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Off This Century – My Favorite Albums of 2000-2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

First of all, Merry Christmas and a happy holidays to everyone! I hope 2009 and this decade have been great for everyone, and I hope you all are looking forward to the new decade as much as I am.

You may be wondering where I have been for the past year. Because besides a couple rare one-off posts, I sure haven’t been at Kaini Industries.

True, I’ve been busy with college and work, but that didn’t stop me from updating last year. The truth is that I have been working on this project, which started in its raw forms as early as late 2008. I’ve started and stopped the project more times than I can count, and at times have questioned the point of doing this at all. But eventually I found myself with a good half of a particular incarnation of it done and plowed through the rest and here we are.

When people started cranking out lists like this not just for the 2000s but for other decades as well, I found that they were most useful for getting me to think about my favorite music and why I like all of it. I hope at the very least that it will get other people thinking about great music as well.

I started out writing lists year by year of my favorite releases and I came up with a list of about 200 really good albums. I decided 100 seemed like an appropriate enough number, so with a lot of difficulty I nailed the list down to 10o and started writing reviews. As I started writing, the list changed many times. After giving up the first time, I posted many reviews on the blog from the trashed list, and some of their remnants show up here. There are also some leftover reviews of albums not on the list, older drafts and other goodies I might post later.

This list is by no means meant to be definitive. I understand that I haven’t even come close to hearing all the great albums from this decade (God knows I try) and I’m sure my favorites will change. Above all else considered about this list, it should be considered that it is a list of my favorite albums of the 2000s right now.

I thought about numbering this list but I decided that entire process is arbitrary, and I also decided that ranking one hundred albums, most of which are completely different from one another, is really hard to get right. This list however is also hosted on rateyourmusic.com, so if you want the version with the arbitrary numbering, go here.

http://rateyourmusic.com/list/red_atm/off_this_century___my_favorite_albums_of_2000_2009

Please keep comments constructive and respectful. I don’t want any “where’s the ____???” stuff. If you want to give me a recommendation or have a discussion just be civil about it. That should go without saying.

Here we go.

cLOUDDEAD

cLOUDDEAD – cLOUDDEAD [2001]

We could keep asking “what is cLOUDDEAD?” for another decade, and we’ll probably never get a straight answer; the only people who ever even knew the literal answer don’t remember it. Ironically, this is enough to ensure this album is never forgotten, and cLOUDDEAD stands alone as one of the most unique hip hop albums of all time, having no yardstick by which to be measured. However, it’s brilliance is self evident beyond its uniqueness. Consider it’s vaporous fluidity, barely staying in one place for more than a few minutes before it transforms, or its menacing rhythmic lurch and glowing ambience from Odd Nosdam, the hell-raising modernist lyrics from Doseone and Why?… Try to pin it all you want, but in the end, you can only call it one thing.

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The Crane Wife

The Decemberists – The Crane Wife [2007]

The Decemberists have always operated best as storytellers, Colin Meloy’s lyrics delicately working through ancient tales and the rest of the band backing him up with a sweeping confidence, as if their notes are etched in stone. The Crane Wife takes their storytelling to the next level, and though it follows several tales throughout its span, we might still call it somewhat of a modern rock opera. It delivers impressive developments (“Summersong”), segments of mystery (“Shankill Butchers) and stunning climaxes (“O Valencia,” “The Crane Wife 1 & 2″) as parts of a grand whole. Chances are good that there will never be a universally acknowledged Decemberists masterwork; there are just as many fervid supporters of Castaways and Cutouts, Her Majesty the Decemberists and Picaresque as there are for this. I would make the case, though, that Crane Wife is their most focused and humble work, a sublime slice of folklore from a band doing what they do best.

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Drukqs

Aphex Twin – Drukqs [2001]

Though not a completely focused work like its predecessors, Richard D. James achieves a synthesis on Drukqs is an accomplishment nonetheless. And it’s not like the album doesn’t bring its fair share of new styles to the table. A good chunk of the album consists of simple, melodic pieces played on piano and prepared piano, while a converse portion contains his hardest hitting breakbeat/glitch tracks to date. On top of this are shards of styles past such as elements from the Selected Ambient Works series, acid techno and other one off genre experiments. The differentiation between all of these styles should make up for a messy album, which many claim it to be. James himself has stated that Drukqs probably isn’t meant to be listened to all the way through, but he has also expressed that it was meant to be a gift to fans, and it might as well be the best gift he’s given us.

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Heroes to Zeros

The Beta Band – Heroes to Zeros [2004]

The Beta Band were the quintessential indie every-men, and even when they were experimental, it was hard not to relate to not only their music but the band themselves. Their simple, repetitive motifs, their painfully honest lyrics, their ability to laugh at themselves…Whatever it was, people just wanted to sit down and have a drink with these guys, and that made their break up that much more of a letdown. Good thing they went out with a bang, then. Heroes to Zeros might be their most quotable album, a collection of memorable space-pop that is characteristically thoughtful and blunt, but also probably their most fun album to date. Flip on these songs and you won’t sell five copies of Heroes to Zeros but you’ll do better; you’ll feel like you’re sitting in a room with The Beta Band. How’s that for experimental?

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Beyond

Dinosaur Jr. – Beyond [2007]

In 2009, me going to a Dinosaur Jr. concert, getting my ears destroyed and seeing J Mascis, Lou Barlow and Murph all on stage at once, and even at one point all smiling at one another, seemed just as natural as it probably felt like in 1989. But let’s rewind about ten years here; in the new century, what the hell were the odds that all the original members of Dinosaur Jr., having at one time barely spoken to one another and slowly broke up do to seemingly irreconcilable differences, get back together, still be awesome, and release a string of albums that ranks with their absolute best? OK, maybe the chances weren’t that low, but we had all sure been hoping for it since Bug, and their reunion felt like a jackpot. This album is more than a surprise; it’s an unprecedented triumph of (*gasp*) teamwork! Beyond is classic Dinosaur Jr., loud as hell and possibly their most emotive record to date. Especially moving: “Can we be the same again?” Altogether now: “AWWWWWW!”

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Threads

Backini – Threads [2003]

Rob Quickenden may not have made the first great plunderphonics album (DJ Shadow and The Avalanches beat him to the draw), but he arguably was the one to make the genre truly sexy and fun. Backini’s debut exhibits a love for both dance music and jazz, and the resulting songs are often fusions of danceable downtempo and luscious jazz. His sampling is surprisingly restrained considering his eclecticism (save the decidedly nostalgic Nick-at-Nite funk of “Company B-Boy”); Quickenden can take a single sample and gently draw out all of its beauty (“Where R U,” “Istanbul,” “Go Go Killer”), and even his dense, fast pieces seem humble (“Dreamer,” “Champagne Flute”). While Endtroducing nailed sampling to a science and Since I Left You made it a party, Backini breathed further life into it by exploring the minute details of the process and crafting them into something instantly memorable.

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Merriweather Post Pavilion

Animal Collective – Merriweather Post Pavilion [2009]

On their ninth album, Animal Collective tread ground between experimentalism and accessibility like never before, using electronics to craft a challenging but enjoyable psychedelic pop album. You don’t have to think with an open mind to appreciate “My Girls,” “Summertime Clothes” or “Brother Sport,” but they still sound like no other hit singles in the history of pop. They only scratch the surface of this album’s accomplishments, though, and every song here is a gem, some appealing to Animal Collective’s noisier instincts (“Taste,” “Lion in a Coma”) and others more melodic (“In the Flowers,” “Bluish”), but everything here is, shamelessly, really catchy and happy, and that’s probably the reason that Merriweather Post Pavilion has more balls than any other Animal Collective album.

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Univers Zen ou de zéro à zéro

Acid Mothers Temple & the Melting Paraiso U.F.O. – Univers Zen ou de zéro à zéro [2002]

I haven’t listened to every Acid Mothers Temple album such that I can say with certainty that Univers is their greatest achievement, but really, who has that kind of time? Shit, the last time I got an AMT album was 2007’s Crystal Rainbow Pyramid Under the Stars, and apparently they’ve made ten albums since. For a bunch of stoners that make records with a similar noise rock style (many of which are forgettable) what seems like every month, it surprises me that they have made at least one album that is transcendent, a monolith of the Japanese noise scene that touches on all of the band’s strengths within massive suites. Heavy metal, punk, psychedelia, folk, noise, even blues- it’s all here.

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Labor Days

Aesop Rock – Labor Days [2001]

Aesop Rock’s breakthrough album rings disturbingly true for many people in the working world, and the fact that Aesop Rock was working full time as a waiter during the creation of Labor Days makes its overall concept all that more genuine. But it is the execution of the album that is truly impressive. Aesop’s delivery is uncompromising, funny, intelligent, and without match in flow. His brilliant, philosophical, often cross referential lyrics seem endless, and are held up by a rock solid albeit rough foundation of production from Aesop himself. The subtle eastern flavor and harrowing dynamics of the music highlights his mystical, burning representation of the plight of the working person. One would be hard pressed to find a more challenging and rewarding hip hop album than Labor Days, in any era.

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Sea Change

Beck – Sea Change [2002]

With Sea Change, Beck Hansen made his very own Blood on the Tracks; comparing the man to Dylan may seem hasty but there is little doubt that this album did many of the same things for Beck, putting his raw emotion over a painful breakup on display and showing a strong clarity in songwriting. While Beck had made folk songs since the very beginning and advanced them to a higher, more refreshing level on Mutations, those albums felt all over the board and unfocused. Sea Change is unapologetically melancholy and dramatic all the way through, and although it would be a bald faced lie to call it a fun listen like Mellow Gold or Odelay, it is the closest we have ever come to being inside his head, and although we may know him as an Asshole, Loser and Jackass already (in the best ways!), we see him here as as a human.

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Akuma no Uta

Boris – Akuma no Uta [2003]

By 2003, Boris had been hammering the Japanese underground for ten years with a repertoire so diverse that it bordered on ridiculous. Heavy metal, sludge, drone, noise, punk, and experimental music were all par for the course and they had already produced their fair share of cult hits before Akuma no Uta, which pulls all of their interests together into a compact, explosive set of songs. But this is more than a band playing the best cards in their hand or trying to be fully representative. Boris clearly realize the strengths and weaknesses of all of their interests and tailor the album’s structure with subtle cleverness, working its way to an ending for the history books. Akuma no Uta was by no means the first great Boris album, and they would go on to make several more great “anything goes” albums, but it proved that they could go beyond genre and produce music of their own breed.

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In Rainbows

Radiohead – In Rainbows [2007]

Looking back on it, it seemed difficult at the time to separate In Rainbows with it’s now famous pay-what-you-want innovation that has had people chattering about it since. Although it is important to look at this album on it’s own, there was something telling about stripping their music of any stated value (at least for one album). Right about when people were questioning the validity of claims that Radiohead were the most important band of the past twenty years, they had the balls to express that the issue was completely out of their hands. But when they keep releasing albums this cohesive and memorable, they aren’t doing much to argue their dominance.

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The Reminder

Feist – The Reminder [2007]

On Let it Die, Feist showed herself to be a humble yet vital musician, but on The Reminder she’s a full blown star. The album is not a complete departure from the delicate pop music on Let it Die, and we’re still reminded of why we appreciate Feist so much as a vocalist and songwriter. But what sets The Reminder apart is its utter refusal to let up with jaw-dropping highlights. And we can’t just point to the singles for this massive success, although they are certainly an amazing set. Not everything here is as catchy as “I Feel it All” and “1234,” but I’ll be damned if the suite of complementary songs “The Park” and “The Water” aren’t just as memorable, and what else can we call “Brandy Alexander” besides great modern folk music?

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Z

My Morning Jacket – Z [2005]

They charmed country rockers with The Tennessee Fire, came into themselves on At Dawn and won over a wider audience with It Still Moves – It seemed as if My Morning Jacket were unstoppable in 2005, but they were still, perhaps justly, pidgeonholed as the new face of Southern Rock. Without leaving behind their roots, My Morning Jacket became Rocketmen Elton John style and flew to New York, L.A., and everywhere in between before launching beyond the stratosphere. Z is above all its other elements a pop album, and My Morning Jacket give melody ultimate precedence: “Gideon,” “Off the Record” and “Anytime” are obvious choices for some of the 2000’s greatest pop-rock tunes, and their singalong penchant even works its way into possibly the greatest song you can’t sing along to (at least during the chorus) as well as the bossanova shine of “Knot Comes Loose.”

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Sakura

Susumu Yokota – Sakura [2000]

After spending the 1990s producing some of Japan’s most loved underground house music, Susumu Yokota delved into his artier instincts and produced an ambient masterwork, Sakura, which is as possessing as it is soothing. Fitting it’s cover art perfectly, Sakura is both elegant and sparse, natural and meticulously crafted. Though the core of the album is ambient music, what makes it most interesting is that it always can also be called something else: “Genshi” recalls his earlier house style, “Hisen” is whimsically experimental and the jazzy “Naminote” broods with an urban rush, and a vast majority of the album reflects on Yokota’s interest in both Japanese and Western classical music. For ambient music, Sakura is a very uneasy album, and the more you listen to it the more unnerving it sounds while still preserving its stable tranquility. It’s an album that keeps us listening on the edge of our seats in anticipation of something that never really comes, and like all great ambient music, speaks for itself.

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Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt II

Raekwon – Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Pt II [2009]

The first installment of Only Built 4 Cuban Linx was a youthful, raw, head nodding masterpiece presented by rap’s new greats. On Pt II, you can really only sit and listen in fear at the game’s vets; Raekwon now rules his environment more than ever. As efficient as he is, the world of Cuban Linx Pt II is of chaos, and we see it’s ugly cross-section, everything from big business to the actual cooking of crack. The entire crew is in full force here: Ghost sounds like a bull out of the pen on the Dilla produced “House of Flying Daggers,” GZA kills it on his only verse appearance on “We Will Rob You” and Raekwon, with his cool composure and electrifying charisma more than leads the army; he controls and elevates it, drawing the best out of RZA, making the initially crusty Dre productions sound like the work of Pharrell and snaking the audience through the most uncompromising Wu album since Liquid Swords. And we listen with the lights out and eyes wide open.

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Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia

The Dandy Warhols – Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia [2000]

Expanding the Dandy Warhols’ unique brand of glam-psychedelic-pop to an art with their most eclectic album to date, Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia is continuous and cohesive, and for that reason alone it makes how damn fun it is a shocker when considering its ambition. Even the psychedelic jams here that harken back to as early as Dandys Rule OK sound meticulously crafted, and numbers such as “Godless,” “Mohammed” and “Sleep” are successes of both texture and melody. And when the Dandys get playful (“Country Leaver,” “Solid,” “Shakin’”), just try not to get involved. Hell, they even walked away with a radio mega-hit. I’ve always felt that the Dandys have been both loved and hated for their style (you can’t authorize cool, after all), but if there will be any reminder in the future of their standalone musicality, Thirteen Tales will cement their special place in pop music.

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Night Ripper

Girl Talk – Night Ripper [2006]

People like club anthems you can shake your ass to, pop hits you can sing along to and indie rock you can air-guitar to, so why don’t we just combine them all so everyone is happy at once? It doesn’t take a biomedical engineer to figure out that simple math, and Greg Gillis showed up to the mashup scene ten years too late to be groundbreaking. So why is it that Night Ripper is still the quintessential 2000s party album, and why does everyone still yell out “Hell yeah!” whenever they hear one of their favorite samples on it? You can say it’s a number of things: perhaps the speed and enthusiasm with which Gillis constructs these progressive pieces, his adoration for a plethora of genres or his zen-like handling of his and our favorite musical moments. Rationalize this as much as you want, but you’ll still get down to it, because it’s a hell of a lot of fun.

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Rossz csillag alatt született

Venetian Snares – Rossz csillag alatt született [2005]

Who would have thought that one of the most revered electronic albums of the decade would have come from breakcore mad scientist Aaron Funk? Well believe it. Just about the only album in Funk’s discography that truly earns its impact on its own terms, Rossz csillag is a concept album about pigeons that I would argue ranks among the greatest of modern classical compositions. Of course it isn’t the first album to combine breakbeats and classical music (we have Richard D. James Album to thank for that), but Rossz csillag is nonetheless a energizing and moving listen. I am picturing myself at a ripe age in a symphony hall watching a full orchestra take on this album in its entirety, Funk watching with old, wise eyes from a box seat.

