/We're broken down lovers in the city of oil) and I am a complete and total goner for this song, this album, and this whole entire band. If you can hear me all the way in Rural Alberta, I LOVE YOU GUISE.
5. Typhoon [A New Kind Of House EP] // Summer Home
First of all, Kyle Morton's voice is so clear and so lush that makes me want to cry just thinking about it. If I could, I would totally hire him as my personal lullaby singer. When he sings, it hurts. I don't know where that ache comes from, but this guy brings it. Typhoon's songs deal largely with death, sin, mortality and humanity, and they still manage to work as many handclaps, trumpets and sing-along choruses into the mix as they possibly can. And for a band with 12 musicians in it (there are only 10 in the picture above - it's really hard to keep track) they do a hell of a job at sounding larger than life, using mainly acoustic instruments. Summer Home takes its time getting started, but by the time Kyle's voice kicks in, you know you're in for a treat. And when he quiveringly inquires "Can we hold out for summer again?" it's pretty much all I can do not to want to fall at his feet and be all, "Dude, Kyle, I would wait a THOUSAND summers if that's what you really want". These guys are something special, and I can't wait to hear what comes next.
6. David Wax Museum [Everything Is Saved] // Yes, Maria, Yes
These guys were in my mid-year best of list, and here's what I said about them back then : "Irresistibly infectious countrified folk rock with large doses of Mexican influences and enough handclaps to make anyone giddy. Also they use a donkey's jawbone as part of their percussion because that's not creepy at all."
I am glad to say I don't love them any less than I did in June. As for what makes Yes Maria Yes my favourite of the bunch, let's just put it this way : handclaps + accordion. Also it's hard not to love a band that throws some delicious phonetic wordplay at you now and then (I talktalktalk you don't listen/ I talktalktalk you don't listen).
7. M83 [Hurry Up, We're Dreaming] // Steve McQueen
The major flaw first : as Beckeye has pointed out in her own list, Hurry Up We're Dreaming really does not need to be a double album. There is only so much swirling synth and ethereal vocal harmony that one mortal listener can stomach. Taken in small doses though, there are some seriously standout tracks on this record. My initial favourite was the saxophone-filled goodness of Midnight City, but Steve McQueen started growing on me more with every listen. I would have never imagined describing a song built almost entirely on synths and keyboards and an 80s sound template to be EPIC, but that is exactly what this song is. It's HUGE ; the drums are thunderous, the keyboards and synths swirl and explode like they are their own cosmic event, the lyrics are grandiose as all hell. I am not much of a fan of electronica, but when I meet an album and a song as transcendent as this, I really just have to swallow my prejudices, sit back, and enjoy the experience.
8. The Lonely Wild [Dead End EP] // Dead End
This song in particular is a boy/girl harmony combo, which doesn't have much room on my musical taste template. But these two sound like they were pretty much born to sing together, and with no one else, and it's hard not to melt just a little. The melody is gorgeous, the guitar riff is stunning, the harmonies are of course perfect beyond all fault, and there is just the right amount of aching steel guitar working away in the background. Understated, classy, and just plain beautiful. Also, yes, lead singer dude is fairly easy on the eye. Not that physical appearance matters when it comes down to good music, but a pretty guy with a pretty voice singing pretty songs never hurt anybody, I say. Pretty on, Lonely Wild dude.
9. Fleet Foxes [Helplessness Blues] // Helplessness Blues
I'm probably in the minority when I say I enjoyed the Fleet Foxes' debut more than this release, but Helplessness Blues (the track) is right up there on my list of favourite songs...of forever, maybe. Again, the harmonies are killer. The acoustic guitar is positively jubilant and almost on the verge of snapping under the weight and intensity of Robin Pecknold's existential crisis. If you were to ask me to pick a snippet of my favourite lyrics from this one, I would not be able to do it ; every word and every turn of phrase is perfection.
10. James Vincent McMorrow [Early In The Morning] // We Don't Eat
Bon Iver comparisons have been inevitable and relentless for Irishman Mr. McMorrow, who also shut himself away in a woodland cabin to compose songs of heartbreak, in isolation. But where Bon Iver's debut initially did nothing but put me to sleep, James' lush, soulful voice and gorgeous instrumentation caught my attention immediately. This is just pretty, you guys. Woodland cabin aside, the only thing this man has in common with Justin Vernon is that falsetto, and a healthy amount of folk-beard. We Don't Eat is a slow-burner of gently growing gorgeousness and building strings and subtle harmonies, topped with one of my favourite choruses of the year : "We don't eat until your father's at the table/We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust". This man needs more love, and you can start right here, right now.
11. Arctic Monkeys [Suck It And See]// Suck It And See
It was a joy and a pleasure to see 2011 provide a return to my favourite flavour of Monkeys. These guys can rock out just as hard as the hipsterest of them, but to me they are at the top of their game when they're sweet, melodious, funny, tender, when they bring in the irresistible hooks, and when Alex Turner's remarkably witty, pithy and downright adorable lyrical prowess is given the chance to shine ( You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock/And those other girls are just post-mix lemonade). I've said before that the title track is probably the most gorgeous thing Turner and co. have ever recorded to date, and this sentiment still holds true now, at the end of the year.
This is an album I have been steadily falling (and remaining) in love with throughout 2011, and there is absolutely no sign that my affection for this set of 12 songs is going to fade any time soon. If I had arranged this list by rank, Suck It And See would be number one, without a shadow of a doubt. It was too much trouble sorting out numbers 2 to 25 though, so you'll have to settle for this.
O Arctic Monkeys, we've come such a long way since those dark days when I shunned you because of your accents, and then again because of the widely-maligned Humbug. Forgive me my youthful follies, and let us promise to never ever ever break up ever again.
12. Zola Jesus [Conatus] // Vessel
Zola Jesus is the 22-year old (there we go again with the talented young people making me feel inadequate) Russian-American songwriter Nika Roza Danilova. Mixing large amounts of electronica with some sort of goth-opera to taste, Vessel is a wide, sparse and very dark sonic landscape of synths, ghostly electronic bloops and creaks, and chillingly chopped up vocals. Other songs on the album provide dashes of piano and even strings, but the end product is always minimalistic, almost but-not-quite to the point of being skeletal. Conatus is not an easy listen, but it's always hauntingly beautiful in its own creepy way, and more importantly, never boring.
