tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75684920554855520002024-02-07T04:53:34.567+00:00the click of a light<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
theclickofalight@gmail.comPhilip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-29782541773363207802011-01-04T18:12:00.002+00:002011-01-04T18:13:21.181+00:00TumblrYeah, Blogger is dead, long live Tumblr.<br /><br />We've moved to <a href="http://theclickofalight.tumblr.com/">theclickofalight.tumblr.com</a>, and feature the same contributors (plus some new ones), and we're gonna be posting much more often.<br /><br />See you there!Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-39055260786451471332011-01-03T19:36:00.002+00:002011-01-03T19:39:36.992+00:00Geotic<a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l06pjg7Ijd1qzo0d3o1_500.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l06pjg7Ijd1qzo0d3o1_500.jpg" /></a>"Minimal / Ambient music project of Will Wiesenfeld" - who also records under the monikers of both Baths and [Post-foetus].<br /><br />All his music is freely available from his <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/indie/postfoetus/geotic.html">official website</a> and is well worth a listen.Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-7267020919453926352011-01-03T18:45:00.003+00:002011-01-03T18:48:15.385+00:00The best albums you missed in 2010<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-12060924">According to the BBC</a>. Janelle Monae was criminally under-rated, Gonjasufi and These New Puritans over-rated. The Mount Kimbie album is well worth a listen as well, and I'll admit to not having heard the records from I Am Arrows or Steve Mason.Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-69424848248296458472010-12-26T09:00:00.000+00:002010-12-26T09:00:04.439+00:00Top Ten Albums of 2010Another stellar year for music, full of innovation and fresh direction. My friends have been debating and discussing this for the past few weeks, and here are our intelligent conclusions on the best albums of 2010:<br /><br /><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51bTtfG6x3L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51bTtfG6x3L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" /></a><strong>10) Wild Nothing – <em>Gemini</em></strong><br />Slightly fuzzy, kinda dreamy, very chilled-out shoegaze-garage pop from this one-man project. I've run out of genres to compare this record to, but trust me, this album is damn good.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Best_Coast_Crazy_for_You_cover.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Best_Coast_Crazy_for_You_cover.jpg" /></a><strong>9) Best Coast – <em>Crazy For You</em></strong><br />Having churned out handfuls of EPs and 7" singles over the past eighteen months, Best Coast managed to somehow step it up a gear in 2010 with their debut album, which is thirteen tracks of perfectly-crafted summer pop.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8d/Imnewhere.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8d/Imnewhere.jpg" /><strong></a></strong><strong>8) Gil Scott-Heron – <em></strong></em><br />I'm New HereGil Scott-Heron triumphantly returned in 2010 with his first studio album in 16 years. Incredibly personal, the album interludes consist of Scott-Heron poetically and beautifully informing the listener with moving tales of his childhood and the grandmother who raised him, returning Scott-Heron to his roots as a spoken-word performer. Combine this with excellent covers of Robert Johnson and Bill Callahan, and you have a bloody fantastic record.<br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2c/Halcyondigest.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2c/Halcyondigest.jpg" /></a><strong>7) Deerhunter – <em>Halycon Digest</em></strong><br />Despite their prolific output, Deerhunter seem fresher than ever, effortlessly and expertly combining a number of very different musical styles - surf, punk, garage, 60s psychedelic pop, shoegaze and even ambient - into their best album to date.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/Teendream.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/Teendream.jpg" /></a><strong>6) Beach House – <em>Teen Dream</em></strong><br />Like the Wild Nothing album, I'm struggling to describe this album - words can't do it justice, you really have to listen to truly appreciate the dream pop excellence that is <em>Teen Dream</em>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f9/Janelle_Mon%C3%A1e_-_The_ArchAndroid_album_cover.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f9/Janelle_Mon%C3%A1e_-_The_ArchAndroid_album_cover.jpg" /></a><strong>5) Janelle Monáe – <em>The Archandroid</em></strong><br />Ah, the flaws of democracy! This album should have placed higher, but a lot of my friends either missed out on the album when it first came out, or failed to recognise its brilliance. Yes, it's flawed, but what debut album isn't? Yes, it runs out of steam a little bit towards the end, but again, what albums truly don't? Ignore these minor errors, and you're left with an incredibly interesting, complex and innovative album that seamlessly moves between hip-hop and pop.<br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3d/Four_Tet_-_There_Is_Love_in_You_%28CD%29.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3d/Four_Tet_-_There_Is_Love_in_You_%28CD%29.jpg" /></a><strong>4) Four Tet – <em>There Is Love In You</em></strong><br />His best album yet, as Kieran Hebden finally manages to perfect his own brand of laid-back instrumental electronica. Beautiful, beautiful stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/24/Caribou_-_Swim.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/24/Caribou_-_Swim.jpg" /></a><strong>3) Caribou – <em>Swim</em></strong><br />Moving firmly away from the glitchy electronica that he made under his 'Manitoba' moniker, Daniel Snaith has got himself a band and, with the fuller sound possibilities that this has given him, produced a complex abum that spans the genres of electronic and indie music, and also suits any mood - whether I'm wanting to party or just looking to relax, Caribou is more often-than-not the first thing I think of.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f8/Joanna_Newsom_-_Have_One_On_Me.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f8/Joanna_Newsom_-_Have_One_On_Me.jpg" /></a><strong>2) Joanna Newsom – <em>Have One On Me</em></strong><br />Further evidence of the flaws of democracy. Yes, it's a good album, but not one which will pass the test of time. I loved this album when it first came out, had the vinyl on repeat for days, but now I can't stand to listen to it. Newsom's vocals - extraordinarily beautiful on first listen - have become whiny, and that bloody harp just does my head in.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f9/Kanye_West_My_Beautiful_Dark_Twisted_Fantasy_album_cover.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f9/Kanye_West_My_Beautiful_Dark_Twisted_Fantasy_album_cover.png" /></a><strong>1) Kanye West – <em>My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy</em><br /></strong>By far the best album of 2010, Kanye's magnum opus (though watch this space for his 2011 collab with Jay-Z) grabs you by the throat on the very first play and just won't let go. His production is tighter than ever, his lyrics are both funny and poignant, and his choice of samples is sublime. Just a fucking incredible album that you need in your life NOW.Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-60260497274943238442010-12-25T10:00:00.000+00:002010-12-25T10:00:00.639+00:00Top Five EPs of 2010As the internet continues its dominance of modern life, the concept of 'longevity' is fading - people want a quick thrill, and they want it now. As such, the EP is seeing something of a resurgence, and 2010 saw a collection of very fine examples - here are the top five, as voted for by you:<br /><br /><a href="http://factorymadefuture.com/images2/samps.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://factorymadefuture.com/images2/samps.jpg" /></a><strong>5) The Samps – <em>The Samps</em></strong><br />As the side-project of one of Ariel Pink's guitarists, big things were expected of The Samps, and they do not disappoint. Yes, we have the weird pop of Ariel Pink - this album sounds like the theme to an 80s cop movie, and that's no bad thing - but I also got a sense that these guys have been listening to as much Flying Lotus as they have their freak folk sensei.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/music/british%20sea%20power%20zeus.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/music/british%20sea%20power%20zeus.jpg" /></a><strong>4) British Sea Power – <em>Zeus</em></strong><br />To be honest, I'm pretty neutral when it comes to British Sea Power - I don't love them, I don't hate them, I just don't <em>get</em> them. Consequently, I've not even bothered to listen to this album; however, I've been reliably informed by friends who have that it's BSP at their very best.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.factmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/james.blake_.cmyk_.review.2020202.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.factmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/james.blake_.cmyk_.review.2020202.jpg" /></a><strong>3) James Blake – <em>CMYK</em></strong><br />Released while in his final year at the prestigious Goldsmiths in London (notable albumni include Blur and Damien Hirst), James Blake's second EP managed to seem fresh in a year that was aleady full of interesting and original electronic releases.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://cdn.stereogum.com/files/2010/07/Tennis-Album-Art-608x608.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdn.stereogum.com/files/2010/07/Tennis-Album-Art-608x608.jpg" /></a><strong>2) Tennis – <em>Baltimore</em></strong>A husband-and-wife dream team making summer pop songs. Imagine a more mature Best Coast and you'd be pretty much spot on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJAdPbjYDlfFsGxVEOx90Xx-sZdCCQEGN8-066P5UtPyzIxZDyvjuVnAlIfXUEB8PU8z5Qd3sII8_nYH8nZsyutaFnSUK5o4PpE9XFRdInw9moQJt0F9o1wiSovhFWT9LMa9fdqf38kU/s1600/james+blake.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJAdPbjYDlfFsGxVEOx90Xx-sZdCCQEGN8-066P5UtPyzIxZDyvjuVnAlIfXUEB8PU8z5Qd3sII8_nYH8nZsyutaFnSUK5o4PpE9XFRdInw9moQJt0F9o1wiSovhFWT9LMa9fdqf38kU/s1600/james+blake.jpg" /></a><strong>1) James Blake – <em>Klavierwerke</em></strong><br />Could it have been anything else? This EP has dominated the ever-growing electronic scene this year, and shows a new direction for James Blake. Much more minimal and down-tempo that <em>CMYK</em>, <em>Klavierwerke</em> also introduces the prominent use of vocals, which sound like an auto-tuned Antony Hegarty, much to the album's credit.Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-9706978888839567902010-12-24T16:22:00.079+00:002010-12-27T00:25:36.639+00:00The 100 Best Songs Of 2010<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><span lang="EN-GB">Before we launch you into thousands of words of praise, here at TCOAL we’d like to do something we’re rather more comfortable with and, dare I say it, adept at: Bitchin’ & wailin’ on things that annoy us. </span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span lang="EN-GB">So, let’s have a quick sneer, a disgusted glance, at those that didn't make our definitive run-down. These are some </span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">artists that you’d think might have a place in the top 100 but, actually, don’t:<br /><br /></p><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The National:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because wetting your pants and mumbling isn’t the same as poetry.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Hold Steady:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because they’ve played their hand to death, and are in danger of turning ‘unfortunate epilogue’ into ‘embarrassing demise’.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Salem/Zola Jesus/OoOOo:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"> </b>every single thing about witch-house sucks.<br /><br /></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><o:p></o:p></b></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lone/ Curren$y/ The Tallest Man On Earth/ Julian Lynch/ No Age/Superchunk/Gonjasufi/Guido/Vampire Weekend/Woods/Glasser/The Samps/Rihanna:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Would appear if this list was 113 places long.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;">Arcade</span></b></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Fire:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">They’re still rubbish.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Gorrilaz:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">They’re still boring.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Darkstar:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">They’re now boring.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sufjan Stevens:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">He’s now rubbish.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Johnny Greenwood:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">The ‘Norwegian Wood’ score is really good, but inseparable into ‘songs’ really for this list.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Girl Talk:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">As above.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Agalloch/Swans/Metal in general:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Of about 5 metal albums I’ve listened to this year, I’ve only really enjoyed Agalloch & Swans, and I just don’t know enough about metal to decide which songs are ‘good’.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Girls:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Don’t get it.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pinch:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Don’t get it.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><st1:place><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">British</span></b></st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Sea</span></b></st1:placetype></span></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Power:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Still</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">don’t get it.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;">Toro Y Moi</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-size:130%;">:</span> Really don’t get it.<br /><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;">Gold Panda:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Because it’s really, really bad fakestep for White Lies fans.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">David Lynch:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because that songs gets unbearable from the, er, first time you listen to it.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">OFF!/Male Bonding/Sleigh Bells/Sun Araw/Pocahaunted/Nite Jewel/Ducktails:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because I haven’t listened to them.