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The Eraser

Thom Yorke – The Eraser [2006]

Was there a better idea in 2006 than Thom Yorke making a glitch album? Alright, it seems too easy, and he doesn’t always hit home runs. I can admit that I have no idea what “I want to eat your artichoke heart” means (if anything), but it hits me every time like a wrecking ball. You can make plenty of arguments for pretension here and if you aren’t a Radiohead fan this will only drive you further away, but those of us who followed Yorke up until The Eraser were treated with a startling album defined by subtle gestures. Yorke’s singing takes a backseat to his songwriting and simple but effective laptop productions, which seem at breaking point under the weight of depersonalization and claustrophobia. It’s easy to write off this album when comparing it to Radiohead’s discography and more complex experimental electronic music, but it would be a shame to fail to recognize its brilliance.

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Fleet Foxes

Fleet Foxes – Fleet Foxes [2008]

By the time this album came out, no one needed any reminding that great Americana was still in full force and being made on a regular basis, but Fleet Foxes still felt like a punch to the face. When we came to, it seemed as if folk music was the standard for indie music and the U.S.A. had transformed into the freaking Shire for about a year. It was hard not to be spellbound by this album, with its tender instrumentation, reminiscing lyrics and yeah, those damned vocal harmonies that have been so sadly underused for decades. It was immediately hailed as a Summer classic, but it was the perfect soundtrack to the leaves turning in Autumn, breathed life into the dead winter and felt rejuvenating in Spring. By the time all of the seasons made their rounds with this on our radar, it’s mythological mood and spirited melodies had already solidified it as an American classic.

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Give Up

The Postal Service – Give Up [2003]

It’s easy to acknowledge Give Up for its significance in popular music as opposed to its actual quality, but seriously, just spin this once and it’s easy to hear. This album brought electronic pop music to a wider audience for a damn good reason; it is one of the most consistent indie records of all time, and easily the height of the careers of both artists involved. Jimmy Tamborello’s production perfectly surrounds Ben Gibbard’s aching lyrics, and the two elements turn the potential weaknesses of one another into bonafide successes. It may be a continuous cash-in of one trick (soft electronic beats, airy symphonics, sing-along-able pop melodies), but it’s one hell of a trick, and the excellent songwriting here is what makes this album one of electronic pop’s greatest.

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The Disintegration Loops

William Basinski – The Disintegration Loops [2001-2003]

Placing this album anywhere on this list was terribly hard. William Basinski’s massive, four album set The Disintegration Loops isn’t really something that one likes or dislikes or even assign a value to, so much as something that one experiences and takes for what it is. It does require some background information; Basinksi was digitizing old tape loops that were literally disintegrating (carbon pieces falling from the reel), and he just happened to finish up the recordings on September 11th 2001. He and his friends ran the equipment up onto the roof and the result is a project inseparable from its circumstances and yet still timeless. The technical aspects of the project may mark it as avant-garde that is more important than it is enjoyable, but getting lost in The Disintegration Loops‘ echoes and being touched by their mortality is an incredibly easy process.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

Phoenix – Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix [2009]

When all is said and done, Phoenix have made some of the most loved songs of this decade. On that inevitable day that Best of Phoenix comes out, there is going to be an awful lot of rabbling about the selection, but it’s going to sell (or at least download) like The Eagles’ Greatest Hits. Phoenix are more important as artists and songwriters than as a producer of albums, and having to chose one to best represent them seems arbitrary, but I can’t help mentioning their latest, which is incidentally their most cohesive to date. All this talk of sunsets make me really worried that that Best Of album will come sooner than we would like, but Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix is reassurance that this band will be more fondly remembered than sorely missed.

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Rainbow

Boris with Michio Kurihara – Rainbow [2006]

Boris have made several great albums that consolidate their strengths, but their first collaboration with Michio Kurihara seems to pull together a set of ideas that are completely new. It’s still heavy metal, and to an extent drone, but what is more important here is that Boris and Kurihara are skilled songwriters, and we often forget that behind their production values. What you’ll remember on Rainbow are the tunes, their style retro and delivery spacey. We’ve never heard Boris be nearly as deliberately emotional as they are on songs like the gentle “Rainbow” (Wata SINGS!), the atmospheric “Shine,” the funky build of “Sweet No. 1″ and the ambient glow of “…And, I Want”.

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More Adventurous

Rilo Kiley – More Adventurous [2004]

I barely ever listen to Rilo Kiley in my free time, because their style of music doesn’t interest me, though they are probably beyond being pinned in a particular genre at this point. And yet every time I have listened to any of their albums or seen them live, I’ve had my ass kicked. As far as the albums go, More Adventurous is the one in particular that deserves the brownie points on merit alone of being the most literate and lyrically complex album that I can remember hearing, relentless and challenging in its content. Songs ask innumerable questions and provide evidence that can only lead the listener towards their own answers. Trains of thought double back before reaching conclusions, fairy tales of falling in and out of love are spun, and both life and death are celebrated and mourned. This is an album that I simply could not dismiss how hard I tried, and it didn’t take too long before I didn’t care to anymore. It feels good to be idiosyncratic. I do love this.

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The Tired Sounds Of

Stars of the Lid – The Tired Sounds Of [2001]

In the history of ambient manifestos, the ’70s had Music for Airports, the ’80s had Structures from Silence, the ’90s had the Selected Ambient Works series and now the the ’00s have The Tired Sounds of Stars of the Lid. What it has to say about ambient music is a little more understated than its predecessors, though; the album moves in hazy, continuous waves of dreamy sound that leave little resolved and even less clearly stated (the wordy titles are the most we get as far as tangible concepts go). But the music is undoubtedly ambitious and sprawling, delivering snapshots in time and space within suites as well as standalone tracks. Naming highlights is a fruitless process, and it’s difficult to nail down essentials to anything less than the full tracklist. By the end of it I always find that it earns its collective impact as a development, it’s astral tones echoing back and forth until they have formed a flawless whole.

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And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out

Yo La Tengo – And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out [2000]

The idea of Yo La Tengo making an album of love songs seems like the most natural thing in the world, so it’s a bit of a surprise it took them fifteen years to actually do it. More than worth the wait though; And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out is yet another Yo La Tengo masterwork comparable to Painful and I Can Hear The Heart… Actually, the title of the latter seems just as applicable as Inside-Out, and it sounds as if the band are pouring out their most intimate, internal emotions. On You Can Have it All, Georgia Hubley gently sings “If you want my heart, take it baby…” I can’t think of a band I could be more flattered by having been given their all.

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You & Me

The Walkmen – You & Me [2008]

The most important place for the Walkmen is of course New York City, but my favorite Walkmen album sees them leaving home. As its title suggests, You & Me album is mostly about love, but like many great stories, this love is viewed from an unusual context: The Adriatic Sea, Cabo San Lucas, Barcelona, the Caribbean. The Walkmen’s classical delivery congeals fantastically with the international styles they explore here, but You & Me is hardly a walk on the beach. Hamilton Leithauser’s yearning vocals and bittersweet lyrics ache with more emotion than he has ever delivered before, and we get the feeling that these songs are fleeting memories more than they are current events. It’s a good sign for an album if you don’t even have to close your eyes to be taken to a different place.

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Crystal Castles

Crystal Castles – Crystal Castles [2008]

What is most impressive about Toronto duo Crystal Castles’ debut is how much ground it covers within its limited genre of visceral 8bit video game techno, shown by its wealth of utterly unique songs and seemingly endless stream of “holy shit” moments. The excellent singles (“Alice Practice,” “Crimewave,” “Air War,” “Courtship Dating”) may be representative of the album’s strengths, but the highlights don’t stop there. The otherworldly vocals on “Untrust Us,” the chopped up aggression of “Xxzxcuzx Me,” the steadily developing groove of “Magic Spells,” the dance floor demon “Black Panther”… And if the final, show stopping “Tell Me What to Swallow” doesn’t slap you in the face and make you believe that Crystal Castles are capable of transcending their reputation, well, something else here probably already did.

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Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots

The Flaming Lips – Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots [2002]

The Soft Bulletin may have been the most accomplished album by the Flaming Lips, but it certainly was not the last great album. Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots is the most advanced the band’s sound has ever been, and yet another wonderful set of songs that meld together into a grand, lush album. But also in its possession are some of the bands most immediate and touching  singles, which The Soft Bulletin does not quite deliver in as great a breadth.  “Fight Test,” “Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 1,” “Ego Tripping At The Gates of Hell,” “It’s Summertime,” and of course the timeless “Do You Realize?” are all in the run for both catchiest and most sophisticated pop songs ever. Only one of the world’s most talented bands could ever make an album about such magical content so heartwarming and human.

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And the Glass Handed Kites

Mew – And the Glass Handed Kites [2005]

Alright, “progressive dreampop” isn’t exactly the most likely genre combo to be successful, but any Mew fan will probably be the first to remind you of that. And that’s probably what makes And the Glass Handed Kites so impressive in the first place; it shows Mew taking disparate ideas, weaving them together and being really passionate about what they are doing. The Danish band love rock music just as much as they love texture, which explains why they can pull off featuring J. Mascis and cranking out catchy riff rockers and name songs shit like “The Seething Rain Weeps for You” on the same damned album, and why we buy into every second of it.

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Let it Die

Feist – Let it Die [2004]

Listening to Let It Die is like an old fashioned practice; Leslie Feist whispers gentle lyrics of love and heartbreak over delicate, mostly piano-based melodies, and we listen intently with a gentle sensitivity. The album harkens back to a time when pop music was either heard on a phonograph or in a piano lounge, and when vocals meant much more. People make albums of music like this all the time, but what differentiates Feist are her distinctive, intimate vocals and her sense of songwriting adventure which takes the listener from somewhere not even on a map to a New York City penthouse and back again with ease.

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Lesser Matters

The Radio Dept. – Lesser Matters [2003]

The Radio Dept. had stiff competition and little chance to really fall into place in indie pop. Trailing the release of The Postal Service’s Give Up by a single month, Lesser Matters is a  humble, sentimental lo-fi electronic pop album of a largely uniform style. The Radio Dept. never hit it big, but Lesser Matters guaranteed a place for them immediately with its warm production and genuine lyrics which outline realistic life problems with a playful sense of adventure. Some dots can be connected to shoegaze and dreampop (“Keen On Boys” sounds like it’s coming live from a sauna), but Lesser Matters is largely a unique, stylized effort that brings genuine gravity to everyday events.

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Supreme Clientele

Ghostface Killah – Supreme Clientele [2000]

On one hand, Ghostface Killah’s borderlilne nonsensical lyrics may make him seem less threatening than his Wu-Tang brethren due to sheer lack of intelligibility, but it’s actually what makes him the most vicious and unpredictable of the bunch, especially when he’s leading the pack. His James Joyce-like free associative lyrics range from playful to apocalyptic, and they meld with his fast paced, caustic delivery perfectly. But we’d known about all that since Enter the Wu-Tang. What’s cool about Supreme Clientele is that while it is still very much a Wu-Tang album, it owes little to nothing to its predecessors and bravely moves from one unique idea, producer and style to another, much like Ghost’s relentless delivery.

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Lamentate

Arvo Pärt – Lamentate [2005]

As a classical musician, Arvo Pärt’s output naturally isn’t exactly album-based, and many of his best releases are compilations. But Lamentate is mostly a single segmented work, save the beginning inclusion of the lovely peace-call “Da Pacem Domine”. “Lamentate” itself is a work of staggering emotion, specifically sadness, crystallized into music. The pieces range from agony to grief to desperation to loneliness, most making use of Pärt’s talent for capitalizing on silence, which resonates here as a destructive force beyond comprehension. An essential composition, Lamentate is proof that even sixty years into his career, Arvo Pärt is still pushing his boundaries and is one of the most talented composers in the world.

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Body Riddle

Clark – Body Riddle [2006]

It’s hardly debatable that Chris Clark was one of the most important electronic artists of Warp’s second decade. Clarence Park and Empty the Bones of You had obvious peaks of genius, but as wholes they felt like fragmented collections of songs. Body Riddle was where Clark’s brilliance found a cohesion, and it is a continuous, fully formed work. The title is appropriate; the album is a cerebral puzzle, one that rewards repeated listens with great rewards, not unlike other more difficult Warp touchstones such as Selected Ambient Works Volume 2, LP5 and Geogaddi. It’s sensible that it was around this time that Chris Clark shortened his name to simply “Clark”; he more than earned the shorthand with this album, his finest achievement and a turning point for his consistently great career.

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Nothing Changes Under the Sun

Blue States – Nothing Changes Under the Sun [2000]

Blue States’ debut album of spacey synths and mountain-high rhythms started off ambient techno in the new millennium with a bang, effectively fusing the genre with jazz and maximizing its appeal for home audiences. Moon Safari comparisons may hold some legitimacy, but Nothing Changes Under the Sun does more than just subtract the French cheese and a couple hundred thousand in sales. Andy Dragazis lets his rhythms run to their full potential and builds jazzy compositions with sweeping harmonies over them, resulting in an album that can’t manage to stop delivering high points while keeping its cool composure. Nearly a decade later it has aged wonderfully, a quiet monolith of new millenium electronica.

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Vampire Weekend

Vampire Weekend – Vampire Weekend [2008]

Ok, I’ll bite. There really isn’t anything challenging about Vampire Weekend. Maybe the hardest thing is not cringing at the fact that they are singing about punctuation and Louis Vuitton. African Pop? Bait and switch. You need literally no background knowledge of any sort to appreciate what these guys do on this album of Mothersbaugh-esque chamber pop. But I’ll tell you what it is: a punk record. Yeah, that’s right. Sure, no glue is being sniffed and they’re a bunch of cardigan-wearing cream puffs, but making pop music with absolutely no strings attached was just about the most punk thing you could do in 2008, and at its core this is one of the most honest, fearless pop albums of the decade.

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Since I Left You

The Avalanches – Since I Left You [2000]

Picking up where DJ Shadow left off in 1996, The Avalanches expanded on retro sampling with their only album release, Since I Left You. Both albums sound like they resonate from a crackly AM radio, but while DJ Shadow filtered nostalgia through a prism of melancholy, this music is gloriously happy with a touch of longing. It is shamelessly a shimmering pop synthesis of genres that people already look back on with fondness: soul, R&B, swing, hip hop, dance and retro sampling. It’s overall product is a continuous album that is endlessly replayable and fun. While listening to Since I Left You, it is difficult not to regard the album with the giddy excitement with which they themselves regard musical buried treasure.

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XX

The xx – XX [2009]

Talk about greatest album covers of all time: pointed, encroaching blackness behind a pure white figure which dims and warps subtly the longer you stare at it. It easily ousts Merriweather Post Pavilion’s illusory silliness. This album is black licorice, the kind of vintage, no-tricks sexy that you couldn’t get at a burlesque. The xx’s cheap sex and cigarettes are both their greatest strength and their most considerable weakness. This album is a quiet thrill with a unique, bare bones style: With its simple drum machine, pulsing bass tones and Romy Madley Croft’s subtly slurred vocals, XX sounds like it was birthed in a single night. For that reason, it ends up more than just a humble album; it sounds like a peek through a window, revealing only part of a greater story. It’s unlikely that with the modesty the xx have that they will ever rise to stardom, but in that sense they’re ten steps ahead of the game in becoming legends, this album their chilling definitive statement.

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Return to Cookie Mountain

TV on the Radio – Return to Cookie Mountain [2006]

Return to Cookie Mountain might be the aural equivalent of George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead: In their claustrophobic, terrifying world of sound, TV on the Radio are their own worst enemies. Tunde Adebimpe and Kyp Malone yowl in anguish of lost love, addiction and terrifying transformation over crashing drums and jagged guitars. But their self-deprecation is hardly sympathy-seeking. What is really weird about this album and what sets it apart from the aforementioned fellow cult-hit is that in the face of all of its conflicts, it seems to find a solution in its conclusion, breaking into a blinding dawn after stumbling through the darkest night. Maybe that was a clever foreshadowing to the invigorating victory lap of Dear Science. They deserved it after this, their toughest battle in their ugliest hour.

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The Glow Pt. 2

The Microphones – The Glow Pt. 2 [2001]

It’s kind of hard for me to believe that this album came out in the twenty first century. I feel like it has been around for longer, gaining trunk-rings and turning leaves for decades. But it doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere in the twentieth century either. With The Glow Pt. 2, Phil Elvrum achieves a superb level of control without sacrificing his free-form style, and the result, not just in spite of its occasional chaos but because of it, feels wholly natural and timeless. The turn of the century was typically deeply concerned with time-crunching, degradation in the face of technology and the fear of creating new legacy; in general, most of these fascinations lay in things unnatural. The Glow Pt. 2, however, is wholly organic, and those themes only exist as distant lights on the horizon. Primarily, Elvrum takes on the most complex and relevant issue of all; the self.