13. Patrick Wolf [Brumalia EP] // Pelicans
Here's the thing ; I did not enjoy Patrick's 2011 full-length release, Lupercalia. I did like some parts of it, and as an indie pop product it wasn't horrible. But Patrick Wolf was happy, content and perfectly joyous when he wrote the songs on that album, and while I am happy that Patrick is happy, Lupercalia ended up being far, far, far less interesting, mysterious and enthralling than his usual work, and it was chock-full of the most sugary-sweet romantic sentiments, and lyrics so generic I had to stop myself physically cringing at times. The Magic Position was also an extremely pop-based album, but at least that contained more than enough sinister tones and subject matter to make sure the songs never came close to becoming trite. Lupercalia was a crushing disappointment.
I still worship the man, but fortunately Brumalia came along to appease me. The handful of songs it carries contains enough darkness, strings, multiple-Patrick harmonies and distorted, chopped-up electronica to make them sound like they could have very easily fit into Patrick's two earliest (and my personal favourite) albums, Lycanthropy and Wind in the Wires. The guy is allowed to make happy music if he wants to, but this EP pretty much solidified the fact that I like my Patrick Wolf darker, angstier, bloodier and way more melodramatic.
14. WU LYF [Go Tell Fire To The Mountain] // Heavy Pop
It was quite a task picking one standout track from an album full of cathartic, euphoric anthems, but Heavy Pop wins out in the end. WU LYF (or World Unite! Lucifer Youth Foundation - yeah I have no idea why either. Pretentious assholes). WU LYF are a bit of an acquired taste in the sense that lead singer Ellery Roberts' voice never evolves beyond a full-throated, animalistic roar most of the time. Depending on where you're coming from, that either means he can't be arsed to enunciate properly, or that the songs are meant to communicate such a primal level of emotion and pure, hands-in-the-air euphoria that it will never matter what the lyrics are, anyway. I particularly like Consequence of Sound's description of his vocal stylings : "Ellery James Roberts, lead singer of WU LYF, talks in the same voice he sings in, which is a cross between Tibetan monk throat singers and a 20-something Tom Waits". If this seems appealing to you, dig right in!
Like M83, these guys have more than earned the label EPIC - the album was even recorded in a church. Heavy Pop is probably the epitome of what these guys do best ; every song has that soaring guitar, those EARTH-SHATTERING drums, Ellery Roberts' frantic yowling (the only thing you'll be able to make out is "I wanna feel at home" ), and the organ music, which gives a lovely cathedral-esque, larger than life atmosphere. The track takes it time getting warmed up, and by the time that distant harmonica introduces itself at around the 2-minute mark, and the EARTH-SHATTERING drums kick in, you're probably starry-eyed and completely, shamelessly sold (if you're anything like me, that is). Check out a terrific Blogotheque version of the track over here.
15. The Cave Singers [No Witch] // No Prosecution If We Bail
Folk-rock has never sounded so badass. Like our friend the divisive Ellery Roberts, The Cave Singers are also fronted by a singer with a feral, yowly voice, but to this guy's credit, he actually enunciates more. He can also sound, by turns, tender, nostalgic, and like on this track I've chosen, pretty much ready to kick your teeth in, effortlessly transitioning between yelping, growling, and his normal register. I am still not sure what exactly he's singing about, but this song is rowdy, dirty fun, and hell, even a little sexy.
16. Foster The People [Torches] // Helena Beat
Like most people, my first introduction to Foster The People was the chilled-out, bass-alicious sounds of Pumped Up Kicks. After listening to the full album a few times, however, I realized that judging Foster and co. by that one breakout track was not only unfair to the dudes, but also not an accurate representation of what these guys actually sound like. Tracks like Helena Beat, Houdini and Call It What You Want totally (and unexpectedly, for me) blow Kicks right out of the proverbial water. They're not mindblowingly original and are unlikely to be hailed as groundbreaking pioneers of electronica or indie pop (they totally win my award for CUTEST BAND EVER though, giggle giggle), but they're fun, they're catchy, and they're refreshing. Call them MGMT-lite if you will, but sometimes all you need is something to dance to. I'm super excited to be seeing them live in about a couple weeks' time. If you're reading this and you're going to be in the KL area in the second week of January, what are you waiting for? GO GET TICKETS before that shit's sold out!
17. Frightened Rabbit [A Frightened Rabbit EP] // Scottish Winds
It may seem a bit like cheating to have a tiny little 3-song EP on a best albums list, but everything Frightened Rabbit does is flawless. FLAWLESS. If they had released nothing this year save for a sample of a three-chord progression, it would have probably made this list, and perhaps even topped it. What I have for these guys is mad mad love, kay? The three songs on this release are typical mist-and-rain drenched Scottish misery, with the usual lush instrumentation, and Scott Hutchison's melancholy brogue seemingly wrenching every word from the depths of his talented, long-suffering guts. Scottish Winds in particular wins for having some of the most gorgeous lyrics I have had the pleasure of hearing in 2011, and for making me feel more patriotic than any national anthem I have ever come across, including Italy's. And the Italian anthem is pretty damned stirring and all, so you know I mean business.
"Come burl around my body Scottish blood
I'll try not to spill a drop, I'm sure you've spilled enough
And the English fucking rule will mean nothing to these towns
Run forever in my veins bold Scottish blood"
18. Beirut [The Rip Tide] // Goshen
If I could, I would also totally hire Zach Condon to be my personal lullaby singer. It's like every sound that comes out of this guy's mouth is designed to make me melt. I love the stripped-down, minimal approach he has taken with The Rip Tide, which showcases the gorgeous gorgeous melodies, and Zach's even more gorgeous voice. Like East Harlem, Goshen centres around the same verses and chorus being repeated over slowly-building harmonies and drums and (for once, understated) trumpets. By the time this song has hit the 2-minute mark, I am already a puddle of gooey happy on the floor.
19. Florence + The Machine [Ceremonials] // What The Water Gave Me
Florence's second album is even more bombastic, grandiose and massive than her first, which is a feat I did not think she was capable of accomplishing. Her songs rarely go into subject matter more profound than boys and falling in love and breaking up, but all these are akin to cosmic events in Miss Welch's emotional spectrum, and the songs reveal this. The hooks are massive, the string section is filled to overflowing, the drums are thunderous and tribal, and her voice still soars over it all like some fiery-haired avenging angel.