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Titus Andronicus:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">This is probably quite good, but I’ve only listened once, and they were shit live.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Surfer Blood:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because I had a cigarette with the drummer outside their gig in </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Vancouver</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">, and he was one of the biggest cunts I’ve ever met.<br /><br /></p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Broken Social Scene/The Radio Dept./Delorean/Crystal Castles/ Fang Island/Liars:</span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because I moved to </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Canada</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">, didn’t have the ability to download music, and didn’t care enough about these bands to back-track upon my return.<br /><br /></p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>So</strong></span>, one final note. This list was written by me, Dave Wingrave. It’s my list, comprised of music I’ve listened to this year. I’m just <em>one</em> man, I simply can’t listen to everything, no matter how much my latent autism tries to make me. Unlike the forthcoming album & E.P list, not a hint of democracy went in to it. The closest it got was when I asked Pip over facebook chat if there was anything he wanted to see in it. I duly ignored all of his suggestions. Oh, and </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">one (really) final note. Each artist was limited to one song, to keep things all diverse and stuff. In a magical world where numbers weren't linear, and we could include more in one spot, the songs filed under 'Also' would appear roughly in the same chronological position, and come with equal reccomendation.</span></p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" lang="FR" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">100. Alvy, Nacho Y Rubin ‘El Galan De La Paternal’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKTfVHJySsreIZzOOtn82HLsyi2LzZy9CYotpU7sMmPS_aYlxUowKxEnBW_S5kMno9RIntk0vbt2iIP-pTy2d96D8aMFvlYHR7gdeuvD1Pcx4mE7fmU-S915jWWMf3x_AoNGDl_Cih2PD/s1600/aly.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554314944714677762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKTfVHJySsreIZzOOtn82HLsyi2LzZy9CYotpU7sMmPS_aYlxUowKxEnBW_S5kMno9RIntk0vbt2iIP-pTy2d96D8aMFvlYHR7gdeuvD1Pcx4mE7fmU-S915jWWMf3x_AoNGDl_Cih2PD/s320/aly.bmp" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Of all the flash-in-the-pan, famous for fifteen ‘likes’ blog hits this year, this Spanish cover of The Magnetic Field’s ‘The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side’ was by far the most adorable.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Unreleased<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">99. Booka Shade ‘Regenerate’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEicZTEoTNChJ90cX_h5lLED_tF-CAK-VbGd29jvTRRlJlE95zbnTwYaJ6sM_uZwqdycg1hmEdmWFDzMqBkt0ESlzqjGXKictw5Jf8TgwBscra12Kpj5Bf06q2v1i4EXG0aHjgMIW1k-if/s1600/Picture-1.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554312477848154066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEicZTEoTNChJ90cX_h5lLED_tF-CAK-VbGd29jvTRRlJlE95zbnTwYaJ6sM_uZwqdycg1hmEdmWFDzMqBkt0ESlzqjGXKictw5Jf8TgwBscra12Kpj5Bf06q2v1i4EXG0aHjgMIW1k-if/s320/Picture-1.png" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">After 2008s ‘The Sun & Neon Light’ flopped, Booka Shade were in danger of losing the whole swathe of usually dance music-wary indie converts they’d made with 2006’s ‘Movements’. I’d like to tell you they’d made the intelligent, cross-over comeback I’d hoped for, but that’d be telling a dirty, dirty lie. Nestled within the bland-house mess that is ‘More!’ however, is this cut; a basic, yet incredibly effective, build-and-break gargantuan that makes not nodding your head just an........ <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">unthinkable.........</i> option.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘More’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">98. How To Dress Well ‘Ready For The World’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7lGzJS1L_HU5uszmQ35hcssiTG91XcGrft2IqHOI1d3EbsOzarIRCqVaQqo0MxKd6Tn4d97VztPdPrPANDk0pWJUWQDPoP3qzL1sqE7eh5c-NuoM1f8BBHziCt7P31JP8QB6mAPQBzwx/s1600/how+to+dress.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554315121373971186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7lGzJS1L_HU5uszmQ35hcssiTG91XcGrft2IqHOI1d3EbsOzarIRCqVaQqo0MxKd6Tn4d97VztPdPrPANDk0pWJUWQDPoP3qzL1sqE7eh5c-NuoM1f8BBHziCt7P31JP8QB6mAPQBzwx/s320/how+to+dress.jpg" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">A year ago, we’d all be saying ‘This is a boss chillwave song’. Now we’re all saying ‘This is a boss hypnagogic pop song’. The only thing that doesn’t change is the ‘Boss’. And the ‘This’, ‘is’, ‘a’ and ‘song’ I guess, but let’s not split hairs.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Love Remains’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">97. Reading Rainbow ‘Wasting Time’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnR9SF2UdWaxxxrUc80BOjIbBfXO1JnzGyW9XqmMllSp8yrhg8XXku4nvRfOUZwPqLx7jKWoi0SFVgUjYo4NA1qTTZC-nKPpHSoDuXt0lKwJ0aJ67xsaAcuvao0HHlFc993PJ_ccQ9vyT/s1600/reading+rainbow.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554391488982310354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnR9SF2UdWaxxxrUc80BOjIbBfXO1JnzGyW9XqmMllSp8yrhg8XXku4nvRfOUZwPqLx7jKWoi0SFVgUjYo4NA1qTTZC-nKPpHSoDuXt0lKwJ0aJ67xsaAcuvao0HHlFc993PJ_ccQ9vyT/s320/reading+rainbow.bmp" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Will I like a garage pop song by a married, vegan couple, whom, when asked what their vices were, literally couldn’t think of anything? Yus. Personality ain’t everything, kidz! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Prism Eyes’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">96. PJ Harvey ‘Written On The Forehead’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWMU4QklZhM42izLvm4c2sjxrmzvcwMm87AUBlWG0eWto5qjWb3L2aTz7dfLxz00lZ1s_CRdwvMgvpayaRn7ABBjLgNIKCKiOkqOfaMem58Slb6X0DqTUx9o_JQjc4voMJ3Poeukpq22D7/s1600/pj+harvey.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554315550191481074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWMU4QklZhM42izLvm4c2sjxrmzvcwMm87AUBlWG0eWto5qjWb3L2aTz7dfLxz00lZ1s_CRdwvMgvpayaRn7ABBjLgNIKCKiOkqOfaMem58Slb6X0DqTUx9o_JQjc4voMJ3Poeukpq22D7/s320/pj+harvey.jpg" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">In which Polly heralds the apocalypse from behind a mask of Cocteau-Twins sonics and dub vocal samples. Bizzarely, it works.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Possibly from forthcoming album<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">95. Olof Arnalds ‘Innundir Skinni’</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554315277848862498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquUaPFAf6rbkHdDnhGEqPgnWVAJWCXMRyBrXYlc4PFtBVBHxDSkG7WuDzd0XbXw3vLxXw1AG6ypDh84eLSfRyKbZGfkvH-INDTrbE-CmLmThe79L7RPTnk5oA4DS-3KxW4WJ5lFMlOx-N/s320/innundir+skinni.jpg" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">I would have thought we’d all be at Icelandic pixie saturation point by now. Room for one more at the back? Will we get confused by her name and song titles? Well, go on then.