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( )

Sigur Rós – ( ) [2002]

How can I even begin to describe this, an album that doesn’t even have a title and is allegedly composed of a void (you can even HEAR the parentheses, for Christ’s sake)? It’s not that it’s impossible to describe, just difficult to do justice to. To say this album is full of slow moving, melancholy post-rock is just about the least attractive thing I could imagine saying about any album. But ( ) is all of these things as well as cold, warm, dense, sparse, and much more. Oh yeah, and it contains eight of Sigur Rós’ greatest songs, all of them utterly moving. Listen and then try doing better than I just did, I dare you. I’ll bet Sigur Rós would be proud that this album finds us as speechless as it found them.

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Kill the Moonlight

Spoon – Kill the Moonlight [2002]

Each Spoon album has felt like a systematic advance over the last, but to many their fourth album may have felt like a step backwards. Spoon had always shown that less was more with their music, but Kill the Moonlight took those ideas to the extreme. Songs are subtly built up with simple melodic shards, and at first glance they don’t sound much different than the band’s previous work, but closer inspection reveals their intricacy. “Stay Don’t Go,” for example, may be constructed with the most simple of elements that anyone could have created, but it’s details and sequencing could only be the work of Spoon. Kill the Moonlight is in no way deceptive. It lays all of it’s spirit out on the table and somehow we wait, thinking we’re going to get to some kind of “point” or find an answer. On any other album that would be a sign of weakness, but here it is a great strength, and you only have to listen and find yourself incredibly satisfied by the end to see why that is.

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Akron/Family

Akron/Family – Akron/Family [2005]

One of the most representative artists in the neo freak-folk movement was Brooklyn based Akron/Family, and their self titled debut is one of the most memorable folk albums of its time. The concept is straightforward: accompany simple campfire melodies (some of the best melodies on record, as it happened), with sharp contrasts in delivery and production. The results are intriguing; the often bizarre idiosyncrasies make the songs distinctive and memorable, yet still warm and comforting. From the R2D2 bleeps and bloops of the opening “Before And Again,” to the lush synthesizers in “I’ll Be On The Water,” through the splashes of reverberation and recorded natural sounds on “Afford,” all the way to the crooked horns and vocals on “Franny/You’re Human,” Akron/Family is loaded with highlights that feel like fragments of great folklore with surreal modern contexts. Although quite strange, an album as warm and intimate as this is a rarity.

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Endless Summer

Fennesz – Endless Summer [2001]

For what is certainly one of the most revered glitch albums of all time, it is a natural question to ask, “what would we get if we took the glitch away?” The answer: probably elevator music. Endless Summer sputters and whirs, grinds and distorts the simplest and least interesting of melodies into masterpieces. I’ve heard many claim that at its heart this album is Beach Boys pop, and I wouldn’t argue, but to me its heart is only mechanically important, much less the point than than its brain, which can’t seem to get a full grasp on things. We’ve all experienced this before, revisiting a childhood vacation locale ten years later to realize it’s not half as cool as we remember it. Endless Summer touches people so internally because it imitates the way memory works, scratchy and imperfect. Thus, the real secret of this album is that said “Summer” ended a long time ago, and we just can’t bear to leave it behind.

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Souvenirs d'un autre monde

Souvenirs d'un autre monde

Alcest – Souvenirs d’un autre monde [2007]

When Souvenirs came out, Neige said that he had never listened to shoegaze before. With that said, any shoegaze fan won’t be able to help raising an eyebrow at this album. It screams influences like Slowdive, Ride and the Catherine Wheel, but then I’ve also heard some people call it Black Metal, which seems ridiculous to me. Whatever the hell it is, it sure is purdy, and Neige has a sublime control over his dynamics and flowing melodies that make up these six multi-faceted epics. There is diversity within these songs too; the title directly translates to “Memories from Another World,” and there are heavenly soundscapes abound here, but the beginning of “Ciel Errant” sounds like the theme to your middle school dance, and we even get some double bass-drum metallic edge on “Les Iris”. Maybe this is some kind of heavy metal after all. If it is, it definitely blurs the line.

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Guero

Beck – Guero [2005]

I’ll never forget my experiences with  Guero, quite possibly my favorite Beck album. I’ve heard it be written off more times than I can count and I’m sick of it. This is, to me, just about the definitive Summer album. Sunny pop pieces like “Girl,” rockers “E-Pro” and “Rental Car,” lazy head-nodders “Missing” and “Earthquake Weather,” hilarious experiments “Que Onda Guero” and “Hell Yes;” all among Beck’s greatest. By this time, the album may have seemed to many to be typical, and I can see why. He makes writing such good, unique tunes sound effortless, and his delivery on Guero is tame, even relaxed with its South-of-the-border style, but Guero is by no means a lazy album. Beck clearly had to work hard to squeeze out so many thoroughly enjoyable songs, simultaneously stylized and diverse. If typical Beck is this fun, then we only have further evidence that he’s one of the greatest songwriters around.

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Vivian Girls

Vivian Girls – Vivian Girls [2008]

Many would claim the Vivian Girls had everything going against them, having blossomed in a time when pop-punk was out of style and hipster backlash could have killed a group with such honest intentions, but this album speaks for itself; It sounds like it could level a city, and the most frequent adjective thrown around to describe it is appropriately “apocalyptic.” Think an atom bomb painted pink; Vivian Girls is noisy and destructive, and any semblance of cute is rendered stark and devastating by its surroundings. But what really shines here is Cassie Ramone’s combination of syrupy sweet vocals and dark lyrics, which perfectly congeal with this album’s instrumental grit.

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For Emma, Forever Ago

Bon Iver – For Emma, Forever Ago [2007]

Musically, 2007 was a year of detail and complexity: Kala subverted all expectations on a song by song basis, Untrue unfolded a world of dark secrets and For Emma, Forever Ago…uh, well, actually ended up being exactly what it sounded like, a dude in a cabin in Wisconsin with a guitar. I may have spent more time thinking about those other albums, but I remember every moment on Emma because there aren’t any tricks here. Alright, ambition is important, but the term is often consigned to experimentation and advancement. Justin Vernon was ambitious on this album in the classical sense. We get albums like this once in a blue moon, albums that settle in with you and become an important part of your life for their duration. More than anything, we needed Bon Iver in 2007, because we always need reminding that honesty never goes out of style.

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Stankonia

Outkast – Stankonia [2000]

By now we have recognized Outkast as one of the most important singles bands of the 2000s, and before the turn of the century we already knew they were an important album band, but Stankonia cemented both concepts. The sprawling hip hop funk masterpiece is loaded with memorable songs, a vast majority of which could have passed for singles even though only a few of them did. But what is really special about Stankonia, as well as the interplay of Andre 3000 and Big Boi, is how they function as a whole, resulting in not only one of the most fun albums I’ve ever heard but also one of the most underhandedly affecting. It’s hard to not dance to “Humble Mumble” and “B.O.B.” is possibly Outkast’s most electrifying performance, but the custody war saga “Ms. Jackson” will hit you like a brick wall, and the suicide story “Toilet Tisha” is worthy of discussion in a sociology symposium. Thus, Outkast crafted a fierceley dual-themed album, ironically their last with any real unity as a group. Yes, “Hey, Ya!” is good, clean fun. But great music isn’t always clean or polite. The truth can be unabashedly stanky.

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Night Piece

Shugo Tokumaru – Night Piece [2004]

Miles Davis once said, “Don’t play what’s there – play what’s not there.” Shugo Tokumaru’s debut album Night Piece seems to do just this, perhaps not in the exact way that Davis described his musical philosophy, but much like a wood block painting where musical subtleties are outlined by vast expanses of empty space that jut off into infinity. Night Piece reaches a sort of equilibrium where sweet melodies and subtle irregularities balance each other out. For this reason, the album is completely engaging and ambitious, but simultaneously warm and comforting. The humble melodies are often left bare and full, so that each pluck fills the massive space it inhabits and each rhythm takes confident control. Every song is a musical haiku, completely satisfied with its own simple beauty. Once you get comfortable with Night Piece, it might as well blanket your thoughts and really just make you extremely HAPPY for an indefinite number of plays.

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Geogaddi

Boards of Canada – Geogaddi [2002]

Boards of Canada followed up their masterful 1998 LP Music Has the Right to Children with Geogaddi, a lucid, potentially frightening pseudo-concept album. It’s underlying themes are not stated explicitly, but there is clearly a sonic narrative being told here. On paper, this music is much the same as Music Has the Right’s long I.D.M. pieces dispersed with short vignettes, but in actuality Geogaddi’s warped execution and form is Music inverted. Pieces warp and twist under their own energy, and around every turn the listener peers around, there lies yet another turn. Geogaddi is an album that rewards extended time spent with it and close examination, and every time the bigger picture comes closer, but remains just out of reach.

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Hail to the Thief

Radiohead – Hail to the Thief [2003]

After meticulously crafting the twin albums Kid A and Amnesiac, Radiohead were probably going to get ragged on no matter what they did here, and the fact that Hail to the Thief is as much a collection of songs as it is an album probably didn’t help their chances. Good news? Those songs fit together like jigsaws, and Thief still manages to be a cohesive album. Even better news? It contains many of their best songs, all unique, and none of them weak, although the album echoes of some kind of physical and mental damage. It is still their darkest album to date, and everything from haunting electronics to elegant acoustics to noisy rock resonate of crisis. Greatest news? This is yet another great Radiohead album, and we’ll be listening to it decades from now, parsing through it, just as amazed as we are with the rest. Bad news? Your world is falling apart.

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Microcastle / Weird Era Continued

Deerhunter – Microcastle / Weird Era Continued [2008]

While few albums weren’t effected by the internet in the 2000s, this might be the only album that was truly shaped by it. If Microcastle hadn’t leaked six months early and Bradford Cox hadn’t flipped a shit about it (and reasonably so), we might never have gotten the second disk of this album, Weird Era Continued, which itself subsequently leaked anyway. Make no mistake, Weird Era is no bonus disk; this album is proof that the double album can still pack a wallop, and Deerhunter blaze through two tireless disks of their unique and now perfected style of developmental dream-pop (if you can really call it anything except Deerhunter, dammit), and we’re left slack-jawed. “Agoraphobia,” “Vox Humana,” “Nothing Ever Happened,” “Backspace Century”… Aw forget it, just jump on this train and don’t get off.

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White Blood Cells

The White Stripes – White Blood Cells [2001]

Remember rock music before The White Stripes? Yeah, me neither. OK, I’ve got a little bit of a bias; White Blood Cells was one of the first rock albums I ever bought, and it shaped the development of my personal taste, but there is still something self-evidently brilliant here. It practically sounds like a Greatest Hits album (of course excluding the their two brilliant prior albums), albeit of a really off-the-wall underground band. White Blood Cells is loaded with gems, many of which found their way into American culture through media and radio play very fast (“Hotel Yorba,” “Fell in Love With A Girl,” “We’re Going to Be Friends”), but it is also in it for the long haul, delivering emotive pieces like “The Union Forever” and “This Protector.” The White Stripes proved that great rock bands can still thrive as adventurous, album-based units, and White Blood Cells was their most convincing proof.

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In a Beautiful Place out in the Country

Boards of Canada – In a Beautiful Place out in the Country [2000]

This is the only EP on this list, and it’s really no surprise. Scarcely any EPs from any decade even get close to this one, a collection of four songs from the Geogaddi sessions that perfect Boards of Canada’s style: chilled out, nature-oriented, nostalgic, beat-driven ambient techno. The songs here are not quite as disturbing as the songs on Geogaddi, but they still have their fair share of sonic details that just border between interesting and unnerving. As a result, these songs take on an otherworldly spiritual texture, but are still down to earth in form, structured much like the material on Music Has the Right to Children but advanced in technique.

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Original Pirate Material

The Streets – Original Pirate Material [2002]

Could there be a more appropriate commencement than “Turn the Page”? The Streets’ debut album Original Pirate Material was by no means the first UK garage album, but it felt like both the beginning and the end of big things. Most importantly, though, it showed Mike Skinner in his prime, with the vitality necessary to push garage and grime forward. He shows no hesitation in dressing his productions with aching, dramatic strings and pianos to depictions of typical UK post-rave culture. He elevates mundane situations (chance meetings on the street, trips to K.F.C., drunken stumbling) to near biblical levels of precedence, painting stark portraits of deep-seeded urban decay, not unlike the photograph by Rut Blees Luxemburg titled “Towering Inforno” which adorns the album’s cover. And somehow, interspersed among melancholy and anger, Skinner maintains an intelligent sense of humor and assures us that stars are aligning, weak are becoming heroes and the best thing we can do for ourselves is to stay positive. On one hand it’s easy to say he’s got a lot of nerve, the twerp, but it’s undeniable that he has tapped into something frighteningly close to the human condition, and we’ll likely be repeating his words even when his empire has fallen.

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Los Angeles

Flying Lotus – Los Angeles [2008]

Flying Lotus is not the future of hip hop. Flying Lotus is the future of music, and Los Angeles is the badge to prove it. With his second album, Steven Ellison melts down all of his influences (hip hop, electronic, jazz, among others) into a malleable form and shapes it to his liking to create a masterwork. Los Angeles is, as a result, a left-of-center album of the future, recalling those genres he loves but putting a completely new spin on them, forming a melting pot of ideas like the city from which it takes its name. Beats are off-tempo, sounds are diverse and highly distorted, and songs are unique and fresh. At times productions sound like they are limited by the sound register: “GNG-BNG”’s beats are too huge for their environment, “Camel” is nearly tangible and “Auntie’s Lock/Infinitum” brings Los Angeles to an inscrutable close. It’s not hard to see this being an influential electronic album, not only because it is unique but also because it is so dynamic, and if we still have artists like Flying Lotus pushing the boundaries of what is going on in modern music, the future looks bright.

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Rejoicing in the Hands

Devendra Banhart – Rejoicing in the Hands [2004]

There are a couple features which set Devendra Banhart apart from his peers: you could point a finger at his vocals, persistent weirdness or constant show of pubic hair as reasons he’s never going to be forgotten. But what gets him through the day on his second album on Young God is nothing more than sheer excellence in songwriting, and he is without peers in 2000s folk music. Rejoicing in the Hands is loaded with gems that are a pleasure to listen to, only bolstered by his unique vocals, but are for the most part left naked, and they succeed on their own terms. He can make his fingerpicking shine like the sun (“This is the Way”, “The Body Breaks”) or brood like a storm (“See Saw”), and the final product is fully formed and rounded. There is no reason that troubadours at crossroads shouldn’t be singing these songs for hundreds of years.

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Vision Creation Newsun

Boredoms – Vision Creation Newsun [2000]

When people talk about monumental albums, they don’t usually mean it in the literal sense of the word. Boredoms last major album feels like it could be a physical construction, something tangible and awesome. Instead, at least unless you’re on acid, Vision Creation Newsun is an spellbinding musical statement, and we are reminded that The Boredoms are capable of great focus and inspiration resulting in awesome things, here a progressive, free-form rock symphony. Vision Creation Newsun is the album where the Boredoms set a collaborative goal and power towards it with everything they’ve got. They really reach for the sky here, and they most definitely touch it.

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Funeral

Arcade Fire – Funeral [2004]

For me, the definitive moment of Arcade Fire’s debut album has always been the middle stretch of “Haiti” where Regine Chassagne sings over arugably the album’s catchiest hook “in the the forest we lie hiding/unmarked graves where flowers grow/hear the soldier’s angry yelling/in the river we will go.” It seems to embody the spirit of the album, that is, an incident frozen in time, either explicitly explained or implicitly suggested, where someone is there, living, loving and learning. Indeed, this happens on more than one occasion, and Funeral is a continuous string of crystallized humanity. While the album is named “Funeral“, it primarily recognizes death as a necessary component to life, and this puts all of its ambitious goals on a song by song basis into perspective. The love here is completely human, and it might be considered the 2000s’ indie prototype for that reason alone.

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Feels

Animal Collective – Feels [2005]

Feels may not be the first time Animal Collective operated in a certain way (Here Comes the Indian and Sung Tongs typically get high praise for just those reasons), but it sees them in top form, pulling all of their elements together with dazzling results. And interestingly enough, Feels is their album of love songs, and these whimsical pieces pulse with lovely pop sensibility. This doesn’t sound much different than what Of Montreal brought to the table with The Gay Parade, but what sets Animal Collective apart is their innovative pop structures, favoring formless ambient passages and noise influences just as much as they value catchy tunes.