Despite this, my favourite track off the album is the one with the most restraint, the most control, and as a result the most sophistication in songwriting and production. This is dark, sexy, compelling stuff. And unlike her usual dynamics of LOUD-soft-LOUDER-soft-LOUDEST, this track actually builds upon itself with a purpose and a tension, before finally breaking out into that crazy final section of crashing drums and harp and electric guitar. As much as I love Florence when she is loud and unabashed and excessive, What The Water Gave Me is a testament to how good she can be when she holds back. Time to take some pointers from yourself, girlfriend.
20. Frank Turner [England Keep My Bones] // Glory Hallelujah
Ever since I first met Frank Turner in a mixed CD sent to me by the always awesome Badtempered Zombie, I was unreasonably convinced that the guy was Canadian. Imagine my surprise when I finally found out that he is very English, and that his most recent album is a glorious meditation on Shakespeare,mortality and the very essence of Englishness. Glory Hallelujah, although probably not the best track on this album, is my favourite nonetheless ; it reminds me of everything I have learned to love about Mr. Turner. In four and a half minutes, and with the simplest of lyrics, he manages to defy God, divine intervention and organized religion, which may sound like atheist propaganda. But this track does more; it celebrates everything large and small about the beauty and freedom and joy of simple human existence, and on top of that he's got us clapping our hands and tapping our feet. Regardless of your opinions on God, this is just a great jam, you guys. And for a guy who spends so much time singing about death, Frank Turner makes some of the most life-affirming music I have ever heard in my still-young life.
21. Lykke Li [Wounded Rhymes] // Love Out Of Lust
Lykke Li's debut album was far too cutesy and precious for me to get into, so I truly welcomed the change in her sound this year. The new Lykke is edgy, angry, intense. Her voice is used to its full depth and volume, and what a voice it is. The tracks blend everything from synths to booming tribal drums to 60s girl group vocal stylings, and Lykke herself is by turns aggressively sexual and tenderly vulnerable. She is sassy and sensual on Get Some, where even her seduction sounds more like a death threat. But is when she gets melancholy and soft that she appeals to me the most ; Love Out Of Lust is gorgeous - the pounding drums are still there, but there is a longing, haunted quality to every instrument, down to that high-pitched, soaring whistle-thing that comes in during the chorus. "We will live longer than I will/We will be better than I was/We can cross rivers with our will/We can do better than I can". Badass Lykke Li is amazing, but this song is the most vulnerable and open she allows herself to become, and I can't help but love her all the more for it.
22. Ezra Furman & The Harpoons [Mysterious Power] // Teenage Wasteland
It's probably a bit much for a bunch of guys well out of college to keep singing about rebellious teenage apathy, but Ezra and his Harpoons do such a damn fine job of it, it's really hard to fault them. They are able to perfectly and hilariously articulate every angst-filled concern anyone has ever felt about their identity and place in the world (and failed relationships, for good measure) during the years of teenage-hood and the early twenties, and then couple that with noisy, raucous, harmonica-driven punkish rock that sonically encapsulates all the frustration and restlessness of that period of life. These guys make existential dilemmas FUN, and frankly I never want them to stop, because who knows what they've got in store for the mid-life crisis albums.
23. Bon Iver [Bon Iver, Bon Iver] // Holocene
Bon Iver and a kitty!
This album is still taking its time to grow on me, but I much prefer the more electric-based Bon Iver to the acoustic leanings of his debut which - and I have said this many times over many posts - initially succeeded only in putting me to sleep every time I tried to give it a shot. I've learned to appreciate the Justin Vernon vibe since then, but having said that, it's the single, almost 100% acoustic track Holocene that won me over. It's just a flat-out beautiful song in every way, and even the music video was filmed in Iceland. You don't get much prettier than Iceland, I tell you.
24. Lia Ices [Grown Unknown] // Daphne (featuring Justin Vernon)
Lia Ices' (which is evidently not her real name ; I should Google this shit) album is full of floaty, dreamy, string-drenched and handclap-adorned forest-esque folk. Tracks like the Bon Iver-supported and approved Daphne, and Ice Wine make me feel like I am being serenaded by a wood nymph or something. Every instrument has this air of ethereal sorrow about it, and it says a great deal that I find her voice the most beautiful and moving when she isn't singing words at all ; check out the 2:00 minute mark on Daphne and justify my feelings, dammit. Also this Justin Vernon douche is like, all over the place, isn't he? But the track really picks up and ascends into a higher level of gorgeousness once his unmistakable falsetto joins in, with drums and piano and electric guitar thrown in for good measure. Brings a tear to my eye, this does.
25. Austra [Feel It Break] // Lose It
Less creepy than the aforementioned Zola Jesus, Austra still comes armed with massive synth hooks and enough dark lyrical imagery to remind me of a less ethereal Bat For Lashes. While Beat and the Pulse would probably win the award for the most badass intro to any song I've heard this year, the wordless chorus in Lose It is simply the epitome of an earworm. It's fun and catchy, and for a track on an album with so much synth and electronica and cold robot sounds, it manages to be warm and wonderfully enchanting despite itself. Well played, Canadians.
BAP's 25 Favourite Songs and Albums [And Some EPs] of 2011, In No Particular Order, But At Least All of These Were Actually Released in 2011, And There Are Pretty Pictures, So That Totally Merits Some Plus Points For Effort.
* all song titles link to a Youtube video. I trust you guys to be a bunch of Internet-savvy mofos, but if you run into any trouble tracking down a song or a band, let me know and I'll do what I can to help.
1. James Blake [James Blake] // The Wilhelm Scream
James Blake and his ridiculously sexy voice are responsible for making some seriously sexy music. This song in particular is a perfect example of that ; odd, repetitive blocks of sonic loops, plenty of bleeps and bloops that sound like they're coming from under the ocean or something, and with the same three or four lines of lyrics being repeated over and over and over again ( I don't know about my dreams/I don't know about my dreaming anymore/All that I know is that I'm falling, falling, falling, falling/Might as well fall) until they start to feel like a mantra you've always known but only remember when Mr. Blake sings them to you. It's stunningly hypnotic, surprisingly comforting, and I for one would be happy if this song just never ended. Ever.
2. Kurt Vile [Smoke Ring For My Halo] // Runner Ups
Every review I've read of Kurt Vile's 2011 release makes some mention of his music being the epitome of slacker folk , almost as if "Bob Dylan had gone shoegaze". Vile himself makes a self-deprecating reference to with this line from Runner Ups: "When I walk in, my head is practically dragging". Don't be fooled though ; music this intricate and meditative takes a great deal of love and care and attention to detail, and it shows through in songs like this one. Every pick of the guitar sounds achingly, clearly gorgeous, and there are some terrific lyrics in there, masked by a voice that sounds, on occasion, like a zoned-out drone. This album takes some work to really get into, but is ultimately one of my most rewarding listens of the year.