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Innundir Skinni’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">94. Matthew Dear ‘Little People (</span></span></b><st1:place><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Black</span></b></st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">City</span></b></st1:placetype></span></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><span style="font-size:130%;">)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsLIV8pT7zliuifSMsNP2y9EorJehKTaYWCKOeoVVrLvqOeuQ1q_-fhUvo9NK8cOeLWTltVWW2h1ydbACLdSrxmhaQzXONH6wYzQ5-ek1TMIuAiBgJNXLtykkIAWeFmJczl_8JALm5NBc/s1600/little+people+black+city.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554316524296334002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsLIV8pT7zliuifSMsNP2y9EorJehKTaYWCKOeoVVrLvqOeuQ1q_-fhUvo9NK8cOeLWTltVWW2h1ydbACLdSrxmhaQzXONH6wYzQ5-ek1TMIuAiBgJNXLtykkIAWeFmJczl_8JALm5NBc/s320/little+people+black+city.jpg" /></a><br />’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">I really like Matthew Dear, but I don’t <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">love</i> him. Does anyone <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">love</i> Matthew Dear? Probably, I guess.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘</span></i><st1:place><st1:placename><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Black</span></i></st1:placename><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></i><st1:placetype><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">City</span></i></st1:placetype></st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">93. The Books ‘A Cold, Freezin’ Night’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh894QzJ0g2f3IEEP3Gs5I_IeMX8Uc1VyiJPOvmvCADFAya6HDbdPvyddJCt1rKpa0IzHfR7vTGzlO60Hhbglq7iSSqlo1T3oqoxABhpnIJLPW4HENXR61fB5FILt52LM0HbXPxL01pI0wF/s1600/the+books.bmp"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554315795374538930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh894QzJ0g2f3IEEP3Gs5I_IeMX8Uc1VyiJPOvmvCADFAya6HDbdPvyddJCt1rKpa0IzHfR7vTGzlO60Hhbglq7iSSqlo1T3oqoxABhpnIJLPW4HENXR61fB5FILt52LM0HbXPxL01pI0wF/s320/the+books.bmp" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s The Books, right? Cue crap band name, weird-ass samples, great drums, disconcerting lack of cohesiveness, sudden ending. Standard. Brilliant.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Way Out’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">92. DJ Nate ‘Back Up Kid’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGiX5VBL-HkHQWz-YVhI410Doh9BxwF3u68Yqi0HOMPtYl01YfMvWAk3BJpS0hubVEU9d6aXZTCxabW2q0oGcqE2n1ZkZCiZ6pHCCNNuEDvDs3tUEPkiMh8XBdK9KkPMluQOn8bNSuwES/s1600/da+trak.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554316881527121970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGiX5VBL-HkHQWz-YVhI410Doh9BxwF3u68Yqi0HOMPtYl01YfMvWAk3BJpS0hubVEU9d6aXZTCxabW2q0oGcqE2n1ZkZCiZ6pHCCNNuEDvDs3tUEPkiMh8XBdK9KkPMluQOn8bNSuwES/s320/da+trak.jpg" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">2010, the year Juke finally broke the mainstream. The mainstream for people who spend 8 hours a day reading music blogs.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Da Trak Genious’ <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 51.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">91. Jaill- ‘She’s My Baby’</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8WubLbHct_rrtweCTzf_RE7BnARM0NdJDmaMKmiWCMgIsUQ7cPILELmBT8A4hVJgGtQ-rbhFQyUJsGJjJT74Q_T78DNroEl_2UBZTqVK3f9n4HTJtSc1eIzmmonTGOYTn7SA-7CReLf-/s1600/jaill.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554316388545928370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8WubLbHct_rrtweCTzf_RE7BnARM0NdJDmaMKmiWCMgIsUQ7cPILELmBT8A4hVJgGtQ-rbhFQyUJsGJjJT74Q_T78DNroEl_2UBZTqVK3f9n4HTJtSc1eIzmmonTGOYTn7SA-7CReLf-/s320/jaill.jpg" /></a><br /></p><o:p></o:p></span></b><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 51.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Right, class, let’s name some good things that come from </span><st1:state><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Wisconsin</span></st1:place></st1:state><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">. Cheese? Half a point. Anything else? Anyone? No? Ok. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 51.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Oh, nearly forgot this bunch of slack-jawed rrrrruckus-makers.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 51.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 51.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘That’s How We Burn’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 51.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">90. DM Stith ‘Gates Of </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Eden</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgG1abwUwepTF7cnpi2VdA3XQpxhivhmlw87RBQG3Q-DcGHVKrWUWh0jLneS12QM3uipLiN0YUUryScNdf-ZFteLREwNfGAjBwV4nuZKGrDv9TKd0_qxRMTl-7t7qNcy85a3_ZZf40rfF/s1600/dm+stith.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgG1abwUwepTF7cnpi2VdA3XQpxhivhmlw87RBQG3Q-DcGHVKrWUWh0jLneS12QM3uipLiN0YUUryScNdf-ZFteLREwNfGAjBwV4nuZKGrDv9TKd0_qxRMTl-7t7qNcy85a3_ZZf40rfF/s320/dm+stith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555080514723723570" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s a cover of that nice Dylan song, by some guy I know absolutely nothing about. He makes it sound like some Elephant 6 supergroup at their very best. Lovely.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues: A Tribute To Dylan’s ‘Bringing it All Back Home’ <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: The Helio Sequence ‘Mr Tambourine Man’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">89. Perfume Genius ‘Learning’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KNiMpx0vnr-gVrsmOXRnRRylHncdCxeh5wCvFvpGwXhKgSUtn9-VK0r6OmpLGzHdcZsfQFvYyrmmKcBtoz8J0RHdBgOJa-0vSa9gkxJS-YTkIjX1AUSt8VvDjP1BGwp4232EmJ3bFPTo/s1600/perfume+genius.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KNiMpx0vnr-gVrsmOXRnRRylHncdCxeh5wCvFvpGwXhKgSUtn9-VK0r6OmpLGzHdcZsfQFvYyrmmKcBtoz8J0RHdBgOJa-0vSa9gkxJS-YTkIjX1AUSt8VvDjP1BGwp4232EmJ3bFPTo/s320/perfume+genius.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555081005018678610" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">For me, this sounds like it was written from a faceless American suburb by a winsome and mawkish, yet impossible to hate teenager who has just watched <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Amelie</i> and dreams of Europe, thinking, no, truly believing, it’s like the film depicts.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Learning’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: Mr Peterson<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">88. Diamond Rings- ‘All Yr Songs’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcYK8iBQWQFj3pGc4Ops5JZK9pOp_FED5wyRT7IBzhDUWDZrYy2dKgss2joDJe5F-ll1Uf9zNArA55JgGJmmZc8OAI8UNN_j04QLvdzW4SZgqkiBCH0J21UYW6c8vUX9HuyCvsaapXEwKO/s1600/diamond+rings.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcYK8iBQWQFj3pGc4Ops5JZK9pOp_FED5wyRT7IBzhDUWDZrYy2dKgss2joDJe5F-ll1Uf9zNArA55JgGJmmZc8OAI8UNN_j04QLvdzW4SZgqkiBCH0J21UYW6c8vUX9HuyCvsaapXEwKO/s320/diamond+rings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555081293807337010" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">This only appeared <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">properly</i> on a release <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">this</i> year, so get your knickers out of that twist. I really like it, it’s very straightforward, very unassuming, just a well-written pop song. Strange, coming from the man who penned it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From: ‘Special Affections’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">87. Charlotte Gainsbourg ‘Heaven Can Wait’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4N0klOeIAa8E8a6D3LMHSVMTr4w1gooRas4clq7NbEohM4DYsCFL1txBf80n28JqLj2uRq04kKqvxPvM50Pz8I-u1PWvyszBtGQgnPqgxC07K1pnldYWwWUALtrE5QTdqP-XaMHjXvn-/s1600/heaven+can+wait.