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Hell Hath No Fury

Clipse – Hell Hath No Fury [2006]

Some moments on Hell Hath No Fury will have you believing that the Thornton Brothers find themselves literally invulnerable. They push, shove, and unflinchingly advertise themselves as the top of the coke game. But other times, their ultimate mortality casts its eye on them over piles of keys and cash. They know it’s there, and it’s killing them slowly. In the wake of a damning label controversy, Pusha T. and Malice teamed up with exclusive producers the Neptunes once again, and the result is a violently schizophrenic hip hop album, contrary to its unswerving confidence (thanks in part to Pharrell and Chad Hugo’s dirty, sparse production). Every track is fair game for best accomplishment claims: The middle Eastern burn of “Trill,” the guilty accordion confessional “Momma I’m So Sorry,” the desperate swagger of “Ain’t Cha”… Yes, they’re on a boat wit’cha bitch, but a storm is brewing.

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Ashes Grammar

A Sunny Day in Glasgow – Ashes Grammar [2009]

The latter half of the 2000s had one hell of a run for awesome shoegaze albums. Since 2005 we got at least one knockout a year, and A Sunny Day in Glasgow’s Ashes Grammar was and is the shoegaze album of 2009, in a big way. Their 2007 debut was interesting in its airy experimentation, but it too often found itself stuck in its own rules. Ashes Grammar does create its own musical grammar, syntax and vocabulary, but they are fluid, shifting freely from idea to idea, musical glossolalia. No, not improvisation; this album is meticulously planned, concrete, and pleasingly melodic. It won’t float away from you, and it is oddly familiar, even at first listen. Give these pieces a little time and they become as natural as breathing.

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The Moon and Antarctica

Modest Mouse – The Moon and Antarctica [2000]

In many ways, The Lonesome Crowded West was the left field success of the ’90s, gathering its strength from ideas obscured by situations, both unusual and frighteningly common. Hearing Modest Mouse go from there to The Moon & Antarctica, which wears its dark themes on its sleeves, was understandably a shock and a turnoff to many. Although it might not have the clever literacy of Lonesome Crowded West, Antarctica is an even more ambitious statement, further diversifying Modest Mouse’s sound with instrumentation that varies from warm to harrowingly cold and of course the words of Isaac Brock, one of the most underhandedly brilliant lyricists of all time. This album is of a rare kind, one that wants to be big and ambitious and succeeds with flying colors.

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New Amerykah Part One (Fourth World War)

Erykah Badu – New Amerykah Part One (Fourth World War) [2008]

It’s easy to miss Erykah Badu on the first track of New Amerykah. This is odd, because she sings and speaks throughout, but for some reason she melts into what is around her, a sloganeering p-funk styled boogie. She does this throughout the album, her voice hovering like a specter commanding all that it shares space with. This album has plenty you can shake your ass too, but also a lot you can only really listen to attentively in anticipation at. And then before you know it, it’s over. In short, this album sneaks up on you no matter how much you are paying attention, and somewhere along the line this chain of ambitious but subtle R&B gems becomes bigger than Erykah Badu, bigger than hip hop, religion, America. Most artists pray for that kind of achievement, but Badu steps up to the plate and actually earns it.

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Boris at Last -Feedbacker-

Boris – Boris at Last -Feedbacker- [2003]

Most of Boris’ grand achievements in the 2000s have been syntheses of their greatest elements. Boris at Last has, to me, always functioned as the band’s definitive metal statement despite the fact that it overlooks many of the band’s interests, namely punk and experimental  jamming. But it sure covers all the heavy metal bases: In five sprawling, unnamed suites, Feedbacker is a heavy metal opera, the kind of thing that people crowd around a stereo and nod their heads to in understanding. With massive buildups, walls of drone, cacophonous noise, cathartic screams and rock-hard riffing, this album may not have it all but it’s hard to imagine it sounding any more full. In a word, epic. And it has that timeless cover art too; the album practically gives its listeners a concussion, so I can only imagine what it would do to the creators.

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God Is Saying This to You...

Kurt Vile – God Is Saying This to You… [2009]

Kurt Vile’s most striking album is also his most irregular. God is Saying This to You is said to be a collection of obscurities, and clocking at under thirty minutes, half of these songs are experimental instrumentals. It sounds like it shouldn’t be fully formed, but why does this album hit like a ton of bricks? Vile’s songwriting is the culprit, and he is truly one of the decades finest folk singers. The aforementioned interludes are bitingly cerebral, and this carries over to the folk songs too. Vile is no stranger to good fun, but these songs are of a different breed. They transcend expression through music, because they don’t even sound like expression. They sound downright internal, deeply meditated thoughts and fleeting feelings of love and pain.

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The Ape of Naples

Coil – The Ape of Naples [2005]

Five years later and Coil’s final album, The Ape of Naples, still scares the living shit out of me. I can’t truly say that any other album can really affect me at every listen like that, although some could manage it for multiple listens before the shock wore off. But for some reason, I still can’t shake the vibe this one gives me. John Balance’s consumptive alcoholism was finally the death of him, and we get the feeling that he realized that this was happening. What makes The Ape of Naples so effective is that it is a process. No behind-the-door scare tactics, no twists. You see the degradation happening. It is easy to recognize the subject of it’s narrative arc from the beginning (the opening “Fire of the Mind,” which gave the album its original name, even sounds funereal), but that doesn’t make the following songs any less truly stunning, and I don’t know if there is anything to leave accountable besides frighteningly genuine musicianship.

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Guitar Romantic

The Exploding Hearts – Guitar Romantic [2003]

Please, hold me back now; how else can I help but gush about The Exploding Hearts? People listen to this album and they just know that the Hearts were something special. Granted, it does seem like this could have come out of a time machine from the ’70s, a pop-punk record unafraid to show its influences, but great pop music is timeless and Guitar Romantic is bursting with enthusiasm. “I’m a Pretender” should be instated as the nation’s official drinking song, “Throwaway Style” is a rare song that might actually be comparable to the Beatles and if there is any justice there will be always be High School punks somewhere outside a burger joint smoking to the sounds of “Sleeping Aids and Razorblades”. The rest of the story is painful but necessary to tell; their van flipped and three of them died. What can I say? Guitar Romantic makes me want to throw my hands up into the air, sing and dance. It’s an album that stands alone, not because of legacy but because of The Exploding Hearts’ obvious sheer love for craft.

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Gorillaz

Gorillaz – Gorillaz [2001]

Almost a decade after the fact, the debut album from Gorillaz feels less like a virtual pop experiment than it does an exercise in diversity. Sure, we had plenty of all-over-the-board albums this decade, but none of them as ambitious as this. Throughout the album, the songwriting of primary members Damon Albarn and Dan “the Automator” Nakamura lend themselves to developing ideas within and between their favorite genres like rock, electronic, hip hop, dub and punk over long periods of time spanning many songs each, and in the process blur the lines between all of them. The result, in my opinion, is the most underrated album on this list. It’s understandable that no one found it a masterpiece of any genre in particular; it may be spread out, but it’s spread out damn thick.

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Is This It

The Strokes – Is This It [2001]

My guess is that Is This It will be the first album on this list to be considered “classic rock.” Not because it is in any way antiquated; on the contrary this album still sounds fresh, and isn’t that what a classic is? It proves something that albums have proved for decades; there will never be an end to creative ways of doing rock ‘n roll. Julian Casablancas and company still pop my eyes out of my head on this one: The fast and melodic riffing, the uptempo rhythm section, and of course the heartbreaking vocals. These elements sounded like age-old standards when Is This It came out, and it’s hard to believe that The Strokes were the first to use them. It’s New York punk, definitely, but it sounds like it has been zoned in from somewhere else, although Casablancas even seems to doubt that this all can be pinned down: “In spaceships they won’t understand / And me? I ain’t never gonna understand.” That, my friends, is how classic albums are made.

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Saint Dymphna

Gang Gang Dance – Saint Dymphna [2008]

Saint Dymphna’s defining lyric comes from guest vocalist Tinchy Stryder on “Princes”: “Oh shit, Gang Gang!” From the opening moments of this album straight until the end, it’s clear that no one has their shit together better than Gang Gang Dance in 2008. Dymphna is a synthesis of cultures and sounds as well as a percussive explosion, not unlike the band’s past successes, but Saint Dymphna brings them to a completely different level. Gang Gang Dance are fearless, and no where else in indie or electronic music do you hear anything even remotely like these choice songs: The high-as-the-sky “Vacuum,” the down-the-rabbit-hole “House Jam,” the propulsive hip-swinging “First Communion,” the ethnic ambient pop of “Dust”… “Oh Shit, Gang Gang” indeed.

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Burial

Burial – Burial [2006]

We may have not known who Burial was, but his message was clear; the South London Boroughs are a very dark place, and you probably wouldn’t want to be there. With that said, it’s funny that his debut album and dubstep’s first true knockout is so salivatingly addictive. Burial puts atmosphere at the top of his priorities, and even the 2-step beats, propulsive as they are, are simply used as a catalyst to get to a more vivid ambiance. His sampling is also impeccable: the loading of handguns act as beats, Middle-Eastern strings blossom in fields of dead grass and musical structures teeter on the verge of collapse. It’s a fantastic portrait, but it’s hard to say of it’s really fantasy. In the new millennium, decaying urban grit might have been the most defining environment, and Burial captured that in music like no other.

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Alive 2007

Daft Punk – Alive 2007 [2007]

Without question Daft Punk were among the most important artists of the 2000s: With their larger than life productions and memorable singles they brought dance music and DJ culture to both mainstream and indie audiences. When “One More Time” comes on at a party, who can’t get down? But somehow their studio albums as wholes don’t quite cut it at describing exactly why Daft Punk were so brilliant; their shows, clearly, do. While listening to Daft Punk’s second live album, you may not have the legendary pyramid or the blinding lights, but the energy translates in full and Alive 2007 is an electrifying listen with aural fireworks that their studio albums can’t quite replicate. Though it ignites the hits and energizes many of the obscurities, Alive is much more than a retrospective; it shows a vital band at the height of their power, filling more than mere stadiums with energy and music.

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Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot [2002]

I’ve learned an awful lot from spending personal time with Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, and I know I am not the only one. I remember in particular listening to it while riding a city subway just for the hell of it, and it seemed to fit what I was doing perfectly. It moves at a slow, deliberate pace with a sort of grace to it, but it is by no means delicate. On the contrary, it is often fractured and dissonant, and it embodies the concept that music, as well as life, can be perfectly imperfect. For that reason it seems totally in place in the city, specifically Chicago, where at one point you may feel like you are in the center of everything and at other times feel like you are about as far from reality as you can get, slowly disintegrating with impersonal day to day routines. This all sounds pretty depressing, and at times it is, but when I’m listening to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, these themes are undercurrents to a collection of wonderful, experimental pop, rock, and folk music. This is timeless American music.

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Citrus

Asobi Seksu – Citrus [2006]

When it comes to shoegaze in the 2000s, I understand the desire for familiarity. There is warmth in many of the Slowdive and Ride sound-alikes out there, but to score points with me you need to really do something unique. Asobi Seksu’s symphonic sophomore album Citrus bridged the gap between rock, pop and ambitious atmospherics. It expands on the bands self titled debut by widening their sonic palette to be truly immersing, and yet it shreds and bounces, all within the same songs. This can be heard best in “Red Sea,” perhaps the most ambitious shoegaze track since Loveless. Yuki Chikudate’s singalong vocals seem completely at home with James Hannah’s audacious guitar work and flood of feedback. This album succeeds in bringing shoegaze out of itself. It is my belief that Citrus kills the genre by deeming it an unnecessary label, and no other recent band has exercised quite this much freedom with their interests.

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Third

Portishead – Third [2008]

Of all the late decade reunions, Portishead walked away with the best evidence to show. The reunited trip-hop heroes pull no punches here, and unreservedly deliver their most difficult and arguably their most rewarding album yet with Third. These are some of the most genuine songs I’ve heard in a long time, and just about all of them are terrifyingly heavy (even by the time you reach “Deep Water,” you’re most likely cowering in fear of the unseeable). Clearly Portishead have a deep understanding of not only their own musicality but also its effect on their listeners, and they know that exactly what may scare them off can keep them coming back. It’s easy to want to turn Third off when you hear the paranoid trip of “Nylon Smile” or the crawling on the ceiling head rush of “We Carry On,” and don’t even get me started on the utterly concussive “Machine Gun.” I’m convinced that the apocalypse will sound like “Threads.” These are just a few of the reasons that it is so easy to be drawn into Third’s dark energy and so hard to escape its grasp on your psyche. Beware of the rule of three.

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Donuts

J Dilla – Donuts [2006]

I often hear people questioning the true quality of J Dilla’s final album based on the circumstances surrounding its release. Dilla made most of Donuts from a hospital bed, and it was released only three days before his death of TTP. To me, Donuts‘ brilliance has always seemed quite self-evident, and the question of whether it would have gained the popularity that it has had Dilla not passed away is irrelevant; Dilla would never have made an album quite like this, loaded with romantic cut-and-paste soul haiku, emotional flourishes and acknowledgments of his brief time left – all at almost painfully short, bite-sized lengths – had he not only had a short amount of time to do it. It’s no surprise at all that Dilla has become one of the most namechecked artists of the latter half of the decade and that the echoes of Donuts can be heard everywhere. These songs, themselves constructed from lost vinyl gems, sounded like new standards from the beginning, and it’s likely that Dilla’s final statement will be on repeat in the hip hop world for a long time.

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Devotion

Beach House – Devotion [2008]

Although Baltimore-based Beach House haven’t changed their style much since their 2006 self-titled debut, their second album is much advanced beyond its predecessor. Devotion’s songs change frequently, segueing from one pastoral arrangement to another with ease, but frequently surprising with shreds of melancholy. Songs therefore seem to sputter with emotion, flickering lights through windows drenched in rain. At some points, the pieces are hushed tropical lullabies, and at the next moment booming, painful dirges. “You Came to Me” and “Holy Dances” evoke a heartwarming mysticism while others such as “Gila” and “Heart of Chambers” woefully lament. But the ultimate spirit is that of genuine, mature romance, which Legrand articulates so delicately in every song. She sings of love managing to overcome time and space as if reading from a book of hymns with ultimate faith, and she preaches a word we can’t help but hold on to and believe unconditionally.

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Arular

M.I.A. – Arular [2005]

Maya Arulpragasam was not the first artist to capture globalization in music, and by no means was she the first musical activist, but she was the one to garner the most discussion, controversy and popularity in the 2000s. With Arular, M.I.A. brought forth a new wave of dance music, relentless in it’s political and social observations and culturally collaborative in its musicality. You can hear the chaos of the Sri Lankan civil war which M.I.A. so stringently fought against on Arular in both M.I.A.’s lyrics as well as the production which receives assistance the likes of Diplo and Switch. Perhaps what is most amazing about this album is that it manages to be challenging and uncompromising while still being irresistible and fun. The dissonance that results from the inevitable groove elicited by this album’s non-stop energy paired with Arulpragasam’s bitter social observations is more than just discomforting; it takes a special kind of talent to get the masses dancing in opposition to genocide. Cutting edge.

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Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga

Spoon – Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga [2007]

This album is about as habit forming as morphine but without all the negative repercussions. I still need a little taste of it at least every few days (the louder the better), and when I get it I’m immediately happier. Some of the decade’s finest pop songs are on here, all of them simultaneously hummable and innovative. Take “The Ghost of You Lingers,” for instance: It still has the signature Spoon elements of hypnotic repetition and simplicity, but I always get the wind knocked out of me when the warped electronics come in. The song is unique, but its quality and ambition are not. Leave it to Spoon to make the catchiest album ever while still retaining their songwriting maturity; it seemed like the only thing they hadn’t done yet.

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And Their Refinement of the Decline

Stars of the Lid – And Their Refinement of the Decline [2007]

Taking six years to follow up the vastly successful The Tired Sounds Of, Stars of the Lid did pretty much the polar opposite of what anyone would have expected with their eighth album, even considering they had done just about everything else in their long career; they made a pop album. Granted, it is also still an ambient album and a drone album, but the melodies here are more pronounced than anywhere else in their career, and what we find is that when the Stars raise the tempo of their melodies even by just a couple non-existent beats per minute, they are pretty much the most legitimately talented songwriters of their genre. In the end, Their Refinement may not have the benefit of being the first masterpiece that Stars of the Lid made, but it is even more moving, and on a grander scope.