3. Of Monsters And Men [My Head Is An Animal] // Six Weeks
Credit goes to Allison of Flying Buttresses for alerting me to the existence of this delightful folk-rock act from Iceland. My familiarity with Icelandic music starts with Sigur ros and ends with Bjork, so it was a nice surprise to discover that these guys sound more like the joyfully feral godchildren of Arcade Fire. The guitars in Six Weeks are exuberant, the communal refrains and choruses are emphatic and ferociously life-affirming. The 2:23 mark in particular makes me feel like I should be running barefoot across a glacial Icelandic landscape with Icelandic wind in my hair and this song playing on full-ass volume in the background and shit. It's impossible to be unhappy when you're listening to this. Impossible, I say.
4. The Rural Alberta Advantage [Departing] // Barnes' Yard
I knew from the first time I gave this album a digital spin that Barnes' Yard would end up being my favourite track at the end of the year. Clocking in at barely two and a half minutes, it deals with all the band's usual themes of hometowns and parents and lovers and highways and escaping. Add that to the jangly, up-tempo beat and this knockout of a couplet (We're broken down lovers at the side of the road/We're broken down lovers in the city of oil) and I am a complete and total goner for this song, this album, and this whole entire band. If you can hear me all the way in Rural Alberta, I LOVE YOU GUISE.
5. Typhoon [A New Kind Of House EP] // Summer Home
First of all, Kyle Morton's voice is so clear and so lush that makes me want to cry just thinking about it. If I could, I would totally hire him as my personal lullaby singer. When he sings, it hurts. I don't know where that ache comes from, but this guy brings it. Typhoon's songs deal largely with death, sin, mortality and humanity, and they still manage to work as many handclaps, trumpets and sing-along choruses into the mix as they possibly can. And for a band with 12 musicians in it (there are only 10 in the picture above - it's really hard to keep track) they do a hell of a job at sounding larger than life, using mainly acoustic instruments. Summer Home takes its time getting started, but by the time Kyle's voice kicks in, you know you're in for a treat. And when he quiveringly inquires "Can we hold out for summer again?" it's pretty much all I can do not to want to fall at his feet and be all, "Dude, Kyle, I would wait a THOUSAND summers if that's what you really want". These guys are something special, and I can't wait to hear what comes next.
6. David Wax Museum [Everything Is Saved] // Yes, Maria, Yes
These guys were in my mid-year best of list, and here's what I said about them back then : "Irresistibly infectious countrified folk rock with large doses of Mexican influences and enough handclaps to make anyone giddy. Also they use a donkey's jawbone as part of their percussion because that's not creepy at all."
I am glad to say I don't love them any less than I did in June. As for what makes Yes Maria Yes my favourite of the bunch, let's just put it this way : handclaps + accordion. Also it's hard not to love a band that throws some delicious phonetic wordplay at you now and then (I talktalktalk you don't listen/ I talktalktalk you don't listen).
7. M83 [Hurry Up, We're Dreaming] // Steve McQueen
The major flaw first : as Beckeye has pointed out in her own list, Hurry Up We're Dreaming really does not need to be a double album. There is only so much swirling synth and ethereal vocal harmony that one mortal listener can stomach. Taken in small doses though, there are some seriously standout tracks on this record. My initial favourite was the saxophone-filled goodness of Midnight City, but Steve McQueen started growing on me more with every listen. I would have never imagined describing a song built almost entirely on synths and keyboards and an 80s sound template to be EPIC, but that is exactly what this song is. It's HUGE ; the drums are thunderous, the keyboards and synths swirl and explode like they are their own cosmic event, the lyrics are grandiose as all hell. I am not much of a fan of electronica, but when I meet an album and a song as transcendent as this, I really just have to swallow my prejudices, sit back, and enjoy the experience.
8. The Lonely Wild [Dead End EP] // Dead End
This song in particular is a boy/girl harmony combo, which doesn't have much room on my musical taste template. But these two sound like they were pretty much born to sing together, and with no one else, and it's hard not to melt just a little. The melody is gorgeous, the guitar riff is stunning, the harmonies are of course perfect beyond all fault, and there is just the right amount of aching steel guitar working away in the background. Understated, classy, and just plain beautiful. Also, yes, lead singer dude is fairly easy on the eye. Not that physical appearance matters when it comes down to good music, but a pretty guy with a pretty voice singing pretty songs never hurt anybody, I say. Pretty on, Lonely Wild dude.
9. Fleet Foxes [Helplessness Blues] // Helplessness Blues
I'm probably in the minority when I say I enjoyed the Fleet Foxes' debut more than this release, but Helplessness Blues (the track) is right up there on my list of favourite songs...of forever, maybe. Again, the harmonies are killer. The acoustic guitar is positively jubilant and almost on the verge of snapping under the weight and intensity of Robin Pecknold's existential crisis. If you were to ask me to pick a snippet of my favourite lyrics from this one, I would not be able to do it ; every word and every turn of phrase is perfection.
10. James Vincent McMorrow [Early In The Morning] // We Don't Eat
Bon Iver comparisons have been inevitable and relentless for Irishman Mr. McMorrow, who also shut himself away in a woodland cabin to compose songs of heartbreak, in isolation. But where Bon Iver's debut initially did nothing but put me to sleep, James' lush, soulful voice and gorgeous instrumentation caught my attention immediately. This is just pretty, you guys. Woodland cabin aside, the only thing this man has in common with Justin Vernon is that falsetto, and a healthy amount of folk-beard. We Don't Eat is a slow-burner of gently growing gorgeousness and building strings and subtle harmonies, topped with one of my favourite choruses of the year : "We don't eat until your father's at the table/We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust". This man needs more love, and you can start right here, right now.
11. Arctic Monkeys [Suck It And See]// Suck It And See
It was a joy and a pleasure to see 2011 provide a return to my favourite flavour of Monkeys. These guys can rock out just as hard as the hipsterest of them, but to me they are at the top of their game when they're sweet, melodious, funny, tender, when they bring in the irresistible hooks, and when Alex Turner's remarkably witty, pithy and downright adorable lyrical prowess is given the chance to shine ( You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock/And those other girls are just post-mix lemonade). I've said before that the title track is probably the most gorgeous thing Turner and co. have ever recorded to date, and this sentiment still holds true now, at the end of the year.