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4N0klOeIAa8E8a6D3LMHSVMTr4w1gooRas4clq7NbEohM4DYsCFL1txBf80n28JqLj2uRq04kKqvxPvM50Pz8I-u1PWvyszBtGQgnPqgxC07K1pnldYWwWUALtrE5QTdqP-XaMHjXvn-/s320/heaven+can+wait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555082050159168514" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Poor Charlotte Gainsbourg, not only does she have to deal with being unbelievably beautiful and rich and talented and really very beautiful, but now, because of IRM’s silly release date, the rather good album isn’t going to show up on best-of lists from 2009 <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">or</i> 2010. Dave’s here to save the day, though, and as ‘Heaven can wait’ was released as a single this year, he’ll look the other way. Production by Beck, but it’s hardly noticeable.....<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘IRM’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">86. Shed ‘Keep Time’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UIJ4iDAyepKwlgjt5mdTAM9ZHlH_Ah1I-xjF9HA0SlO3fs4-ttYsOlLSDJVBiQTmZ1gFQta44JhvCK0inRPdNBmWralFKZJhi5ob03P8mGi2Q7QmuPyzuRybvs5o1jYbMM90pw4yc1g_/s1600/shed.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UIJ4iDAyepKwlgjt5mdTAM9ZHlH_Ah1I-xjF9HA0SlO3fs4-ttYsOlLSDJVBiQTmZ1gFQta44JhvCK0inRPdNBmWralFKZJhi5ob03P8mGi2Q7QmuPyzuRybvs5o1jYbMM90pw4yc1g_/s320/shed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555081726514940210" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy. </span><st1:state><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Berlin</span></st1:place></st1:state><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> producer is really great at making compelling, interesting dance music. Call the fucking front page.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Traveller’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">85. Robyn ‘Call your Girlfriend’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UrVvOw1JIa7XfKOgLzW8JVj2cZeCbzuV1PhNIvrh_qzumYwjiF3ejes4cHkQjsWbl8tkSpdsaJWjxUm1-4dsmVzfXr5du1FDdiazOCp9an7lASLR5TbMxzrVgn6-RhpPNPKaVUKxVwjr/s1600/robyn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UrVvOw1JIa7XfKOgLzW8JVj2cZeCbzuV1PhNIvrh_qzumYwjiF3ejes4cHkQjsWbl8tkSpdsaJWjxUm1-4dsmVzfXr5du1FDdiazOCp9an7lASLR5TbMxzrVgn6-RhpPNPKaVUKxVwjr/s320/robyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555085573182026690" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">No, you call YOUR girlfriend! I dunno what to write about Robyn man, gimme a break. Who actually doesn’t like the woman?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Body Talk’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Indestructible’, ‘Hang With Me’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">84. El Guincho ‘</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Bombay</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6h0pqtwkYBnaSxJ8-QyxL0Lj2RmUaRi4biETOPQmA_-N0xBsC-HRmqU4sI0BIxA95mnHg9Q_pGwHvCzqkMVlV1kjkxE0Ox7y1kjNBG3XajskiqMySeObXHStey4Pr5TlJdcetqgo_X0EQ/s1600/el+guincho.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6h0pqtwkYBnaSxJ8-QyxL0Lj2RmUaRi4biETOPQmA_-N0xBsC-HRmqU4sI0BIxA95mnHg9Q_pGwHvCzqkMVlV1kjkxE0Ox7y1kjNBG3XajskiqMySeObXHStey4Pr5TlJdcetqgo_X0EQ/s320/el+guincho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555083957768274866" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">My Spanish housemate told me of the people of </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Barcelona</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> that ‘because of economic crisis, not much to do, so everybody is just watching El Guincho video for </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Bombay</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’. Sounds alright.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Pop Negro’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">83. Andreya Triana ‘Draw The Stars’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYVR2W1FyPPtIlzY60EgmI_Nrt0eGglm1U95mMMh324ACLEJM5RAp-uqRhqErdMSL_pciDYKK0AmoCkWHf76F2R-O4Ki7N92SFCdvglmwzzMA3MTCF68mKZkQ0ydg4nKPL_38qnAM7y_Y/s1600/andreya.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYVR2W1FyPPtIlzY60EgmI_Nrt0eGglm1U95mMMh324ACLEJM5RAp-uqRhqErdMSL_pciDYKK0AmoCkWHf76F2R-O4Ki7N92SFCdvglmwzzMA3MTCF68mKZkQ0ydg4nKPL_38qnAM7y_Y/s320/andreya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555082347414070514" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Completely out of leftfield for me, this one. Reminds me slightly of that girl who sang ‘Put you records on’ or whatever it was called, then did absolutely nothing else even vaguely catchy. But, you know, good.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Lost Where I Belong’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">82. Ikonika ‘Red Marker Pens (Happy Ending)’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGK7OMXA99HRe8ZhGYtP7PgVtC3HPHp7wcskdx1UM5cGVG3ioVvPSHaq4scyY2S4SnYrGt562p4lV0Y7RuAARYTxIzruNsjfsehE4gzXyeAnbFRvOQ3h-uyDOfZUFcbngauVZD7VmTsyG/s1600/ikonika.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGK7OMXA99HRe8ZhGYtP7PgVtC3HPHp7wcskdx1UM5cGVG3ioVvPSHaq4scyY2S4SnYrGt562p4lV0Y7RuAARYTxIzruNsjfsehE4gzXyeAnbFRvOQ3h-uyDOfZUFcbngauVZD7VmTsyG/s320/ikonika.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555083210542980850" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">The fact that songs on Ikonika’s debut are sub-titled after standard chronological events in arcade games (see: ‘Ikonklast (insert coin)’ and ‘Look (final boss stage)’) is almost reason enough for inclusion. When the music itself is this engaging and forward-looking, well, that’s just grand. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Contact, Love, Want, Have’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Yoshimitsu’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">81. Jay Electronica ‘Shiny Suit Theory’ (Ft. Jay-Z)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlN_3mEE1riVhZDdwYT0MwgHGJJHUvWORmB4ghPUuU2uFZSLC-GWNuesf1rdHfBVqo2grhsdxlg9bXZbrrVbq7ksY43cM3T9M2vQReqANxmEPoygzwyi19S97qudP1zvmbnZj8Jvf1LHR/s1600/jay+electronica.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlN_3mEE1riVhZDdwYT0MwgHGJJHUvWORmB4ghPUuU2uFZSLC-GWNuesf1rdHfBVqo2grhsdxlg9bXZbrrVbq7ksY43cM3T9M2vQReqANxmEPoygzwyi19S97qudP1zvmbnZj8Jvf1LHR/s320/jay+electronica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555082559365131154" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Jay Electronica is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">well</i> street. Like, really. The gravel-throated rapper lived homeless in loads of U.S cities for years before signing to that other, slightly more famous Jay’s Roc Nation imprint. Well street. Listening to him makes me pretty street. I’m pretty street anyway though.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Possibly from a forthcoming album<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Exhibit C’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">80. Pearson Sound ‘Blanked’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdu5IfuFYwOPncIcG58pOYCklMgUN_tt3KQxmfy-PvvHmShemgHnaVt_Akejz5YWBpKwhoIdIytAaVsNejZFMPITRHFfrt4HFhlC1l-tTBvLvGj_YabqkIWX2PAUea9ZBlgODYIdPnS8T/s1600/pearson+sound.