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Sigur Ros – Takk… [2005]

If Sigur Rós’ 1999 album Ágætis Byrjun was their defining statement and ( ) showed them at the height of their expressive power, Takk was the album where, as an established band of incredible talent, they could truly do whatever they wanted. Their sound doesn’t dip back into the experimentalism of Von, the hazy psychedelia of Ágætis or the melancholy of ( ), and we have yet another Sigur Rós album that sounds nothing like the rest. Here the band are more emotive than ever, and take on a more uptempo approach to many of the songs (“Hoppipolla,” “Gong,” “Saeglopur”), and craft achingly beautiful developments that take full advantage of accompanying string section Amiina. It’s completely arguable which Sigur Rós album is the best, but Takk is almost unquestionably their most free spirited.

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Amnesiac

Radiohead – Amnesiac [2001]

It’s not really surprising that Radiohead’s headiest album is also one of their most rewarding. Like Kid A, it contains its fair share of willfully difficult and abrasive moments, but it is just as gripping, paranoid and visceral. It digs to deep, uncomfortable places, and begins its ambitious process immediately (“After years of waiting, nothing came / and you realize you’re looking in the wrong place”). People seemed to think that Amnesiac was hodgepodge and messy upon release, and who can blame them after albums such as OK Computer and Kid A, that were meticulously crafted as seamless wholes? One of Amnesiac’s greatest strengths is that it is at times disjointed. Almost every serious Radiohead fan reaches a point of understanding with this album, and then asks themselves the million dollar question: How could they have possibly ever thought that Radiohead didn’t know exactly what they were doing?

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You Forgot It in People

Broken Social Scene – You Forgot It in People [2002]

Alright, so it’s the early part of the millennium and everything already seems stagnant. I’m walking around seeing kids with tight jeans and Fallout Boy t-shirts who are supposed to be emotional, and then there’s this album, by a band called “Broken Social Scene” for Christ’s sake. And then it turns out to be a playful, sophisticated, romantic album made by an ever-changing cast of adults. Yeah, this is an album that, to an extent, celebrates that we are all fucked up, but it is something else too. This is the sound of growing up, I am sure of it. There have been so many albums about the subject, but the reason why Broken Social Scene make You Forgot It In People transcendent is because they portray the process as continuous and collective.

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Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill

Grouper – Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill [2008]

The traces of melody scattered throughout Liz Harris’ previous albums may have made Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill a logical next step, but it didn’t do anything to soften the blow. Here the Portland singer/songwriter makes a full transformation to a folk artist, meticulously crafting a developmental melancholy album of subtle victories. At times we hear the most inviting songs that Harris has made up to this point (“Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping,” “A Cover Over,” “Fishing Bird”), but she hasn’t completely left behind her previously utilized drone and noise techniques, and an enveloping layer of reverberation hangs around this album. On the outside is blackness. The most we get from Grouper here are her melodies, barely recognizable lyrics and loosely related song titles. We only seem to get half of the pieces to this puzzle of an album, but we can be content leaving it unsolved, wrapped in warmth and broken beauty.

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Vespertine

Bjork – Vespertine [2001]

In 1997, Bjork released the heated, internal Homogenic, and it was her most violent and dramatic development yet in a career already filled with twists in turns. Her 2001 follow up is comparatively emotional and personal, but in deep contrast to Homogenic’s in-the-moment theatrics, Vespertine sounds aged like fine wine. It is an album from another world, one which is both cold and warm, as indicated by the album’s elegant and icy strings, warm electronic rhythm and skyward melodies. But like all of her other albums, Bjork’s vocals and lyrics demand the spotlight, and she delivers performances that stand among the greatest of her career (listen to the breathy “Aurora” for yet another reminder of why Bjork is your favorite vocalist since Liz Fraser). In the end, it’s our delight to see Bjork doing what she does best yet again: creating a world of her own from scratch and immersing us completely.

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Kala

M.I.A. – Kala [2007]

Kala left a good portion of us silenced in awe regardless of our prior opinions of M.I.A.; the album to fulfill Arular’s most progressive ambitions but in a different dimension. Loaded with innovative pop hits and difficult genre hopping experiments, the album draws ideas from all over the world following M.I.A.s travels. The momentum is unstoppable, even when it hits its downtempo middle section. It’s about as daring as any pop album has ever come, a complete meltdown all the way through. Some scared doubters said that M.I.A. sold out, but when you examine how literate this album is, it becomes obvious what the focus is; If you are listening to M.I.A., be it through an Academy Award winning film, a stoner movie trailer or the radio, it’s that much more time you have to sit down and actually think about things like the genocide in Darfur, the mistreatment of women world over, the Sri Lankan civil war, illegal immigration, the third world, and hell, even that twenty dollar bill in your pocket. M.I.A. has always put the world before herself in her music, and that her bangin’-est album could be so conscious is a testament to that.

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Madvillainy

Madvillain – Madvillainy [2004]

One of my favorite moments on Madvillainy is during “Bistro,” where a relaxed, probably stoned, perhaps suit dressed Supervillain introduces the one and only Madlib, at which point the backing track goes silent. It might just be Madlib staring at us all pissed off as if we’re wasting his time, or for all we know he might be completely absent, backstage smoking a blunt. Both DOOM and Madlib do this disappearing act several times throughout the album, creating a rotating cast of hip hop deviants, but when they decide to grace us with their presence, Madlib provides some of the most sophisticated productions in the hip hop world, and DOOM continuously proves himself to be the most bizarre (“Freshwater trout!”) and skilled (“There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan”) MC of his generation. And dammit, these jackasses make it seem like it’s just another day in the life- while they could have milked just about all of these tracks into radio hits, they keep them all brief and fleeting. This is two incredibly talented artists with great chemistry doing whatever they want and turning up with a classic, unique hip hop album. “So nasty that it’s probably somewhat of a travesty.” Indeed. Be afraid. Very afraid.

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Silent Shout

The Knife – Silent Shout [2006]

Forget electroclash. Forget dance-punk. Forget all the other 80s electronic and dance revivalist bands of the 2000s; Silent Shout is the definitive back-to-basics electronic album of the decade. A decisively determined album, it focuses on its goals without making any concessions, and thus Silent Shout produces no pop gems in the vein of “Heartbeats,” but what replaces the style that the band previously explored is no less engrossing. It’s got everything necessary to make it a classic: The haunting, unique vocals, icy electronics, danceable neck-breakers (“We Share Our Mothers Health” is a rare track that might actually be physically dangerous), melodic burns and dark mystique. Silent Shout both sounds like something completely new and futuristic and yet also somehow antiquated; “The Captain” is a perfect example, sleek and yet frozen, smooth and yet rough as if coated in brine. It only further emphasizes the fact that the album doesn’t quite fit in with anything else of its age, even consciously nostalgic dance music that dominated much of the decades independent scene. If it recalls anything, it’s an alternate reality of the 80s when Antarctica had a thriving electronic scene, but it also sounds cutting edge and advanced. Perhaps this is what makes Silent Shout so timeless; ultimately, it is an album that seems to resound from nowhere, and thus answers to no one, nothing.

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Ágætis Byrjun

Sigur Rós – Ágætis Byrjun [2000]

Okay, I’ll admit it; I made a big, unnecessary stink about this one. Yes, it was initially released in the 1990s, in addition to a few other albums on this list, but these albums are unmistakably millennial, and Ágætis Byrjun especially is an important album for the 21st Century. Some big changes came with its international release, and I don’t just mean that the lovely Icelandic band Sigur Rós were now a part of the lives of millions, although that in it of itself is important. Ágætis Byrjun’s power is completely original because it is devoid of context. Yes, they make music that we might be able to uneasily delineate to “dream pop” or “post rock,” but we only do this because we have no idea what the hell else to call it, because we have never heard anything quite like it. The reality of this album is that it feels like a modern composition, only in part because of its gorgeous backing strings, sweeping crescendos or heartbreaking melodies; what also gives Ágætis Byrjun its spellbinding power is that it is simultaneously unique and gorgeous enough that it completely changed the landscape of music in the 2000s.

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Leaves Turn Inside You

Unwound – Leaves Turn Inside You [2001]

Around the turn of the century, one of the finest post-hardcore bands of the 90s spent years making their own studio, MagRecOne, recorded their final album, and disappeared. Made around the time that indie rock as well as America were about to make important, indescribable changes, the double-album Leaves Turn Inside You, as its title suggests, is about subtle but gravitational changes as well. It reinvents Unwound’s style, keeping their paranoid punk riffing but mixing it with melancholy and mystery. It’s difficult to listen to this record and not think on some level that there is something very wrong going on, but exactly what always illudes, and that’s what keeps me coming back to the surreal build of “We Invent You,” the jagged rock of “Scarlette” and the emotive “Below the Salt,” as well as the rest of this album. It’s rocking, tough, heady, introspective, emotional, scary, and beautiful at once. I couldn’t possibly ask for more from Unwound.

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Untrue

Burial – Untrue [2007]

For what many considered to be a scattershot genre, Burial turned out to be dubstep’s only bonafide superstar, and for a long time no one even knew who he was. While his debut album is more focused on setting, Untrue is instead a personal, internal affair, and the poignancy of this was only bolstered by his anonymity. A favorite example of the genuine but haunting humanity he injects into his music comes with “In McDonalds,” one of the album’s beatless tracks, that even goes so far as to set up a narrative using only its title, some gentle vocal samples and the music’s raw emotional power. This is a melancholy album of confounding difficulty with its fractured, slowly changing rhythms and haunting sampling, and requires repeated listens to get the full effect. Give it a couple spins to settle and pretty soon its nature as a meticulously developed album becomes apparent, and its sounds become second-nature. With its synthesis of interests in creative rhythm, sampling and atmosphere, Untrue is without question one of the most unique and accomplished productions in electronic music of the decade.

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Person Pitch

Panda Bear – Person Pitch [2007]

When all is said and done, a lot of people are going to be making claims that Animal Collective ruled this decade, and it’s going to be hard to argue with them. No other bands were nearly as simultaneously ambitious, prolific and loved. With that said, it was a bit of a surprise that the best album to come out of the Collective was actually a Panda Bear solo album, and it ends up being the most forward thinking as well as accessible in the Paw Tracks library. What’s most striking about it is how unique it is; the only things that sounded anything like it were the subsequent Animal Collective albums which it clearly influenced with its sound collage techniques. What Panda Bear does on Person Pitch is an album of sample based melodies, breaking down disparate sources (everything from choir music, Kraftwerk, Lee Scratch Perry and Cat Stevens to fireworks, bubblebaths and projector reels) then building them up from scratch to make unique developmental pop pieces. It’s no surprise that the album has already gained widespread admiration; as the years roll by, there are only more and more things to say about Person Pitch.

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Elephant

The White Stripes – Elephant [2003]

I’ve always had a difficult time explaining exactly why I feel that Elephant is the definitive rock album of the decade. I blame the tip-of-the-iceberg technique used with not just this album but with the band as a whole. The White Stripes give you some pretty simple, bare bones shit, and you can’t feel like you are missing something, but as soon as it hits your eardrum the flowers bloom. The band did the same with their personae, and we didn’t know what Jack and Meg’s relationship was for years, but after we heard this, we knew immediately that they were stars with much more to offer than a guitar, drums and some amps.  Of course they are still a heavy metal minimalist band at their heart and they show it here in spades, but this proved that they had the ambition to do anything they wanted with whatever tools they chose and still reach incredible heights, pounding through retro pop, ballads, hard Detroit blues, punk and the weirdest, sexiest, most free and irresistible moments I’ve heard from any rock band, ever.

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Turn on the Bright Lights

Interpol – Turn on the Bright Lights [2002]

Interpol may or may not have made one of the most influential albums of the decade that you can trace a good portion of indie rock’s elements back to (highly melodic riffing, violent and melancholy dynamics, throaty vocals, dark atmosphere). They may or may not have started that whole chic punk thing, or indirectly birthed everything from The Killers to dance-punk. The fact of the matter is that the best thing Interpol brought us is this album, standing on its own as a powerful melancholy statement. We’ve heard it all before; Interpol aren’t messiahs. They have influences, like everyone else does, and they could never manage to follow Bright Lights properly, but after listening to it, one could never expect them to. It’s songs are deeply personal and resonant: “NYC” is about a specific time and place, but who hasn’t felt that they need some more change in their life? The massive “Stella Was a Diver and She Was Always Down” is similarly intimate and still achieves a haunting reach. And try to keep your feet on the floor during the beautifully cruel “The New.” In my experience with Bright Lights, I first found it to be difficult, and this is completely expected. Then, it became second nature, and then again a wholly uncomfortable experience. I explain the return of that discomfort by pointing a finger at how far this album really goes, and how deep it digs. It’s a natural arc, and we wait for albums like this for decades, albums that truly connect with their listeners on a deeper level.

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Kid A

Radiohead – Kid A [2000]

I knew this was the album I had to talk about last from the start. This may not be too big of a surprise. With it’s fragmented structure, lush instrumentation and raw emotion, Kid A has stood as a figurehead of music in this decade since its release, but it evades categorization or explanation. Yes, we can talk about it’s high points objectively, of course: From “Everyone is so near” to “I’m not there/This isn’t happening,” how Thom Yorke’s vocals meld with the instrumentation on “How to Disappear Completely” at 4:37, the destructive statement on dance music with “Idioteque,” the communication breakdowns, the looming disaster, and having to face it all alone, regardless of how many people you’re sitting in a room with when you try to break it all down. Other artists have achieved similar heights and even comparable narrative arcs within albums this decade, but none of them have been nearly as involving, and what makes Kid A priceless is that it builds a relationship with the listener, not only in the long term but also on individual spins. I’ve seen it in myself as well as others. While at first listen Kid A almost always seems a mess, given time the paranoid echoes of “In Limbo” become zen, the gentle melancholy of “Kid A” resonates, “Idioteque” sings the body electric and we wait in silence, counting the seconds, for the coda of “Motion Picture Soundtrack.” Kid A has utter command in its atmosphere and the mood of its listeners, and stopping it anywhere before the end just feels wrong. When all is said and done, calling Kid A my favorite album of all time, discussing its strengths and weaknesses or questioning what it all means echoes through empty space. I find myself standing at the threshold of expression when I try to talk about Kid A, mostly because it transcends genre, class, describability. It is an album that has grown to be a fixture in people’s lives because they can sit down with it and, despite all conceivable obstacles and difficulties, achieve a level of trust unlike any other album before has elicited.

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Thom Yorke – “Hearing Damage”

Thursday, October 15, 2009
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Thom Yorke of Radiohead.

It has been a busy year for Thom Yorke of Radiohead. The band has released two new singles within the past three months: “Harry Patch (In Memory Of)” and “These Are My Twisted Words.” You’ll hear neither on the radio. Yorke has also released two solo singles of his own, a cover of Mark Mulcahy’s “All for the Best” and a double A-side 12-inch of the songs “Feeling Pulled Apart by Horses” and “The Hollowed Earth.” In addition to this, he’s started an as of yet unnamed new band with Flea, Nigel Godrich, and others.

You’ll hear a lot of varying opinions on said activity if you ask a bunch of Radiohead fans. Opinions are pretty divided, but the general consensus seems to be that the new tracks are nifty, even pretty good, but a bit of a disappointment. I personally agree, for the most part. In particular, “Harry Patch,” as pretty as it is, sounds streamlined, and so do “Twisted Words” and the Yorke singles, even considering their experimentation. To me, “All for the Best” is the one that sticks out as the best, a glowing electronic pop piece. With all this said, I’ve been playing all of these tracks fairly often recently, so my disappointment is obviously rather minimal.

The latest bit of Thom Yorke related news involves one of the stranger releases of this year, the indie/alternative rock star-studded “The Twilight Saga: New Moon” soundtrack, which contains the work of Grizzly Bear and Beach House’s Victoria LeGrand, Bon Iver and St. Vincent, Death Cab for Cutie, The Killers, Muse and Thom Yorke himself, among others. Someone involved with the Twilight Saga clearly had a large wad of cash to blow and happened to decide that this soundtrack merited it.

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Mmm, mmm, kiss me Edward Cullen, kiss me lest I stain my petticoat with mine beads of anticipatory perspiration.

As you can expect from a cast like that, the disc is scattered in quality. It is split pretty much half and half between (and this is just one man’s opinion here) lame alternative-lite shit and moody, thoughtful pieces. Yorke leads the latter pack with his new song “Hearing Damage.”