This is an album I have been steadily falling (and remaining) in love with throughout 2011, and there is absolutely no sign that my affection for this set of 12 songs is going to fade any time soon. If I had arranged this list by rank, Suck It And See would be number one, without a shadow of a doubt. It was too much trouble sorting out numbers 2 to 25 though, so you'll have to settle for this.
O Arctic Monkeys, we've come such a long way since those dark days when I shunned you because of your accents, and then again because of the widely-maligned Humbug. Forgive me my youthful follies, and let us promise to never ever ever break up ever again.
12. Zola Jesus [Conatus] // Vessel
Zola Jesus is the 22-year old (there we go again with the talented young people making me feel inadequate) Russian-American songwriter Nika Roza Danilova. Mixing large amounts of electronica with some sort of goth-opera to taste, Vessel is a wide, sparse and very dark sonic landscape of synths, ghostly electronic bloops and creaks, and chillingly chopped up vocals. Other songs on the album provide dashes of piano and even strings, but the end product is always minimalistic, almost but-not-quite to the point of being skeletal. Conatus is not an easy listen, but it's always hauntingly beautiful in its own creepy way, and more importantly, never boring.
13. Patrick Wolf [Brumalia EP] // Pelicans
Here's the thing ; I did not enjoy Patrick's 2011 full-length release, Lupercalia. I did like some parts of it, and as an indie pop product it wasn't horrible. But Patrick Wolf was happy, content and perfectly joyous when he wrote the songs on that album, and while I am happy that Patrick is happy, Lupercalia ended up being far, far, far less interesting, mysterious and enthralling than his usual work, and it was chock-full of the most sugary-sweet romantic sentiments, and lyrics so generic I had to stop myself physically cringing at times. The Magic Position was also an extremely pop-based album, but at least that contained more than enough sinister tones and subject matter to make sure the songs never came close to becoming trite. Lupercalia was a crushing disappointment.
I still worship the man, but fortunately Brumalia came along to appease me. The handful of songs it carries contains enough darkness, strings, multiple-Patrick harmonies and distorted, chopped-up electronica to make them sound like they could have very easily fit into Patrick's two earliest (and my personal favourite) albums, Lycanthropy and Wind in the Wires. The guy is allowed to make happy music if he wants to, but this EP pretty much solidified the fact that I like my Patrick Wolf darker, angstier, bloodier and way more melodramatic.
14. WU LYF [Go Tell Fire To The Mountain] // Heavy Pop
It was quite a task picking one standout track from an album full of cathartic, euphoric anthems, but Heavy Pop wins out in the end. WU LYF (or World Unite! Lucifer Youth Foundation - yeah I have no idea why either. Pretentious assholes). WU LYF are a bit of an acquired taste in the sense that lead singer Ellery Roberts' voice never evolves beyond a full-throated, animalistic roar most of the time. Depending on where you're coming from, that either means he can't be arsed to enunciate properly, or that the songs are meant to communicate such a primal level of emotion and pure, hands-in-the-air euphoria that it will never matter what the lyrics are, anyway. I particularly like Consequence of Sound's description of his vocal stylings : "Ellery James Roberts, lead singer of WU LYF, talks in the same voice he sings in, which is a cross between Tibetan monk throat singers and a 20-something Tom Waits". If this seems appealing to you, dig right in!
Like M83, these guys have more than earned the label EPIC - the album was even recorded in a church. Heavy Pop is probably the epitome of what these guys do best ; every song has that soaring guitar, those EARTH-SHATTERING drums, Ellery Roberts' frantic yowling (the only thing you'll be able to make out is "I wanna feel at home" ), and the organ music, which gives a lovely cathedral-esque, larger than life atmosphere. The track takes it time getting warmed up, and by the time that distant harmonica introduces itself at around the 2-minute mark, and the EARTH-SHATTERING drums kick in, you're probably starry-eyed and completely, shamelessly sold (if you're anything like me, that is). Check out a terrific Blogotheque version of the track over here.
15. The Cave Singers [No Witch] // No Prosecution If We Bail
Folk-rock has never sounded so badass. Like our friend the divisive Ellery Roberts, The Cave Singers are also fronted by a singer with a feral, yowly voice, but to this guy's credit, he actually enunciates more. He can also sound, by turns, tender, nostalgic, and like on this track I've chosen, pretty much ready to kick your teeth in, effortlessly transitioning between yelping, growling, and his normal register. I am still not sure what exactly he's singing about, but this song is rowdy, dirty fun, and hell, even a little sexy.
16. Foster The People [Torches] // Helena Beat
Like most people, my first introduction to Foster The People was the chilled-out, bass-alicious sounds of Pumped Up Kicks. After listening to the full album a few times, however, I realized that judging Foster and co. by that one breakout track was not only unfair to the dudes, but also not an accurate representation of what these guys actually sound like. Tracks like Helena Beat, Houdini and Call It What You Want totally (and unexpectedly, for me) blow Kicks right out of the proverbial water. They're not mindblowingly original and are unlikely to be hailed as groundbreaking pioneers of electronica or indie pop (they totally win my award for CUTEST BAND EVER though, giggle giggle), but they're fun, they're catchy, and they're refreshing. Call them MGMT-lite if you will, but sometimes all you need is something to dance to. I'm super excited to be seeing them live in about a couple weeks' time. If you're reading this and you're going to be in the KL area in the second week of January, what are you waiting for? GO GET TICKETS before that shit's sold out!
17. Frightened Rabbit [A Frightened Rabbit EP] // Scottish Winds
It may seem a bit like cheating to have a tiny little 3-song EP on a best albums list, but everything Frightened Rabbit does is flawless. FLAWLESS. If they had released nothing this year save for a sample of a three-chord progression, it would have probably made this list, and perhaps even topped it. What I have for these guys is mad mad love, kay? The three songs on this release are typical mist-and-rain drenched Scottish misery, with the usual lush instrumentation, and Scott Hutchison's melancholy brogue seemingly wrenching every word from the depths of his talented, long-suffering guts. Scottish Winds in particular wins for having some of the most gorgeous lyrics I have had the pleasure of hearing in 2011, and for making me feel more patriotic than any national anthem I have ever come across, including Italy's. And the Italian anthem is pretty damned stirring and all, so you know I mean business.