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdu5IfuFYwOPncIcG58pOYCklMgUN_tt3KQxmfy-PvvHmShemgHnaVt_Akejz5YWBpKwhoIdIytAaVsNejZFMPITRHFfrt4HFhlC1l-tTBvLvGj_YabqkIWX2PAUea9ZBlgODYIdPnS8T/s320/pearson+sound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555082968133093474" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">So insidious you barely have time to press play before it’s barged it, gotten comfy among your neurons, and drunk all the whisky.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Blanked 12”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">79. The Roots ‘Right On’ (Ft. Joanna Newsom & S.T.S)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpBjiBVNQl1MQht5kOX-ppAMXz53jHMs3yMRYU1AZUaqhyphenhyphen7XvQDAG7vyPV6Sq0eKBn3ZAB4hCkode0a4WBZI61qqpJHdtWEPe5FriysUZmivLKOzf4who-OGExbNWWjiU1ue_eqjZ55u-/s1600/the+roots.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpBjiBVNQl1MQht5kOX-ppAMXz53jHMs3yMRYU1AZUaqhyphenhyphen7XvQDAG7vyPV6Sq0eKBn3ZAB4hCkode0a4WBZI61qqpJHdtWEPe5FriysUZmivLKOzf4who-OGExbNWWjiU1ue_eqjZ55u-/s320/the+roots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555092019844661618" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">After years & years of trying, The Roots.......have apparently given up even pretending they appeal to anyone but skinny white kids who’d so-o-o much rather stay at home reading than go to a genuine hip-hop club in Queens. Oh look! I’m one! I love The Roots.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘How I Got Over’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">78. Kendal Johansson ‘Blue Moon’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid3HuUuWAWXQxyzO_76P3yJNlwlhMoVnwYki6Ff4JloRoaG2R1yK0xwo7sz_FouiFpg48HQyly7GQsDlTj6dU5AXVF5d2MZQMi6Sj1MBcsdNtSPgTQu7t5C8-9ekczfxrvPhzf5ux2GUz/s1600/kendal.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid3HuUuWAWXQxyzO_76P3yJNlwlhMoVnwYki6Ff4JloRoaG2R1yK0xwo7sz_FouiFpg48HQyly7GQsDlTj6dU5AXVF5d2MZQMi6Sj1MBcsdNtSPgTQu7t5C8-9ekczfxrvPhzf5ux2GUz/s320/kendal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555091694277028370" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">I was kinda sad when Alex Chilton died this year. Then I heard this and remembered that Big Star only wrote about 5 good songs and that ‘Blue Moon’ wasn’t really one. This is the earnest, soaring indie-pop version of Hendrix covering ‘All Along The Watchtower’<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Blue Moon 7”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">77. Zinja Hlungwani ‘N’wagezani my love’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfIKt2haIoaztvxzxRZLR3EiPXKlqF5f9SPfuIIyJcAmW5UE_J6oA8Q0jS401TXTjUkqsyv5enU3py0cJCFVO7ykoIkIDjqX7rZYf6LUWbPwf1Ks2mjSLAmKxwW2pTS-aRyCnzU3_Hn5t/s1600/zinja.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfIKt2haIoaztvxzxRZLR3EiPXKlqF5f9SPfuIIyJcAmW5UE_J6oA8Q0jS401TXTjUkqsyv5enU3py0cJCFVO7ykoIkIDjqX7rZYf6LUWbPwf1Ks2mjSLAmKxwW2pTS-aRyCnzU3_Hn5t/s320/zinja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555092577894715426" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">African new-wave dance music. I literally find it impossible to type any more description than that without sounding like a posh, white, dreadlock-afflicted blaxploitation film director pitching something set in Stoke Newington. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘</span></i><i><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: ENfont-family:Arial;" lang="EN" >Sh</span></i><i><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN;font-family:Calibri;" lang="EN" >angaan Electro: New Wave Dance Music From </span></i><st1:country-region><st1:place><i><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN;font-family:Calibri;" lang="EN" >South Africa</span></i></st1:place></st1:country-region><i><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN;font-family:Calibri;" lang="EN" >’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: FR;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" lang="FR" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">76. Autre Ne Veut ‘Drama Cum Drama’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqfnzypV1zST0EHWFxI5kr22oh7hyuCEGjN0u-A7v5HKjyeHjHl2dBHwhYDZIY3dLSAgs4Css7gAvLfU9CKh7GEMgLEoE8TwGS8GQ_CTFqLYGlNPrZvp7j8_BilR3pIgXV4jstUb3r3i0/s1600/autre+ne+veut.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqfnzypV1zST0EHWFxI5kr22oh7hyuCEGjN0u-A7v5HKjyeHjHl2dBHwhYDZIY3dLSAgs4Css7gAvLfU9CKh7GEMgLEoE8TwGS8GQ_CTFqLYGlNPrZvp7j8_BilR3pIgXV4jstUb3r3i0/s320/autre+ne+veut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555092744052730562" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">2010 was the year in which you could just buy* random albums released on Olde English Spelling Bee and you’d know they’d be amazing. Even ones by whiny-voiced, 80s prom-music obsessives.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Autre Ne Veut’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Two Days Of Rain’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">75. Actress ‘Purrple Splazsh’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQyd1WY2t-kxHMHV7JJNqnsx4YaHPnXJGuOnM6RZZk2fvCwks2yrlGHUupNuCqCf8yW58fJRDitsOCZFGJMw3mz_Y8Om-AOSOgr8MUKET8Ux2gdAvHkLxWQ1u5V55gejuiUEWzFpX1Pbr/s1600/actress.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQyd1WY2t-kxHMHV7JJNqnsx4YaHPnXJGuOnM6RZZk2fvCwks2yrlGHUupNuCqCf8yW58fJRDitsOCZFGJMw3mz_Y8Om-AOSOgr8MUKET8Ux2gdAvHkLxWQ1u5V55gejuiUEWzFpX1Pbr/s320/actress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093171255076754" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">The most obvious comparison I guess would be Zomby, but Actress is so far off on his own, the weird kid pulling legs off ants in the playground, that even that feels a little disingenuous. Basically, in a hugely prolific post-dubstep (sorry) world, it’s getting harder and harder to tell who’s an innovator, and who’s an evolutionary dead end. Just not this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Splazsh’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Hubble’, ‘Maze’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">74. Yeasayer ‘O.N.E’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFTW6pTBCtqxPSsRhbhSUP3J5O8avsJBe_do3ur_nued9HGKKSOlKI4novC18_-YrDBkgYYa3JqnBWwc1SO45fm2JvEnAXKw0SZy1rsdRZ00nYuB6HcwsrnK4gIZVr4p2rkd22djz96Ca/s1600/yeasayer.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFTW6pTBCtqxPSsRhbhSUP3J5O8avsJBe_do3ur_nued9HGKKSOlKI4novC18_-YrDBkgYYa3JqnBWwc1SO45fm2JvEnAXKw0SZy1rsdRZ00nYuB6HcwsrnK4gIZVr4p2rkd22djz96Ca/s320/yeasayer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555092306162898962" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Most people intrigued by the desert-psyche of Yeasayer’s debut were kinda pissed when their sophomore effort saw them pretending to be The Scissor Sisters. But the man who wants the world to remain the same does not want it to remain at all, like. It means we can probably look forward to another U-turn on their third, and in the meantime, enjoy some of the undeniably catchy pomp from Odd Blood. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Odd Blood’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Ambling Alp’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">73. Magnetic Man ‘I Need Air’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis83ar7DiBLuSYWCevXSr6lRULBji58sfkzCzDxhfQ9fVRRVAR9Y5T2NSTeIN_FVIJiEoah3NCuZL8Jaihn5dAlqhxSHSP4nDiS48nndp8V85vx-RX6RxlMCs1BBS0G1dBJn1snArLNOCh/s1600/magnetic+man.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis83ar7DiBLuSYWCevXSr6lRULBji58sfkzCzDxhfQ9fVRRVAR9Y5T2NSTeIN_FVIJiEoah3NCuZL8Jaihn5dAlqhxSHSP4nDiS48nndp8V85vx-RX6RxlMCs1BBS0G1dBJn1snArLNOCh/s320/magnetic+man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555092963738864402" /></a><br /> </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Ft.