As I write this, I’ve listened to the song maybe around ten times, and it is really beginning to bother me. I’m imagining Mr. Yorke would either take this as a bit of a put-down or a complement, and I should hope the latter. A lot of Radiohead’s greatest work has been willfully difficult and experimental, and every one of their albums within the past nine years have their artfully disturbing moments. Thom Yorke took the band’s electronic paranoia to another level with his excellent 2006 solo album The Eraser. Not many other artists have the ability to reliably get under a listener’s skin with their music.

“Hearing Damage” wouldn’t sound out of place on The Eraser, and for that reason complaints of Yorke not progressing his style beyond dark electronic music may be legitimate, but this also means that Yorke has really started to cement his own style as a solo artist, and we can tell that this is a Thom Yorke track immediately upon hearing it. The song still has it’s own thing going, though. It taps into something primal, and we can point to the pulsing, irregular rhythm for part of the explanation.

The piece seems to build and build and not climax, and it’s sonic identity is built around a shuddering, bassy synth. It is heard throughout the track, dipping in and out and warping as the song draws to a close, and is also mirrored by higher pitched synths throughout. In opposition to this inventiveness is that this track is slickly produced, as expected for a song on the soundtrack of a major motion picture. How complex and disturbing the song is contrasts with its immediacy.

As far as Yorke’s vocals and lyrics go, we are reminded here why he is still one of the best vocalists around. As we have heard on Radiohead albums as well as The Eraser, a little bit of echo goes a long way for Yorke, and raises his emotional momentum a hell of a lot. His singing here is hushed, also a lot like it was on the majority of songs on The Eraser.

The lyrics are, as expected, the heart of the song, and they solidify “Hearing Damage” as a classic cut. “You can do no wrong / in my eyes, in my eyes” may sound like sexy vampire type shit, but it’s got the typical Yorke sleeper effect, and when you really think about it, it’s pretty creepy. He switches back and forth between first and second person point of view here, and there is no short supply of affecting material. Even more harrowing: “A drunken salesman / your hearing damage / your mind is restless / they say you’re getting better, but you don’t feel any better.”

A slithering earworm, “Hearing Damage” crawls into your consciousness, stays there, and haunts you, like tinnitus. It’s no surprise that it is the odd duck out on this soundtrack, and nothing else sounds half as creative. Granted, its competition is lukewarm and straightforward, but the curiosity of how the song might be used in New Moon almost makes me feel like I could tolerate two hours of vampire smut to know. Well, not really. But it’s further proof that Thom Yorke still has the capacity to make great music in 2009, and paired with some of the other good compositions here, makes the soundtrack worth the price of admission.

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Admit it guys, pretty much the story of our lives for the past two years.

NOTICE: As you can see, all of the Radio Cure playlist posts have been deleted. Don’t worry, you can still view them on the “Radio Playlists” page, now accessible from the sidebar. I did this to open up space on the front page for more interesting posts, as the front page was getting cluttered with playlists that I post weekly and didn’t have a whole hell of a lot of content.

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Mew – No More Stories / Are Told Today / I’m Sorry / They Washed Away // No More Stories / The World Is Grey / I’m Tired / Let’s Wash Away

Saturday, September 12, 2009

I don’t have a lot of energy right now, as it is late and I am back late from a show, but I am now listening to this album and feel that it deserves a shout out. So I’m going to give my incomplete, unedited take on it.

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As the year progresses, more and more albums are catching my ear that impress me. I’ll be blunt by saying that No More Stories… is one of those albums. It is different from Mew’s previous LP, And The Glass Handed Kites (which, man, came out four years ago already?) in that it is very much a set of songs as opposed to a long suite. Each song is individual and memorable. This is due in part to Mew’s frequent tendency to experiment a little, and thus we get songs like “New Terrain” (which when played backwards reveals a completely different song. what’s shocking is that both songs are actually good), “Introducing Palace Players” (a fractured, no-tempo stomp), and “Cartoons and Macrame Wounds” (which begins at it’s climax and works backwards). These songs are pretty out there at first listen, but give them a little time and the pieces click into place and they are ultimately enticing. They are just new and different enough to be fascinating but they also have more conventional, melodic elements to them, and Mew are very good at melody. The album isn’t all experimentalism though; there are a couple more streamlined tunes here, but they aren’t by any means radio pop. “Repeaterbeater” reminisces of “Apocalypso” off of Glass Handed Kites in that it is shamelessly riffy hard rock. I’ll put another thing bluntly. This album is loaded. It’s got a lot of really memorable songs, and really no bad songs. Even the longer, downtempo pieces (“Silas the Magic Car,” “Cartoons and Macrame Wounds”) are top notch chamber dream pop despite being a little less involving. After maybe two listens, everything here is as familiar and excellent sounding as on Mew’s previous albums. The selection of songs that are excellent here is pretty overwhelming. Besides what I’ve already mentioned, “Beach,” “Hawaii Dream” (the album’s centerpiece, a tiny interlude. how funny that it ends up being one of the more memorable tracks on the album.), “Hawaii” (this one is just perfect, a charming tropical pop song complete with marimbas and skybound reverberating vocals), and “Sometimes Life Isn’t Easy” are all instantly classic Mew. And on the latter, Mew manage to match their awesome guest spot from J Mascis on Glass Handed Kites’ “Why Are You Looking Grave” with a showstopping performance from Mari Helgerlikova, an 88 year old Danish avant-garde singer. Basically, get this album for Christ’s sake. Mew make music that is, like much great art, just new and interesting enough to be engaging, but isn’t too far out. They are completely unabashed in their pop and rock sensibilities while still having the bravery to utilize conventions of many of their favorite genres such as shoegaze, dream pop, progressive rock and even classical pop. You could make a pretty good case that this is Mew’s best album to date. I can hear the complaint already that some might think that this album is tired, but it aknowledges this in it’s title, and knows it. Life can be weary and overbearing but finding refuge in quality music, whether it is music you can rock out to or curl up on the couch with, is pure satisfaction.

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Two Notices

Monday, September 7, 2009

I have a couple important announcements to make. The first is that my radio show, Radio Cure, will return this semester on George Washington University radio, WRGW. It has a new time, Saturdays from 10 PM to 12 AM EST. The show is still a new music rotation show, which means I will play the best new music as well as other music of my choice, just like last semester. I’d have to say last semester turned out to be incredible and I can only anticipate that this semester will be even better. You can stream WRGW at www.gwradio.com, and I believe that you can also stream it through the Radio tab on your iTunes under College / University Radio. I’m really excited to host Radio Cure again, and I hope you all get the chance to tune in. Also, after each show I will be posting the playlist here on the blog for everyone to view.

I would also like to announce a new page for the blog which has a lot of personal significance to me. The new page on my music box collection will from hereon out be updated as I get new music boxes. I hope you enjoy reading about my boxes as much as I enjoyed writing about them.

Thanks, and expect more updates in the upcoming weeks,

-Alex

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Kurt Vile – God Is Saying This to You…

Sunday, August 23, 2009

I’m going to be honest, 2009. You’re really disappointing me. We’re almost a full eight months into the year, and musically this is one one of the most disappointing years I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s just last year’s utter blowout that couldn’t help but put this year to shame. Even since my end of the year Best of 2008 list was published, I keep on finding awesome albums from 2008. So maybe this year just seems like it sucks in comparison. It’s not like there haven’t been any good albums this year: Animal Collective, Neko Case, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Phoenix and Dinosaur Jr. have all released albums that I have liked a lot, and there are a smattering of other albums that I’ve also enjoyed well enough (Tiny Vipers, Clark, and Matt & Kim have had some of the more low key releases that I’m fond of). But the truth is that only one album this year has really wowed me, and as far as I’m concerned it is the only great album of 2009 thus far that I’ve found. By all means, prove me wrong! Give me some recommendations here! I’d be more than willing to give this album some company, but for now I want to give said album some recognition.

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The truth with folk singer Kurt Vile is self evident; he is a gifted songwriter, and although Constant Hitmaker might be more of a sensible, song based release, there is something special and unique about God Is Saying This To You, a limited release album packaged with the vinyl reissue of Hitmaker. For starters, it is more toned down and acoustic compared to Hitmaker, making it much more personal and understated. Of the twelve songs here, six are fully formed folk songs and they are all excellent, and among the best and most emotionally affecting songs of the year. Of the remaining six, one (“White Riffs”) is a tiny guitar interlude and the other five are short retro electronic experiments. I can anticipate the complaint that the album would seem like only half of a fully formed folk album, the other half useless ham. But those six songs are just too interesting to ignore. They feel like the norm, some strange everyday events, and also further accentuate the folk songs. When Vile sings on the folk songs, he makes every word count, and his lyrics are just as haunting and gripping as his guitar work, mostly because they, like the interludes, feel like regular events with powerful gravity. Often times Vile leaves large instrumental gaps in his pieces, and when he finally speaks subtle words about social anxiety or simple pleasures, they are completely memorable. I wish I could cite them here but I would hate to ruin them for a first listener. And the first time I listened to this, it ended in what felt like just a matter of minutes. Granted, it is a short album, but it strikes a very strange, personal chord. Don’t be surprised if you come back begging for more like I did. I hope Vile’s excellence really is as reliable as it seems. He’s just signed to Matador, and his new album, Childish Prodigy, is due out in October, so keep an ear open. Vile has a two album winning streak going and he’s at a full sprint, so let’s see if he can keep it going.

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Lollapalooza 2009: Sunday

Friday, August 21, 2009

On August 9th, I attended yet another music festival, but only for a single day. I didn’t have the cash to attend all three days of Lollapalooza 2009, not to mention the lineup didn’t really excite me this year, but I’d say I got my money’s worth on the one day I did attend. I had so much fun last year that I couldn’t pass up at least one day this time, and although the day was money well spent, it was more of an interesting exploration, as opposed to last years unaddulterated fun.

We started the day in the beautiful/burning hot Grant Park off with Bat for Lashes on the Vitaminwater stage. The singer songwriter Natasha Khan drew a big crowd, and when she got on stage and started playing, her music oddly enough fit the mood of the day. Her style of fairy-tale rock seems out of place in what is usually considered an “alternative rock festival,” but is that really what Lollapalooza is anymore? The dramatic hooks, diverse instrumentation and arcane lyrics had life breathed into them from the hugeness of the stage and the wind that blew over the band and the giant curtains. Also particularly strong was the percussion, which often times took on a sun-baked electronic flair. Khan herself is as attractive of a personality as she is a person. She apologized for the heat and seemed to be only visually suffering from it as much as we were. She stated her worry that dry-mouth might hinder her vocal performance but throughout the show, her vocals were sweeping and impressive.

So why was I bored with the show? My immediate thought on this is probably the most meaningful; the songs sounded exactly like the album versions. Which in some ways is fine, because Khan’s albums are pretty damn good. But I’m reminded of many other festival experiences I have had this year, especially the Pitchfork Music Festival, that had me thinking about what I want in a show. I want my live music to be something that truly benefits me seeing the artist live over just sitting at home listening to an album, and that does not include a pretty face. Khan and her band did bring the goods more than once, enough to make the show worth it. “You might want to dance along to this one,” said Khan before firing into an uptempo rendition of “Sleep Alone” from her latest album Two Suns. Bat for Lashes really benefits when the band try to get their audience dancing. Even on the more hushed numbers, the big beats do their work. But clearly not enough for me, admittedly a head-nodder and an easily bored show-hopper. I’m glad I saw Bat for Lashes, but I didn’t need to see them for more than a half hour.

So we got the Citi Bank stage early enough to see most of Cage the Elephant’s set, who were just awful. Frontman Matt Shultz was stoned beyond the level that a frontman should be, and I can’t tell if it hindered his performance or if his vocals really are that bad without any help. The band’s southern rock songwriting and delivery is almost comically bland and standard, but the audience, now mostly consisting of bros, just ate it up. It is now that I recognize that the crowd of Lollapalooza has drastically changed. Of course, shirtless jocks were just as big a part of Rage Against the Machine last year, but here they seem to have more attitude and majority.

But they all cleared out after that show, leaving a scant few to wait for the eclectic electronic/noise/world music band Gang Gang Dance to start. Most of these people were probably actually waiting for Passion Pit or Deerhunter instead, and I think I was the only one in the early audience to wave my hand when someone else asked “Does anyone else here actually listen to Gang Gang Dance?” This might as well have been the show I was most excited for on this day, mostly because I love this band and am always jumping at opportunities to see world music influenced shows these days (I am the one who has seen Yeasayer three times in the past year).

So I loved this set despite it’s shortcomings, and there were a few. The sound levels seemed a bit off, and Liz Bougatsos’ wonderful vocals weren’t given enough volume. I can’t tell if this was actually because something was wrong, or because we were in the second row, or because it was just one of the loudest shows I’ve ever heard. The only other show I can think of being worthy of comparison would be Animal Collective’s set at the Pitchfork Festival last year. At that show, the sound of the band was sometimes so convoluted and loud that I often couldn’t hear what I was hearing. This simultaneously frustrating and awesome occurrence happened here at Gang Gang Dance a few times, but even though this was clearly the louder and more experimental show, I found that the sound generally had more clarity and punch to it than Animal Collective did, even though the bands might have uncannily similar descriptions in the Lollapalooza handbook.

But fuck all the descriptions and preconceived notions; you can’t really prepare yourself for a Gang Gang Dance show. It’s just something different than most anything you’ve seen before. The band’s songwriting only adheres to the notion that songs should include guitars and drums, but for a lot of the show, three out of four band members were hitting away at drums and samplers and the guitar was used more as a slow burning electronic instrument, making this a very percussively strong show. Some of the band’s more accessible songs came from last year’s excellent Saint Dymphna, such as the high as the sun “Vacuum” and the down-the-rabbit-hole dance burner “House Jam.” The electronic production from Brian DeGraw simply rocked in a way that I haven’t seen an electronic artist do so before, and his noise passages were really fun and fascinating to listen to. In fact, when I compare them again to fellow psychedelic band Animal Collective (who by all accounts played a very mediocre set on Saturday), Gang Gang Dance seemed to be more complex and experimental and yet still so much more immediate and likable. Also, they might have had the most entertaining set of roadies I have seen in a while; Can someone get me an “OH SHIT, GANG GANG” shirt, please?

I didn’t know exactly what to expect for Passion Pit because I didn’t know their music. By the time they started, I was reminded of what kind of shows I don’t like. The crowd was, for the first hundred feet or so, a gigantic, sweaty, pulsing mosh pit. I decided pretty early that I was sick of having man titties rubbed up against me and barely being able to stand, so I worked my way back in the crowd, got some refreshments, and watched from far away. Which I was just fine with, because I don’t know or care enough about Passion Pit’s music enough to endure the newly awakened Bro-a-Palooza. However, this band amassed an incredibly large crowd. Even from hundreds of feet away, the area was still packed, and the crowd was going fucking nuts. And these guys do have a certain minor gravity. Even I found myself tapping my foot from far away.

Easy, unprofessional bro music? Yes indeed, but when I found myself wrapped up in my elitist thoughts – this is just stupid party music – I had to stop and remind myself that these guys drew a massive, enthusiastic crowd. People love this band, and their music is, to these fans, unstoppable. Towards the latter half of the show, a balding man named Josh greeted me and asked me if that was a girl singing on stage. I said that amazingly it was a guy, and he seemed stunned. He kept asking me, “that’s really a guy?” He said he couldn’t get to the festival any earlier than just recently, if I recall correctly because he couldn’t get off of work, and that he was thinking of seeing Vampire Weekend and The Killers. He proclaimed that he really liked what he was hearing at this stage and proceed to walk his way into the inner crowd. I was left just as bewildered as he was seconds ago. Who’s the teenager here?

When Deerhunter hit the stage next, Bradford Cox seemed frustrated and unhappy. It might be enough that his band had to go up against festival juggernauts Lou Reed and Snoop Dogg, and it looked like he was having pedal issues, but he seemed too distressed too early for things like that. During sound check he seemed quite grumpy and kept to himself, though when he did give the audience his attention he charmingly smiled, waved, and greeted. What we found later during the show was that, according to Cox, he has the H1N1 virus and recently got a shot of B-12. Regardless of whether it was the virus or the meds, he was clearly tripping for the vast majority of the show, and after the show got off the ground, Cox’s anxiety turned to ecstasy. He noted that to him the audience looked like a massive ocean of faceless flesh, recounted a hilarious story of his hallucinations that morning in a Holiday Inn that featured a Mayan themed water park, and threatened to play Snoop Dogg and Velvet Underground songs. And they would have fucking done it too; they had three fourths of the band playing “What Goes On” before Cox asked where his drummer was, to which Moses Archuleta bitched that he didn’t know the drum part (and apparently just couldn’t improvise something. Come on man, Velvet Underground percussion is simple shit, and it’s not like Deerhunter’s is that much more complex.) But through all of this, Cox looked not only slightly terrified but also completely giddy. By the end of the show, he looked ready to pass out but was all smiles.