"Come burl around my body Scottish blood
I'll try not to spill a drop, I'm sure you've spilled enough
And the English fucking rule will mean nothing to these towns
Run forever in my veins bold Scottish blood"
18. Beirut [The Rip Tide] // Goshen
If I could, I would also totally hire Zach Condon to be my personal lullaby singer. It's like every sound that comes out of this guy's mouth is designed to make me melt. I love the stripped-down, minimal approach he has taken with The Rip Tide, which showcases the gorgeous gorgeous melodies, and Zach's even more gorgeous voice. Like East Harlem, Goshen centres around the same verses and chorus being repeated over slowly-building harmonies and drums and (for once, understated) trumpets. By the time this song has hit the 2-minute mark, I am already a puddle of gooey happy on the floor.
19. Florence + The Machine [Ceremonials] // What The Water Gave Me
Florence's second album is even more bombastic, grandiose and massive than her first, which is a feat I did not think she was capable of accomplishing. Her songs rarely go into subject matter more profound than boys and falling in love and breaking up, but all these are akin to cosmic events in Miss Welch's emotional spectrum, and the songs reveal this. The hooks are massive, the string section is filled to overflowing, the drums are thunderous and tribal, and her voice still soars over it all like some fiery-haired avenging angel.
Despite this, my favourite track off the album is the one with the most restraint, the most control, and as a result the most sophistication in songwriting and production. This is dark, sexy, compelling stuff. And unlike her usual dynamics of LOUD-soft-LOUDER-soft-LOUDEST, this track actually builds upon itself with a purpose and a tension, before finally breaking out into that crazy final section of crashing drums and harp and electric guitar. As much as I love Florence when she is loud and unabashed and excessive, What The Water Gave Me is a testament to how good she can be when she holds back. Time to take some pointers from yourself, girlfriend.
20. Frank Turner [England Keep My Bones] // Glory Hallelujah
Ever since I first met Frank Turner in a mixed CD sent to me by the always awesome Badtempered Zombie, I was unreasonably convinced that the guy was Canadian. Imagine my surprise when I finally found out that he is very English, and that his most recent album is a glorious meditation on Shakespeare,mortality and the very essence of Englishness. Glory Hallelujah, although probably not the best track on this album, is my favourite nonetheless ; it reminds me of everything I have learned to love about Mr. Turner. In four and a half minutes, and with the simplest of lyrics, he manages to defy God, divine intervention and organized religion, which may sound like atheist propaganda. But this track does more; it celebrates everything large and small about the beauty and freedom and joy of simple human existence, and on top of that he's got us clapping our hands and tapping our feet. Regardless of your opinions on God, this is just a great jam, you guys. And for a guy who spends so much time singing about death, Frank Turner makes some of the most life-affirming music I have ever heard in my still-young life.
21. Lykke Li [Wounded Rhymes] // Love Out Of Lust
Lykke Li's debut album was far too cutesy and precious for me to get into, so I truly welcomed the change in her sound this year. The new Lykke is edgy, angry, intense. Her voice is used to its full depth and volume, and what a voice it is. The tracks blend everything from synths to booming tribal drums to 60s girl group vocal stylings, and Lykke herself is by turns aggressively sexual and tenderly vulnerable. She is sassy and sensual on Get Some, where even her seduction sounds more like a death threat. But is when she gets melancholy and soft that she appeals to me the most ; Love Out Of Lust is gorgeous - the pounding drums are still there, but there is a longing, haunted quality to every instrument, down to that high-pitched, soaring whistle-thing that comes in during the chorus. "We will live longer than I will/We will be better than I was/We can cross rivers with our will/We can do better than I can". Badass Lykke Li is amazing, but this song is the most vulnerable and open she allows herself to become, and I can't help but love her all the more for it.
22. Ezra Furman & The Harpoons [Mysterious Power] // Teenage Wasteland
It's probably a bit much for a bunch of guys well out of college to keep singing about rebellious teenage apathy, but Ezra and his Harpoons do such a damn fine job of it, it's really hard to fault them. They are able to perfectly and hilariously articulate every angst-filled concern anyone has ever felt about their identity and place in the world (and failed relationships, for good measure) during the years of teenage-hood and the early twenties, and then couple that with noisy, raucous, harmonica-driven punkish rock that sonically encapsulates all the frustration and restlessness of that period of life. These guys make existential dilemmas FUN, and frankly I never want them to stop, because who knows what they've got in store for the mid-life crisis albums.
23. Bon Iver [Bon Iver, Bon Iver] // Holocene
Bon Iver and a kitty!
This album is still taking its time to grow on me, but I much prefer the more electric-based Bon Iver to the acoustic leanings of his debut which - and I have said this many times over many posts - initially succeeded only in putting me to sleep every time I tried to give it a shot. I've learned to appreciate the Justin Vernon vibe since then, but having said that, it's the single, almost 100% acoustic track Holocene that won me over. It's just a flat-out beautiful song in every way, and even the music video was filmed in Iceland. You don't get much prettier than Iceland, I tell you.
24. Lia Ices [Grown Unknown] // Daphne (featuring Justin Vernon)
Lia Ices' (which is evidently not her real name ; I should Google this shit) album is full of floaty, dreamy, string-drenched and handclap-adorned forest-esque folk. Tracks like the Bon Iver-supported and approved Daphne, and Ice Wine make me feel like I am being serenaded by a wood nymph or something. Every instrument has this air of ethereal sorrow about it, and it says a great deal that I find her voice the most beautiful and moving when she isn't singing words at all ; check out the 2:00 minute mark on Daphne and justify my feelings, dammit. Also this Justin Vernon douche is like, all over the place, isn't he? But the track really picks up and ascends into a higher level of gorgeousness once his unmistakable falsetto joins in, with drums and piano and electric guitar thrown in for good measure. Brings a tear to my eye, this does.
25. Austra [Feel It Break] // Lose It
Less creepy than the aforementioned Zola Jesus, Austra still comes armed with massive synth hooks and enough dark lyrical imagery to remind me of a less ethereal Bat For Lashes. While Beat and the Pulse would probably win the award for the most badass intro to any song I've heard this year, the wordless chorus in Lose It is simply the epitome of an earworm. It's fun and catchy, and for a track on an album with so much synth and electronica and cold robot sounds, it manages to be warm and wonderfully enchanting despite itself. Well played, Canadians.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
"Piss and Moan, You Let The Devil In Your Home"
One of my favourite finds of the week, made all the more lovely by the fact that I had no idea these guys had even released any new material in 2011.