</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Angela</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Hunte<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s taken dubstep nearly 10 years to find its way into the vague mainstream, and a supergroup of pioneers to do it. In the final act, it’s lost much of what made the genre interesting, and yeah, the majority of Magnetic Man’s album is pointless, not-so-candid pandering to an audience who are just never going to be truly interested. That said, I dares anyone to listen to this song and not scan around for the nearest dancefloor. I just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">dares </i>ya.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Magnetic Man’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">72. Teengirl Fantasy ‘Cheaters’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggx7OsoWMrVXzESGK5ElDh1CFW5Vu2bIT6bnqw7HCvbBBG36Hr0XFAaI2bu3yVR1jljuXsMpjFKQd4hPN0LtvBhRb5vB7dZPyitdigV2mspiDntkfmD9UMcWbWuQFdMUSnMeHRlvVp9PZb/s1600/teengirl+fantasy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggx7OsoWMrVXzESGK5ElDh1CFW5Vu2bIT6bnqw7HCvbBBG36Hr0XFAaI2bu3yVR1jljuXsMpjFKQd4hPN0LtvBhRb5vB7dZPyitdigV2mspiDntkfmD9UMcWbWuQFdMUSnMeHRlvVp9PZb/s320/teengirl+fantasy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093421975652018" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Oh god, do we really need more proof that the internet has changed everything about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">everything</i>. Ok fine, here’s some: The best house music this year came from a pair of yoofs messing around in a dorm somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘7am’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">71. </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Addison</span></b></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Groove ‘Footcrab’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGl9heBLL1mf6EJP6msMml1C8In0_h3-UaCqchMpvWfc2Vx6erLK8Trkx97-RyN5pPOmU81wp5IHZG0mGBjSFPUKl4UhdRaAmtNyv5wKEXC95QEunBZpUXcvwebumizwR46dhfJOxyuXU/s1600/addisson+groove.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGl9heBLL1mf6EJP6msMml1C8In0_h3-UaCqchMpvWfc2Vx6erLK8Trkx97-RyN5pPOmU81wp5IHZG0mGBjSFPUKl4UhdRaAmtNyv5wKEXC95QEunBZpUXcvwebumizwR46dhfJOxyuXU/s320/addisson+groove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093670576974866" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">If you’ve been to a half-decent </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">London</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> club in the last year, chances are that you’ve heard this one. It’s the one that goes ‘footcrabfootcrabfootcrabfootcrabfootcrab’. I haven’t, by the way. It’s all hearsay, my life.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Footcrab 12”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">70. Pill Wonder ‘Restless’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN2fXUU_0ntwG6R9W8lXMkidtx5NkMA3DdUcciaaFLjOQ-sgq8EyZtu-aULbeguomTMbCoyjJ868ye9kH5Aetl8XL6nPdlBe6qgZgHAo1WU0LsUt87n7h7eST0JjUOQSaKqrbCaxeO9WP/s1600/pill+wonder.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN2fXUU_0ntwG6R9W8lXMkidtx5NkMA3DdUcciaaFLjOQ-sgq8EyZtu-aULbeguomTMbCoyjJ868ye9kH5Aetl8XL6nPdlBe6qgZgHAo1WU0LsUt87n7h7eST0JjUOQSaKqrbCaxeO9WP/s320/pill+wonder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555093888756298386" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">My friends know that I’m a nostalgic chappy. In fact, so in love with that bittersweet feeling am I that I coined the term ‘falsetalgia’- nostalgia for events that didn’t actually happen. When I first heard this song, I missed saying goodbye to my friends from high-school in </span><st1:state><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">California</span></st1:place></st1:state><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> and the last few days with them before I went off to study at UVM. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Underwater Peoples Winter Review’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">69. Avey Tare ‘Oliver Twist’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBrcLVbXJygYBgubr6Oeq3n56ViEKU3YVYFnxRDfULJOxaFycoOy7qnhta8PRwceB7aMRLjpnamrqGLoeprCzgEVN8oJfGtjv9q_dV7sz0g-GXgM-s9SGd0nHHNtkcSIDLF3JViQDfxIw/s1600/avey+tare.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBrcLVbXJygYBgubr6Oeq3n56ViEKU3YVYFnxRDfULJOxaFycoOy7qnhta8PRwceB7aMRLjpnamrqGLoeprCzgEVN8oJfGtjv9q_dV7sz0g-GXgM-s9SGd0nHHNtkcSIDLF3JViQDfxIw/s320/avey+tare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555100391880107170" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Man, would I hate to be Avey Tare. You’d be scanning these end of year lists and would always see your songs at around #69 next to some comment like ‘yeah, this is quite interesting, yeah, I guess I quite like it’ and you’d be like ‘Oh cool, people like my music, I must be a good music-guy!’. Then you’d look down the list and see where Panda Bear comes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Down There’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">68. Baths ‘Hall’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLVSv8osi-rsoVgBgXuX3ZyIyG3yb6gcgKn822iuN4Ljxi370pQWMvM9Zrekp4ToYTxSoaoLDYE509M73vehwqLArOyIOpnr-sVbOu9P0Jr0GC9Q8uyHv5J_APaqCr-gNGRvtYChPeQCf/s1600/baths.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLVSv8osi-rsoVgBgXuX3ZyIyG3yb6gcgKn822iuN4Ljxi370pQWMvM9Zrekp4ToYTxSoaoLDYE509M73vehwqLArOyIOpnr-sVbOu9P0Jr0GC9Q8uyHv5J_APaqCr-gNGRvtYChPeQCf/s320/baths.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555100558703167362" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">You should book Baths in for a future top ten slot in your ‘albums of the year’ list. His debut effort, ‘Cerulean’, was patchy in places but tracks like ‘Hall’ show that if he can focus his craft, he’s looking at the big league.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Cerulean’ <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Maximalist’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">67. Freddie Gibbs ‘National Anthem (Fuck The World)’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZmN2Fxvm4uqoGrOlLVm43yewL1T8JoosVQPaCGB0E_TY18vdEoRQtSY3dxNStYN7RS1_bN3muMB12RW5XPPQAywJ11juinFSwPJp9Qevw6sr4l4mpHZ82Eo0HByPw4c2-LqIkco7KxcG/s1600/freddie+gibbs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZmN2Fxvm4uqoGrOlLVm43yewL1T8JoosVQPaCGB0E_TY18vdEoRQtSY3dxNStYN7RS1_bN3muMB12RW5XPPQAywJ11juinFSwPJp9Qevw6sr4l4mpHZ82Eo0HByPw4c2-LqIkco7KxcG/s320/freddie+gibbs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555100728746398850" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Hip-hop isn’t dead, it’s just in a coma. The life-support isn’t about to be turned off though, ‘cos it’s just too money. While various hacks come and harvest the organs and transplant them into other bodies, brief flashes of life across the monitor like this give us a little hope it will wake up without too much brain damage.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Str8 killa E.P’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">66. Guards ‘Resolution of One’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkZlL-EYLW7_OWT_J8nW0VgPVVGod1yrXhl4KT4_dAQCgHqOqK-svLevw1_o7xvHT9w8sqVqkAtGGimWzFBVWuOhVZn1DWsB9oOp292LGlv5J0-lHzM3FKDQkxHILDj6GE0OBO_g7dqi5/s1600/guards.