With that said, all of the banter was just as epic as the music, which went on shockingly unhindered by Bradford Cox’s state of mind. Cox is an electrifying stage presence, and he never fails to bring a smile to the audience, even when he is rambling at what may at first seem like a little too long. But Deerhunter’s set was long and strong enough to live up to the almost legendary hype that has surrounded the band since they hit it big with Cryptograms in 2007 and has accompanied them up through their current tour with Dan Deacon and No Age. The band’s pieces are usually long and reverb-laden, and even their earlier, tougher material sounds lush with Cox and second guitarist Lockett Pundt’s work, which ranges from beautiful atmospherics to tough riffing. The drums and bass are often the driving power behind the songs, as simple as their parts can be. Pieces can range almost to ten minutes of squealing feedback and vocals repeated like mantra, and the rhythm section is slow and brooding. All of those elements sound like they should build up to some terrifying GY!BE type shit, but Deerhunter are actually a really beautiful sounding band, and the songs from the albums sound even more uplifting and brilliant live as on record. Although Cox may have playfully played the band down, it’s not hard to see Deerhunter pulling in as big of a crowd as his competition on Saturday within a couple more years.

To me, it was a no brainer choosing between Deerhunter, Snoop Dogg and Lou Reed. I knew in my head that, considering my lack of familiarity with Lou Reed’s solo work and my love for Deerhunter, there would be no reason for me to see Reed other than to be able to say I saw him. But there was still a tinge of disappointment in my heart knowing I’d miss a punk rock ‘n roll legend that might not be around that much longer, despite my expectations that his show might be a little slow. So I was delighted to find that by the time Deerhunter ended and I was walking over to the Budweiser stage to wait for Jane’s Addiction. Granted, I only ended up hearing one song from Lou Reed and his band, but if you’re only going to see Lou Reed perform one song, “Walk on the Wild Side” is pretty ideal. And Reed sounded a lot like I thought he would. Kinda old, kinda slow, kinda fried, kinda awesome. I’m glad I went for the superlative set and didn’t settle for a “kinda” show, but I’m happy that I got to see him play one good song. It’ll be one to tell the grandkids.

But that story will probably be a side note to my accounts of Jane’s Addiction. Granted, seeing Jane’s Addiction headline Lollapalooza seems legendary right off the bat, and I had to give credit to Perry Farrell, a man who has poured his life into fourteen years of Lollapalooza over the past two decades, as well as the rest of Jane’s Addiction, who headlined the first Lollapalooza in 1991. This was Jane’s Addiction’s moment to shine, with their original lineup on the main stage of one of the most renowned music festivals in the world, which they themselves founded.

But I’ll be damned if they didn’t earn it right there and then. Jane’s Addiction really rocked that stage. This show is just about the greatest major stadium show I’ve ever seen, even standing strong against headliners last year like Radiohead, Rage Against the Machine and Nine Inch Nails. Jane’s Addiction delivered the balls out hard rock goods that was exactly what this year needed with it’s otherwise mostly tame lineup. Perry Farrell is still a magnetic frontman who can hype up an audience like no other, Dave Navarro is an incredible and fun guitarist, Eric Avery rumbles the ground with his basslines and Steve Perkin’s is a behemoth on drums (despite the fact that his elbow was fucked up and two specialists said that he shouldn’t play the show). Everything about the delivery here was spot on. What shocked me the most was that the guys don’t seem like they are half as old as they actually are. No one in the band looks or acts older than thirty five. Perry Farrell, originally dressed in sequins pants and vest, still looks like he did twenty years ago, chizzled with nary a wrinkle at a ripe fifty years old. Dave Navarro is even more cut and still seems to not own a shirt, and he’s probably better off. These guys look and sound probably even better than they did at Lollapalooza ‘91, judging from the footage of that performance.

Musically they were spot on, tearing through a set that included classics from the band’s original incarnation in the late ’80s and early ’90s. Songs like “Mountain Song,” “Oceanside,” “Whores” and “Three Days” were given great live treatment that only compounds the energy of the originals threefold, and crowd favorites “Been Caught Stealin’” and “Stop!” got a big crowd response. There was a sort of spectacle to the delivery, yes. Giant paper waves came out of the pit for “Oceanside,” streamers flew over the audience at the conclusion of “Stop,” voluptuous women danced on elevated platforms, and Farrell invited Aerosmith guitarist Joe Perry to join the band for the final performance of “Jane Says.” The general complaint seems to be that these tricks are hammy and overblown, but to me they seem relatively tame. Maybe it’s just because I’ve seen the Flaming Lips twice this year, or maybe it’s because I’m comparing this festival show to the band’s recent club shows that featured fire-breathing strippers. In my opinion, Jane’s Addiction like their audience to have fun just as much as they do, and there is nothing wrong with that. It seems like one of alternative rock’s greatest bands is still under-appreciated.

Which isn’t to say that the band didn’t attract a big crowd; the entire weekend was a complete sellout, like last year, and tens of thousands watched Jane’s Addiction tear it up. But the crowd, mostly consisting of middle aged rockers and young classicists, was awkwardly quiet at encore time and wasn’t giving the band nearly the feedback I would have expected. An especially unnerving moment came early on in the set, when Farrell triumphantly yelled “What the fuck is this!? 80,000 punk rockers?? What the FUCK is this!?” I must have been beaming in affection at Farrell’s words, but then it occurred to me that his calculation couldn’t have been correct.

Lollapalooza was founded in 1991 as being a showcase for what was called then “alternative rock.” Lineup selection has usually reflected this, and when it hasn’t, the choices have still ended up being pretty awesome (Kanye West and Daft Punk come to mind). However, I’m still one of those fans of the music which Lollapalooza was born on, although I’m still not sure that I even know what “alternative rock” means. Looking back at previous years’ lineups, I pretty much salivate over the bands that played from 1991 to 1995, when I was a toddler and couldn’t have possibly attended the festival. I saw a guy in the crowd for, interestingly enough, Passion Pit, who had a Lollapalooza 1993 shirt on. Among the bands that played in ‘93 were Alice in Chains, Primus, Dinosaur Jr., Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Sebadoh and Mercury Rev. It occurred to me that I would have killed to have been ten years older in ‘93. I complimented the guy, and he said that he brings out the shirt about once every five years.

I’ll level; I feel old. I’m nineteen years old and I feel like I’m one of the few people I know that would consider themselves a fan of hard rock. Some of the same bands that were on the guys shirt have even played Lollapalooza since it’s 2005 revival. Hell, Jane’s Addiction, the original spirit of the festival, headlined this year and I loved every overblown, commercialized minute of it. And it was commercialized, because there is still a market for Jane’s Addiction. If there wasn’t, they wouldn’t have played. Lollapalooza, and the entire festival circuit, is now part of the music business. Even though I scoffed at the fact that The Killers were chosen to headline this year, I had no right to scoff at their crowd, which I’m sure was 50,000 strong. Hell, the festival completely sold out again this year, so someone is doing their job right.

In a nutshell, at Jane’s Addiction I felt like an old spirit in a new environment. Just as I’m sure that rock music will never completely leave festivals like Lollapalooza, I’m not completely a classicist; I had just as much fun at Deerhunter and Gang Gang Dance as I did at Jane’s Addiction, and the word “alternative” doesn’t mean anything more to me than the word “indie” does. But it’s obvious and sensible that the nature of this festival is changing, and I find myself watching this happen, a little uncomfortable. But I doubt you’ll see me steering away. I’ll probably have just as much confused fun next year.

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Pitchfork Festival 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

This year was my first year attending all three days of the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago, and it was a great success, not just for me as a music fan and concert goer but also for the vast majority of the bands there and for Pitchfork as an organizer. I had a blast all weekend, and I saw a ton of bands play great shows. I typically find myself reluctant to stay in one place for a long time at festivals like this, and the Pitchfork Festival is in a smaller park that is easily navigable, so it wasn’t hard for me to zip around and see many acts for maybe as long as half of their total sets, and that’s just fine. I like that wider exposure to live music, and the more the merrier. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures at the festival this year, and I’m not about to steal anyone else’s for my own use, but I do think a visual accompaniment to descriptions of this festival are important, so I’d like to direct you to Pitchfork’s coverage of the festival, which is just getting started but has some pretty great pictures and interviews up for your enjoyment.

http://pitchfork.com/features/articles/7687-pitchfork-music-festival-2009-friday-and-saturday/

http://pitchfork.com/features/articles/7688-pitchfork-music-festival-2009-sunday/

http://pitchfork.com/features/photos/galleries/726-pitchfork-music-festival-2009-portraits/

There are also some great videos up on pitchfork.com with more to come, and I would recommend you check those out too. Also, youtube and google are always your friends. A simple “[band name]” + “Pitchfork Festival” search on either will yield positive results for both videos, reviews and pictures, so go for it.

I don’t think there is a better way for me to really start talking about the weekend then to just dive in, so I’ll start with the first day and just plow through.

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On Friday, just four bands were slated to play uncontested, elongated sets in the beautiful Union Park. Chicago band Tortoise was the first band to play, as well as the first band to adhere to the “You Write the Night” lineup, which involves bands playing songs that ticket buyers have voted for via online polls. With Tortoise, this didn’t matter so much to me, because I don’t know Tortoise well enough yet to mention songs I really like by them, at least beyond stuff on Millions Now Living Shall Never Die, which I have always liked. The show was slow moving and highly textured. This was very much a hushed and atmospheric show, which while interesting enough to listen to wasn’t particularly interesting to watch. We left early to get good spots for Yo La Tengo, because although we liked Tortoise well enough, we were getting kind of bored. The fact that we left the Tortoise show so early meant something, and I would learn soon enough exactly how it influenced the rest of the weekend.

Yo La Tengo completely embodied the contrasts of types of live shows that I would end up seeing during the weekend and in turn became even more of a foreshadowing of the weekend to come. The band’s meticulous show involves both hushed, quieter pop arrangements (“Stockholm Syndrome,” “Mr. Tough,” “Autumn Sweater”) and loud, winding noise pieces (“Pass the Hatchet I’m Feeling Goodkind,” probably the longest song performed at Pitchfork this year). Some friends I know who have already seen Yo La Tengo in smaller club environments said the band suffered a bit from the festival setup, but I think they were a great deal of fun and are a band that excel in any environment. Once again, their songs contrast with one another, some being soft pop pieces, and others loud noise jams, when Ira Kaplan does things with a guitar I never thought possible.

The show that weekend I was easily the most excited about was The Jesus Lizard. I’d psyched myself up for that show for weeks, really gotten pumped about it, got there early in order to get pretty close, and could barely contain myself by the time the band went on. I would be disrespecting both myself and the band if I called it anything other than the best show I’ve ever seen. David Yow couldn’t have affirmed everyone’s hopes any better than by screaming “AW, SHADDAP!” into the mic before they tore into “Puss” with Yow launching himself into the audience and crowd surfing. Getting back on the stage and having the entire crowd yell along with him “get ‘er outta the truck!” was easily one of the greatest moments of the entire festival.

Yow is the spirit of the band, his vocals menacing and apparently not diminished in the slightest despite the band’s ten year absence. What also struck me is how fearless he was to crowd surf. The band members are almost fifty, and they’re still putting on shows as dangerous and incredible as they did in their heyday. The entire band had a ton of energy, and they got the audience really involved, and not just by means of having people support (and sometimes shove whisky bottles in the face of) Yow. Duane Denison and David Sims have written some of the dirtiest, catchiest riffs in noise rock history, and their live delivery is fast, energetic and compelling. Also, I’ve seen some pretty good drum performances, but I’m going to have to go out on a limb and say Mac McNeilley gets the gold medal for this one. He just beat the living shit out of that kit, and rhythmically propelled everyone both on stage and in the audience. To top it all off, the band played every song I really wanted them to play. This is the show that made me realize what I wanted to make of the rest of the weekend; this weekend I wanted to rock.

How anyone could even begin to try to follow up that show is beyond me, but Built to Spill seemed like a good closer, because not everyone at Pitchfork is into hard rock, and Built to Spill is a little more fun for the whole family. We stayed closer to the back for this one and we didn’t regret it much; not only were we tired but it also seemed like the band’s delivery didn’t differ much from their albums. Granted, Built to Spill are always a treat to listen to, and even listening to them from far away when we were really tired was nice, though not much more exciting than Tortoise. They did end up playing “Else,” possibly my favorite Built to Spill tune, and I was really happy about that.

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On Saturday morning we took the train downtown, got food at Jamba Juice and Potbelly, and got to Union Park in time to catch Plants and Animals, who played a pretty good show. I don’t know them that well and really don’t have much of anything to say about them except that I do remember their drumming was interesting (although not quite as interesting as that of Caribou, who we saw playing on the same stage exactly a year earlier).

I left early to get a good spot for Fucked Up, who played one of the best sets of Saturday. I didn’t have any problem choosing between Fucked Up and The Antlers; the previous day helped me know what I wanted, and I wanted energy. And the energy and coordination which the band exercised during the show was incredible. The entire band seemed excited to be there and played well, but vocalist Damian Abraham took the spotlight. After crushing a half full beer can on his head right before the band started at a sprint with (I believe) “Son the Father,” “Pink Eyes” Abraham quickly de-shirted himself, caught beach balls which he began to bite chunks out of and deflate instantaneously (he wore one of the things as a hat) and jumped down into the press pit to get right next to the audience, where he stayed for most of the show.

These guys really played a loud, fun hardcore punk show, and they dished out a lot of fun antics. Abraham seemed to be a really nice, straightforward guy when he talked to the audience, but when he locked in during a song, he got vicious. I remember him tearing apart a baby doll, and the poor thing’s head whizzed right by my face and landed on the ground. Epic. He also gave the crowd a more than respectable score of 9.9, which as he mentioned was higher than “that Animal Collective album which I thought sounded exactly like Phish.”

After Fucked Up I moved to the Connector Stage to see The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. I have grown to like their debut album a lot. Typical shoegaze, yes, but pretty good shoegaze, and I hoped they could be great in concert. But unfortunately the show was just about the only bad show I saw all weekend. The biggest problem was that everyone just wasn’t loud enough. We could blame this on the festival sound system, which I have heard other complaints about, but The Jesus Lizard had no problem being loud as fuck on the previous day. The guitars, especially, needed to get turned way up. But that wouldn’t really have saved Kip Berman from a glassy-eyed, mediocre vocal performance. It was a lousy show. It happens. I left quite early.

The Balance stage is the smallest stage at the festival, off in the opposite corner of the park as the Aluminum and Connector stages. It is usually the stage that has either the loudest or quietest bands of the festival, and I spent a good half of my time at the festival on Saturday and Sunday at the Balance stage. By the time I got there, Bowerbirds were nearly done with their set and the area was packed, so I couldn’t get close enough to observe anything beyond the fact that they were very quiet and enjoyable enough. But they were followed up by a definite powerhouse, Ponytail, who took full command of the stage. The band’s albums almost beg for a live experience. Instrumentally, Ponytail are only one of the best noise rock bands you’ve ever heard, but when you factor in the vocals, you’ve got a band that doesn’t sound quite like anything else out there. Molly Siegel and Dustin Wong make one of the oddest vocal duos in indie rock, less screaming so much as emoting with animal noises, tongue rolls and martial arts war cries.

Siegel, who donned an awesome lime green Michael Jackson t-shirt on this day (it looked like Jackson was jumping up and down as she did) is the main offender, switching back and forth between distinctive demeanors. The first is when she is screaming at the top of her lungs, and the second is when she is smiling widely, which really brings out the fact that she’s extremely pretty. Then there’s the backward head tilt accompanying an expression which suggests she’s either having some kind of fit or is about to sneeze. The energy and volume at this show was very important and rewarding for fans of Ponytail, because as good as they are on record, they only get better when they play live. When Ponytail lock in, they lock the fuck in, and the show was excellent.