I love this. More bands should all shack up together and play board games on the floor and do homework and stuff. There's something wonderful about the joyful, organized chaos of a 17-piece band (yes dudes, seventeen. Or at least that's where they stopped the last time I checked). They have this air of having played together for so long that they know exactly where every handclap and horn and keyboard goes, and the raucous sing-along chorus at the end is nothing short of cathartic, as anyhing with a nice, hearty "Hallelujah!" in it is bound to be.
In the spirit of positivity, here are more of my favourite things this week.
1. Gardenia's butterscotch bread. Sweet gooey buttery breakfast goodness.
2. Maxis' mobile broadband connection, because holy shit University of Malaya, your wi-fi connection is horrendous. The youth of this country weep for your sub-par technological infrastructure. Weep.
3. Sufjan Stevens' obsessive affinity for Christmas carols. Where else will we find five hundred different versions of Once In Royal David's City to play while we put up ourpagan commercialized Christmas tree?
4. David Tennant in Places He Shouldn't Be, a.k.a my favourite new single topic Tumblr ever. O Tenth Doctor, how I miss you.
5. Men in cravats. If I ever get a man, I am totally making him wear one in bed, during kinky times. Those neckcloths sure can get a girl all hot and bothered.
Sexaaaay.
O lawd, have mercy.
I love this. More bands should all shack up together and play board games on the floor and do homework and stuff. There's something wonderful about the joyful, organized chaos of a 17-piece band (yes dudes, seventeen. Or at least that's where they stopped the last time I checked). They have this air of having played together for so long that they know exactly where every handclap and horn and keyboard goes, and the raucous sing-along chorus at the end is nothing short of cathartic, as anyhing with a nice, hearty "Hallelujah!" in it is bound to be.
In the spirit of positivity, here are more of my favourite things this week.
1. Gardenia's butterscotch bread. Sweet gooey buttery breakfast goodness.
2. Maxis' mobile broadband connection, because holy shit University of Malaya, your wi-fi connection is horrendous. The youth of this country weep for your sub-par technological infrastructure. Weep.
3. Sufjan Stevens' obsessive affinity for Christmas carols. Where else will we find five hundred different versions of Once In Royal David's City to play while we put up our
4. David Tennant in Places He Shouldn't Be, a.k.a my favourite new single topic Tumblr ever. O Tenth Doctor, how I miss you.
5. Men in cravats. If I ever get a man, I am totally making him wear one in bed, during kinky times. Those neckcloths sure can get a girl all hot and bothered.
Sexaaaay.
O lawd, have mercy.
Friday, August 12, 2011
The Zombie Apocalypse Playlist Meme.
Because one should never pass up an opportunity to put zombies and music together. Seriously.
Put your media player of choice on shuffle, and we are ready to go. Play along, peasants!
The first song is the overall theme for the apocalypse.
Hard Times // Patrick Wolf
You bet it is. Time to break out the fluorescent neon war paint, people. This is srz bizness right here.
The second song is what plays when you kill your first zombie.
Pleasure Sighs // Morning Benders
The third song plays when you're getting chased by a horde. (of zombies, right? Just checking).
Focker // Late Of The Pier
The fourth song plays when you have to kill your loved one.
Brain Burner // No Age
The fifth song plays when you find a group of survivors.
Are You Lightning // Nada Surf
The sixth song plays when you meet a new love interest.
Mushaboom // Feist
The seventh plays when you have to make a final stand.
The Eleventh Doctor's Theme // Murray Gold
OH MY GOD how perfect. Also, yes there is Doctor Who music on my computer. It's there to make my life seem more badass than it actually is. Sometimes I like to play it when I'm trying to finish an essay by the deadline and pretend I'm in a trailer for a high-stakes espionage film. Set in outer space, duh.
The eighth song plays when you think you've survived it all.
It's My Party // Amy Winehouse
The ninth song plays when you discover a bite mark on you.
Airline To Heaven // Billy Bragg & Wilco
The tenth song plays over the end credits.
I Feel Better // Frightened Rabbit
Now all we need is a movie for this glorious soundtrack. Someone call Ryan Gosling and tell him he's my new zombie-slaying love interest. My new shirtless zombie-slaying love interest, that is.
Of course you can, Baby Goose. It's my movie, and I'm not complaining.
Put your media player of choice on shuffle, and we are ready to go. Play along, peasants!
The first song is the overall theme for the apocalypse.
Hard Times // Patrick Wolf
You bet it is. Time to break out the fluorescent neon war paint, people. This is srz bizness right here.
The second song is what plays when you kill your first zombie.
Pleasure Sighs // Morning Benders
The third song plays when you're getting chased by a horde. (of zombies, right? Just checking).
Focker // Late Of The Pier
The fourth song plays when you have to kill your loved one.
Brain Burner // No Age
The fifth song plays when you find a group of survivors.
Are You Lightning // Nada Surf
The sixth song plays when you meet a new love interest.
Mushaboom // Feist
The seventh plays when you have to make a final stand.
The Eleventh Doctor's Theme // Murray Gold
OH MY GOD how perfect. Also, yes there is Doctor Who music on my computer. It's there to make my life seem more badass than it actually is. Sometimes I like to play it when I'm trying to finish an essay by the deadline and pretend I'm in a trailer for a high-stakes espionage film. Set in outer space, duh.
The eighth song plays when you think you've survived it all.
It's My Party // Amy Winehouse
The ninth song plays when you discover a bite mark on you.
Airline To Heaven // Billy Bragg & Wilco
The tenth song plays over the end credits.
I Feel Better // Frightened Rabbit
Now all we need is a movie for this glorious soundtrack. Someone call Ryan Gosling and tell him he's my new zombie-slaying love interest. My new shirtless zombie-slaying love interest, that is.
Of course you can, Baby Goose. It's my movie, and I'm not complaining.
Monday, June 27, 2011
BAP's 20 Favourite Albums Of 2011 So Far, Which Includes Many Albums Released In 2010, But I Don't Care Because I Am A Fearless Bastard.
It's half-year music list season! And yes, 20 is a lot. The first few months of the year were a godsend in terms of crazy good music, and it will be interesting to see how many of these records age well enough to hold their spots in my end-of-year list. As usual, this is arranged in no particular order.
21 , Adele
There are so many moments in this record which remind me strongly of a female Paolo Nutini (especially her inflections) and I must say I approve muchly. This classy lady has certainly set herself apart from the Duffys and Winehouses aplenty in the music scene. Also I wish I were the kind of 21-year old to sit down and write a Grammy-winning album in my free time. WTF talented kids. Stop making me look inadequate.
Hunger And Thirst, Typhoon
A quirky little band made up of anywhere between 7 and 17 members (I lost count), this album is a treasure trove of handclaps and massive folkjammy sing-alongs, and at least 4 songs made cry a little bit. Damn the emotional manipulation.
Sidewalks, Matt & Kim
So cute. Matt & Kim have gone for a more polished, produced sound this time, and it's like I'm one of the few people who don't find this a big deal. They still sound great, everything is catchy as hell, and it wonderfully evokes the feeling of walking down busy sidewalks on sunny days.
Suck It And See, Arctic Monkeys
I was one of the many who flat out hated the Monkeys' last release, Humbug (and it really was Humbug in every sense of the word). So you can only imagine my pure, unadulterated joy when I discovered that the new Arctic Monkeys record is the most perfectest possible combination of their old selves and their desire to break new musical ground ; the witty, pithy, sharp-as-tacks wordsmithery of Alex Turner meshes wonderfully with the more 60s psychedelic leanings of Humbug. And it is beautiful, and it makes me so happy I want to cry just thinking about how the Arctic Monkeys have made me fall in love with them all over again. I'll even go so far as to say that the title track (despite the crude-sounding name) may actually be the most gorgeous thing they've ever put to record. Well played, Monkeys. Well played. I'm all yours again.
No Color , The Dodos
It is lovely to see The Dodos scale back and return to their simpler, prettier roots of jangly guitar, aggressive frantic percussion and lilting melodies. Not to mention they've enlisted the eternal goddess Neko Case on backing vocals duty. It's noisy, foot-tappy, joyful and pretty much perfection.
King Of Limbs , Radiohead
This album was initially way too experimental for my tastes, having been spoiled by the relative accessibility of In Rainbows. But as the case always is with me and Radiohead, all it took was a few extra months for the songs to grow on me, and what do you know, Radiohead made my list. Again.
Wounded Rhymes, Lykke Li
If I had to pick out an early favourite for my personal album of the year, this would probably be it. Gone is the cutesy Lykke Li of the past ; now she's sharp, edgy, hurt, and full of Womyn Rage. Her voice is massive and soaring, even if the songs are not always lyrically spectacular. The songs are by turn aggressively sexual and painfully tender, and it's one of those times when I understand what it means when it is said that someone bleeds for their art. Don't let the synths fool you. Wounded rhymes, indeed.
Early In The Morning, James Vincent McMorrow
Beardy man who pulled of a Bon Iver, locked himself up in a cabin somewhere in the Irish countryside, and wrote a bunch of really pretty heartbreaky falsetto-ey songs. He is exceedingly poppy-sounding for a man with so much beard, but he already has brownie points for not making me fall asleep the first few times I gave his album a spin.
Bon Iver Bon Iver , Bon Iver
It's Bon Iver, bitches. Dig it or get out.
Mighty EP, Lord Huron
I don't know what sort of folk under which you'd categorize this, but I always get the impression of a bunch of happy animals frolicking around a watering hole in Africa. Also, it is beardy. Very beardy. If this is just the EP then I await with much anticipatory anticipation for the full-length release.
Everything Is Saved , David Wax Museum
Irresistibly infectious countrified folk rock with large doses of Mexican influences and enough handclaps to make anyone giddy. Also they use a donkey's jawbone as part of their percussion because that's not creepy at all.
The David Wax Museum - Yes, Maria, Yes by theericschuman
Romance Is Boring, Los Campesinos!
I'm suprised at how little love this record has been getting since its release in early 2010. It's absolutely fierce and bursting with the energy of drunken lovesick youth, machine-gunned lyrics about vodka vomit and orgasms (among other things) and violently melodic explosions of delicious indie rock sounds. It's no wonder they insist on the exclamation mark in their name ; they do absolutely nothing halfway, and it's spectacular.
Los Campesinos! - The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future by Arts & Crafts
Go Tell Fire To The Mountain , WU LYF
The weird shouty Kings Of Leon-ish vocals (you know what I mean) kind of rubbed me the wrong way at first, but I have learned to embrace the glorious messiness of it all. At times this record resembles some sort of exhilarating sonic collage of voices and echoey instruments rather than a straightforward piece of music, but it's weird and different and most importantly, fun.
Departing , The Rural Alberta Advantage
To them haters who have been saying how this is nowhere near as good as Hometowns, you are not right. Because this is some good shit right here [although admittedly I'd like to hear more harmonies with Amy Cole].
Love Remains , How To Dress Well
Not being much into R&B , I was rather dubious about Tom Krell's music at first. The fact that Pitchfork was drooling all over him didn't do much to change my mind either. But I am glad I eventually did, because this is sexy, stripped back, ethereal and completely addictive.
Mysterious Power, Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
Armed with his trusty harmonica and guitar, the eternally college-aged and angsty Ezra Furman returns with a set of songs that are everything we expect of him ; noisy, poignant, witty and far more intelligent than his years.
Smoke Ring For My Halo, Kurt Vile
This just makes me want to grow my hair out even more and wear baggy clothes and chill out in the back of a tour bus with a cigarette and some Kafka and talk about intelligent shit like postmodernism. Hells yeah, stoner folk jams.
Epic, Sharon van Etten
Utterly gorgeous and haunting and painful and liberating, and the only thing wrong with it is that there are only 7 tracks. MORE, Sharon, MORE.
Fading Parade, Papercuts
This is a strange one, because apart from Do What You Will (which is a terrific cut, by the way), I'd be hard-pressed to remember what any of the other songs sound like unless I'm actually listening to them. So maybe it's not really the kind of thing that sticks or makes an impression beyond vague memories of reverb-drenched melodies and breathy soaring vocals and dreaminess, and despite all that I still kind of adore this album. It remains to be seen whether or not I'll still want these songs in my music library by the end of the year, but for now it's all good.
James Blake , James Blake
So James Blake's voice is ridiculously sexy, let's establish that first. It's definitely the one thing that kept me invested in this odd collection of sampled beats and loops and endlessly repeated words and unclear structures and long gaps within songs, filled with nothing but silence. Bald-faced, audacious silence. After a few listens though, it becomes rather fascinating. Like The XX, this dude gets that sometimes the empty, audio-free spaces are just as important as actual sound. It also feels incredibly light and refreshing after plunging through albums by so many bands determined to play as many instruments as humanly possible per song (not that I'm complaining, but it's a nice change).
Also James, there is no limit to my love. So feel free to come over anytime and we can make sweet sweet Pitchfork-approved dubstep together.
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