I was excited to see Yeasayer at the Connector stage, just as I was excited to see them six months earlier. I’ve seen Yeasayer a grand total of three times now and each one has been unforgettable. The first-listen home run at Lollapalooza last year left my jaw at my feet, and their show at the Sixth and I Synagogue in Washington D.C. was a show unlike any I’ve ever seen before. Their set at Pitchfork was much like those other two shows and yet somewhat different. Yeasayer still have the chops to put on an engaging and energetic show, but here they played a more relaxed set with a slightly altered lineup (two new members on percussion) and had a couple new songs in store. One of those new songs was a dancey piece that they played just as the weekend’s only, brief rain shower began. Luckily it only lasted long enough to cool everyone off and added to the spiritual effect of the rhythmic piece. The band also played some crowd favorites from their first album All Hour Cymbals, such as “Sunrise” (which accompanied the sun breaking out of the clouds), “2080,” and “Wait for the Summer,” as well as “Tightrope,” which was featured on the Red Hot Organization compilation Dark Was the Night earlier this year.

I went over to the side of the Aluminum Stage with some friends to catch DOOM’s set, which by the way is a great strategy for seeing acts up close at a festival. That is, just get to the close side of the stage where the audience is thin and you can typically see just as well as if you were front and center, especially for a hip hop act like DOOM who is bound to be towards the front of the stage anyway. So we got pretty close, and actually got to see the masked villain backstage from where we were standing, albeit fifteen minutes later than we should have. When he finally showed up on stage in a guille suit, the large DOOM and his even larger and more involved hype-man got the audience moderately pumped for a show that would befuddle me more than anything.

DOOM’s lyrics and flow are top notch (I still found myself laughing outloud at “Don’t talk about my moms, yo” during “All Caps”) and his backing beats are always sick, but it become obvious after just a few minutes onstage that the tubby menace wasn’t going to do a hell of a lot more than keep his mic close to his face and walk around a little. I enjoyed this enough, because DOOM is a great rapper, but I was hoping for more. And as I would later learn, rumors quickly began to circulate that this was yet another imposter / lip-syncing show. My lack of experience with DOOM’s catalogue and live shows prevents me from being able to lend any credibility to this claim, but if it turned out to be true I would be both disappointed and unsurprised. Regardless of this, DOOM’s show was much like a piano performance at a cocktail shindig, both technically sufficient and unexciting, and did little to add to the context of DOOM as either a recording artist or live performer.

After DOOM, we had a bit of an easygoing half hour or so, taking time to use the restroom (long lines!), get some good food, and listen to Beirut from far away. My remorse for not being up close to Beirut was pretty minimal, not by any means suggesting that they played poorly. Quite the contrary, Beirut sound just as good live as they do on record. But at that point in time, I felt that what these guys were doing on stage was all well and good but just not what I wanted. I wanted loud. It was about then that I made a pretty one-sided decision between the day’s headliners, The National (who I skipped at Lollapalooza last year for Love and Rockets) and The Black Lips (who, also at Lollapalooza last year, put one of the weekend’s best shows). We decided to run over to the Balance Stage so that we could try to get a good spot for the Atlanta hooligans.

To our surprise, Matt & Kim hadn’t yet gotten on stage by the time we got there. They were almost a half hour late, dwarfing DOOM’s delay. We got pretty close to the stage and I’m glad we did, because when the NYC duo got on stage, they put on one of the absolute best shows of the weekend. I can’t imagine a two-piece band doing more damage than these guys. They looked like they wouldn’t have rather been anywhere else in the world then on the stage at that time, they were funny, they were nice, they talked to the audience, and they gave their everything for the entire set. Matt screamed and played the keyboard as energetically as anyone I have ever seen, and Kim smiled a wide smile and just beat the living shit out of her kit. Seriously, she played those drums hard. You see some people really pull back their arms to hit the drums, and so often it’s all show, and you can tell just by looking at them. But Kim was pulling back far because she was killing those things.

There was also a shocking sincerity at the show: Matt did a handstand only to remind us afterward that he’s still wearing a back brace that his mother makes fun of him for, and Kim told us that the Beyonce show they attended was incredible and proceeded to get low onstage. There was so much energy in this show and so many great songs: “Yea Yeah,” “Daylight,” “Lightspeed,” “Cutdown,” “Good Ol’ Fashioned Nightmare”… Watching Matt & Kim as the sun was setting was an absolute pleasure and one of the best concert experiences I’ve ever had. And the main reason for this is because they got it across to me that they were having just as much fun as I was.

Once again, it’s not easy to follow a truly awesome band like that, but The Black Lips don’t give a shit about anyone’s expectations of them. Their show at Pitchfork was much more of a balls-out punk show than when I saw them last at Lollapalooza. That show, as excellent as it was, was more of a traditional festival show, because Lollapalooza is a high brow festival that really keeps their bands in line. But when you put a punk band on a small stage like the Balance Stage, shenanigans become possible, and the Black Lips are known for their antics. Some of those antics included a smashed guitar after the first song, the typical man-on-man making out between guitarists, inviting the crowd onstage against the Pitchfork staff’s wishes, and spraying a fire extinguisher into the press pit. One of my good friends and Black Lips enthusiast claimed that these acts seemed planned out, and they very well may have been, but only by the band themselves; that guy getting screamed at backstage by security was definitely not planned.

And to be fair, the antics at a show like this are as much part of the experience as the music itself, which was loud and rowdy as well. There is definitely something to be said for a show that feels this edgy and dangerous. These guys have found their identity, and unlike Matt & Kim, they might actually benefit from going out there on stage and being grumpy and mean and violent. But they weren’t, and we remember that the Black Lips are as much entertainers as they are punks. “I like my audience a little closer to me than this,” said guitarist Jared Swilley before inviting the crowd on stage. Some of them made it up there, and some of them got leveled by security, but I’ll be damned if all of us didn’t wish we could have at least tried. The band were a very good choice for a headliner and put on a really fun show.

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On the morning of Day 3 of the festival, we arrived downtown pretty damn tired, which isn’t unreasonable for Day 3 of any festival. We decided to have lunch at Wishbone, and on the way there we met up with Yeasayer bassist Ira Wolf Tuton. Of course we didn’t have much to say to him except “you played a great show!” and he probably didn’t want to waste his time with us, but he was really nice and shook our hands.

After coffee, eggs, pancakes and potatoes, we were off to Union Park again and got there in time to catch Blitzen Trapper. I thought they played pretty well, but I’m going to be honest, I really don’t remember much of anything about them, and I did remember a lot of other first-listen buzz bands that weekend. Nice folk melodies. That doesn’t really help you much, does it? By this time in the weekend, my appetite for loud music was still in full force and I was just kind of bored with folk music.

Organized Konfusion member Pharoahe Monch was my next show at the Connector Stage, and he was definitely the better of the two hip hop shows this weekend. It helped that his DJ was a lot of fun and very skillful, unlike a lot of the other live DJs I have seen, but Monch really took the show. To me, it’s important for a hip hop artist to hype up the show, but doing it too much is just annoying. The other two hip hop shows I’ve seen this year were very polarized and both less than what I was expecting. Mos Def was far too much hype and DOOM was far too much substance, but Monch struck the balance between these elements with ease, spitting rhymes and moving around as well as getting the audience to raise their hands and sing along when they didn’t already know the words. We also see the rare case of other on-stage singers really contributing a lot to the show. I don’t know who the backup singers were, but they were funny and sang great. This was what a hip hop show should be like: fun. For all I knew, DOOM didn’t care about the show he was playing. But Monch seemed really happy to rock Chicago, and we were happy to have him.

Up next were Sub Pop punks The Thermals. To my surprise, I heard more complaints about The Thermals than any other band at Pitchfork this year. What happened to a little respect? I thought these guys were great, and you know what, I love a little pop-punk and was happy to hear their set. Samesy? Alright, I can see that. It started to get a little bit like that for me, but I’m not really familiar with their output. But for another band I’d never heard before, I definitely got a lot of fun out of their show. I’m guessing they took into consideration that not everybody in the audience had heard them before, so they played a lot of awesome covers which tickled my ’90s alt-rock fancy, specifically songs by Sonic Youth (“100%”), Nirvana (holy shit, “Sappy”!), Green Day (“Basket Case”) and The Breeders (“Saints”). So yes, maybe they weren’t the most exciting band on Sunday, but they were good enough for me to want to look into them further.

The Walkmen may have been the classiest band of the entire weekend. And I’m not sure exactly why I think this. Maybe it is because they are by this time indie rock veterans, or maybe it was how well dressed they were, or it could be their seasoned, classic style, or perhaps their calm demeanor that contrasted with their spirited playing. Whatever the reason, this band just got up there and sounded like a million bucks. First and foremost, frontman Hamilton Leithauser has charisma, and he makes his excellent vocals seem cool and composed, but definitely not effortless. While belting out the harder lyrics on songs like “The Rat,” you can really tell that he’s working hard. The band mostly played songs from their latest album, the tropical You & Me, which as far as I’m concerned is all for the better, because I think it’s their best album yet. For a few songs, they even brought out a horn section, and some songs like “In The New Year” got really strong crowd response. What was great about The Walkmen, among other things, was that they could be emotional, loud and fun as well as professional.

I spent the next two hours or so at the Balance stage, and I showed pretty late in garage-rock band Japandroids‘ set, which was a damn shame because what I saw of them I liked an awful lot. Another two piece band (I seem to take a big liking to two-piece rock bands), the couple minutes I saw of them really rocked hard and provided some really memorable tunes. Seeing the guitarist up above the drummer, practically as one unit, really got me excited. So kudos to them for only needing three minutes to get me going; they have my attention and interest.

After this set my back and legs were pretty tired, so I allocated myself in front of a tree. So I would both have something to lean on and my height wouldn’t get in anyone’s way. I watched the Vivian Girls from afar, for the second time actually. The first time I saw them they opened for M. Ward at the Sixth and I Synagogue and I don’t think I gave them nearly as much credit as they deserved. The Vivian Girl’s music and live shows are covertly excellent. I thought their show in D.C. was fun but for whatever reason, I wasn’t feeling it that night and I made the assumption that the Vivian Girls were another sub-par garage rock band.

But I soon found that their debut album from last year is just incredible, but very humbly so, and their music didn’t really click with me until I sat down and gave it my full attention. So I jumped at the chance to give their live show another chance and I’m glad I did. Granted, the Vivian Girls are a band that doesn’t particularly benefit from the festival setting. They are a fast and loud punk band and the sound translates better in small indoor venues, and their stage presence is pretty simple. They rock hard and they’re fun to watch, but they don’t offer anything particularly exciting. So this show was pretty relaxed and less about what they could provide for me, and more about what I owed them. When I think about it, that’s not what a show should be like, but I try not to think too hard about shows like this. They make it easy for me to sit back and enjoy myself.

After Vivian Girls on the Balance Stage were Danish rockers Mew, which to me seemed like a bit of a weird pick for the festival. Maybe I only say that because because their genres are very far away from one another despite the fact that they work well together. Dream pop isn’t out of P4Ks interests but progressive rock typically is. In any case, Mew were about as polished looking as The Walkmen, and their set was similarly orchestrated. The songs aren’t much different live than on record, but they’re still a treat to see be performed. There was an air of confidence at this show during songs like “Special” and “The Zookeeper’s Boy” that definitely strengthened my love for them, when at points in my history with Mew there would be moments where I would say to myself “Am I supposed to be loving this?”

Yes, they have pretty faces, and yes, they are shamelessly as much of a pop band as they are a rock band, but their live sound really affirmed Duke Ellington’s famous ultimatum: “If it sounds good, it is good.” Mew sound great live, and though they may not be doing backflips on stage, they look like they are enjoying themselves and their communication with one another is interesting. Their new songs are also fascinating. “Introducing Palace Players” is a damaged, experimental rock tune, and if it is any indication of their new album’s quality or ambition, then we have a lot to look forward to. Also worthy of note is that these guys put on one of the loudest shows of the weekend. How they got that bass tone is beyond me. It rocketed out of the speakers without being rumbling or intrusive on the treble, and it permeated the air around the Connector and Aluminum stages, all the way across Union Park.

And that’s where I was after about half of Mew’s set, so I could listen to Grizzly Bear as well as get a decent spot for the Flaming Lips. Unfortunately, I really can’t say much of anything about Grizzly Bear. I like them well enough, but they were an afterthought to me compared to the band’s that flanked them in my schedule. I’m not big enough of a fan to say that much about their show, especially as viewed from far away, except they had several foot tappers and I liked them just fine.

But everyone knew what the highlight of the festival was going to be. It was apparent from the minute they were announced in the lineup and visualized that morning when The Flaming Lips‘ giant orange stage was already towering on the Aluminum Stage. And by the time the Lips got on stage, their setup was, as expected, like nothing any of us had seen before, unless we had already seen a Flaming Lips show. But with that said, what was on the Aluminum stage was almost light years ahead of their setup at the Earth Day Festival on the National Mall. The Flaming Lips had an entire day to set this up and had just about no limits as to what they could or could not do. There is really no way to communicate the band’s unique elements unless I forthrightly list them:

The giant light screen was dazzling and mostly showcased dancing naked women. One of these women went into birthing position and The Flaming Lip’s descended from her incandescent vagina. They were joined on stage by people dressed up in frog and cat suits, and later, a giant gorilla which lead singer Wayne Coyne rode on the back of. And how can we forget the giant bubble which Coyne crowd surfs in? Confetti. Shitloads of confetti blasting from cannons. And balloons. Lots of balloons.

The visual aspect of a Flaming Lips show is enough to make it a spectacle, but like last time I saw them, the real deciding factor was the music itself. The Flaming Lips were the fifth and final band to adhere to the “Write the Night” and ultimately the one that decided it’s overall outcome. The Flaming Lip’s have notoriously played just about the same set with few switchups for years. Getting them on the Write the Night roster would have ideally forced them to dig out some obscurities from their back catalogue, but as probably everyone expected and as Coyne explained, voting list in hand, everyone knows what the most popular Flaming Lips songs are, and they almost always play them anyway.

But the band seemed to get the general gist of how everyone could benefit from this system, and they did pull out some obscure numbers, specifically “Bad Days” off of Transmissions from the Satellite Heart, “Enthusiasm for Life Defeats Internal Existential Fear” (yeah, you heard me) from the Fearless Freaks compilation, and even “Mountain Side” from In a Priest-Driven Ambulance. In addition to these rarities, the band also performed two new songs from their forthcoming double album Embryonic, the tribal “Silver Trembling Hands” and the jam “Convinced of the Hex.” Reception of the new songs seems to be very mixed, but my personal opinion is that they are a good sign for a return to the Lips’ earlier styles. These songs made this show pretty unique for the Flaming Lips, but there were still some familiar sights and sounds.

The band also played their more popular songs and live staples: “Race for the Prize,” “Fight Test,” “The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song,” “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1,” “She Don’t Use Jelly” and “Do You Realize??” all made appearances, and many were delivered in the same way that caused me to complain about the last Flaming Lips show I attended. Three and a half of those aforementioned songs were drawn out singalongs. Which brings me to my biggest problem with the Flaming Lips’ live show. They waste too much time. Wayne Coyne, despite the fact that we would all go nuts over him blowing his nose, talks too much on stage, and the singalongs just get annoying and see the rest of the band sitting around not doing anything, waiting for the next song. When they do go full on instrumental, the band sounds incredible, and I can only imagine how awesome live, full electric versions of songs like “Fight Test” and “She Don’t Use Jelly” would sound. I can only imagine, because I’ll probably never see them. The band’s setlist seemed over before it started with eleven songs total, a teaser for all the setup that it no doubt took.

But when all is said and done, there is still no live act even remotely like The Flaming Lips, for better or worse. They look, sound, and feel completely unique. They aren’t perfect, but they would never pretend they are. They want their audience to be involved and have a fun time, and no one gets their audience involved and having fun quite like The Flaming Lips. Despite my complaints, it’s a show you’re going to want to see at least once, if not as many times as possible.

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Overall, Pitchfork Music Festival 2009 was an overwhelming success and really pushed the festival to the upper echelons of Summer music festivals to get excited about. There is more than just a little for everyone, and this year’s festival was particularly awesome. It may not get as many big names as festivals like, say, Lollapalooza, but this works to it’s advantage, and it ends up a more focused, energetic, manageable festival experience. Even though 2009 was only the festival’s forth year, it feels like it has been around much longer. The quality of the festival already rivals or even surpasses other Summer Chicago music festivals, and if Pitchfork can manage to keep it a comparably low-key, controlled explosion of great music, we’re still at the beginning of the event’s golden years.