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkZlL-EYLW7_OWT_J8nW0VgPVVGod1yrXhl4KT4_dAQCgHqOqK-svLevw1_o7xvHT9w8sqVqkAtGGimWzFBVWuOhVZn1DWsB9oOp292LGlv5J0-lHzM3FKDQkxHILDj6GE0OBO_g7dqi5/s320/guards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555101179381040162" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">The vogue for dropping the definite article continues unabated as brat-rock enters it’s second year. Both trends are now, by modern standards, fucking ancient and Guards, who have only just released their debut E.P may represent one of the last good ‘uns. Boringly, fellow upstarts like Minks and Hurts seem to be following the noughties trend of moving a guitar genre ‘forward’ by deciding they like dance music too (wowzers) and issuing press-releases claiming new material will by ‘influenced by Aphex Twin’ (Yawn). You’d think they’d remember what happened to Bloc Party. Anyway, this is standard-issue rad. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Guards E.P’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">65. Hype Williams ‘Untitled’ (B1)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7Z8r69Y14S98QZZIqn-28G6PXEcLLEi51IIwImg4i387hJcUSq-BQfDgPIAZF8-G6qirb3LXTp-1qasGM0e6VeR6pMqre5FZfMQ1mnRwwUqKAUuwd0dm2_GAQ2asbSjl1RzQktXaZPE3/s1600/hype+williams.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7Z8r69Y14S98QZZIqn-28G6PXEcLLEi51IIwImg4i387hJcUSq-BQfDgPIAZF8-G6qirb3LXTp-1qasGM0e6VeR6pMqre5FZfMQ1mnRwwUqKAUuwd0dm2_GAQ2asbSjl1RzQktXaZPE3/s320/hype+williams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555100966939785618" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Remember that time you got stuck with a load of really annoying cunts at a party and tried to zone out, but they were just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">too</i> annoying and kept infiltrating the great music that was playing in your brain?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Untitled’ <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘The Throning’ (from ‘Do ‘roids and kill e’rything’ E.P)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">64. Sonny & The Sunsets ‘Too Young To Burn’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqVKuXN5J_k65aNlWiljlp41K0YlgZZDZjwjjFx0aM8Uv97T2gVIHJE-6pgIV-Pm14FZPIVXeCIPvLdKHgKdYhymJ_gfMR5CPWRE0FjgSA3GkoAaA24GnGG_kdeY66i8g7_tplpRbusLG/s1600/sonny+%2526+the+sunsets.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqVKuXN5J_k65aNlWiljlp41K0YlgZZDZjwjjFx0aM8Uv97T2gVIHJE-6pgIV-Pm14FZPIVXeCIPvLdKHgKdYhymJ_gfMR5CPWRE0FjgSA3GkoAaA24GnGG_kdeY66i8g7_tplpRbusLG/s320/sonny+%2526+the+sunsets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555101406894192578" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Sigh, if only Roy Orbison had fronted a lo-fi alt.country band. What? He did? Hooray!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Tomorrow Is Alright’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">63. Fantastic Mr. Fox ‘Sketches’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SAYxpe9JihhI4DTP-cY4o0yh-GcyKOuhq1oQdEB8YsjxlM5zcblkEyj3-r73Xt48U-QwTIAhgh3n8LfVI2kHGLGUd5susFkeINDEOOPKeTrgrDMOPwfRAvNIa1qG3EDeefyc3eEbrsZ5/s1600/fox.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SAYxpe9JihhI4DTP-cY4o0yh-GcyKOuhq1oQdEB8YsjxlM5zcblkEyj3-r73Xt48U-QwTIAhgh3n8LfVI2kHGLGUd5susFkeINDEOOPKeTrgrDMOPwfRAvNIa1qG3EDeefyc3eEbrsZ5/s320/fox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555101652235422338" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Sketches?! Sounds more like someone let Charles Manson loose with a spirograph, a paintball gun and a ham radio.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Sketches E.P’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">62. MF Borat ‘So Good To Me’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivv7_-EpbXgQ5pR-rbi01FwnAWm_s2ctHAo5zRyo2RoJnd7HOonRXjY6vPPDren25zZMR8bNk7_nNe2lZ1PS0XgcMPzWfxESTgtptA2e2w0hWgGV2tCsrcZamyb6xAnjwBkbEBa3eMimIl/s1600/mf+borat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivv7_-EpbXgQ5pR-rbi01FwnAWm_s2ctHAo5zRyo2RoJnd7HOonRXjY6vPPDren25zZMR8bNk7_nNe2lZ1PS0XgcMPzWfxESTgtptA2e2w0hWgGV2tCsrcZamyb6xAnjwBkbEBa3eMimIl/s320/mf+borat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555101883006645058" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Just what the hell is this project? MF DOOM remixed by Sascha Baron-Cohen apparently. Doesn’t sound too probable. Really good E.P though, where this cut comes from, and, really, anything off it could slot in.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Mask & The Moustache E.P’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Dedicated To Love’, ‘</span></b><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Tower</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Of </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Ears</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">61. DJ Roc ‘They Can’t Fuck Wit Me’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHY8HWPVAutAVWYBONIhyCYbLcH9QEnQomRcKn1D3v9bEwCZ9daacnZLxyy1KwjEFGHlZ7AVaP9GcCy9cOodZW6SWP-l0_xp7EPz8uBA4NQttFoaj3xbXtBDvd9sFPKpT7Prs8GVl7pB8/s1600/dj+roc.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHY8HWPVAutAVWYBONIhyCYbLcH9QEnQomRcKn1D3v9bEwCZ9daacnZLxyy1KwjEFGHlZ7AVaP9GcCy9cOodZW6SWP-l0_xp7EPz8uBA4NQttFoaj3xbXtBDvd9sFPKpT7Prs8GVl7pB8/s320/dj+roc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555102067874963250" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Because I’m not from </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Chicago</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> and, In fact, am a lanky white dork who can’t dance, I’m not sure I really ‘get’ most Juke music. There’s exceptions to every rule though, fanks Planet Mu!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Crack Capone’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Let’s Get It Started’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">60. Shabazz Palaces ‘32 Leaves…..’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvq038gqlSRfvnpv4XEbpfwyyL4dJfUds3r-mXHgUsVS3C8Ut7UcEURCIw9owyJxGOfJ0LBZFK3XZKMpU_8knz9pFE6UdLPw275cPjipz1LwuidSkWSlL-VyGic23aTkbV7oejpU8jK1S/s1600/shabazz.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvq038gqlSRfvnpv4XEbpfwyyL4dJfUds3r-mXHgUsVS3C8Ut7UcEURCIw9owyJxGOfJ0LBZFK3XZKMpU_8knz9pFE6UdLPw275cPjipz1LwuidSkWSlL-VyGic23aTkbV7oejpU8jK1S/s320/shabazz.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555102274313614818" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Hip-hop just hasn’t sounded as visceral and acerbic as this since Clipse released ‘Lord Willin’’. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Shabazz Palaces’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Kill White T….’, ‘Blastit’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">59. Drake ‘Find Your Love’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1zvQhyphenhyphen7rwATJX4sxqpnfm42OrC2GDCEDMzdl_FWN1v4uG7LFOzCK9VLnACtiHfHImChqHxgMiIUBEbGBoATb8vm8a83YZ830wc8fNJhyaBr4FT60XqJtBJfjxhZfxmiT0SCEnN8nxGnA/s1600/drake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1zvQhyphenhyphen7rwATJX4sxqpnfm42OrC2GDCEDMzdl_FWN1v4uG7LFOzCK9VLnACtiHfHImChqHxgMiIUBEbGBoATb8vm8a83YZ830wc8fNJhyaBr4FT60XqJtBJfjxhZfxmiT0SCEnN8nxGnA/s320/drake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555105076681200706" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">If you take 808’s & Heartbreak, and make that your whole schtik, rather than a divisive half-step, well, actually, you still become one of the most divisive artists of the year, but at least people can’t say ‘you’ve chaaaanged’.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Thank Me Later’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Forever’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">58. The Thermals ‘I Don’t Believe You’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-6SQMQ5SXsy7mNzXoLNFJAvSru5DdPBKlNJec6VQDk_So6dbvBjd6YGqDGTBAN1G0I_MADPpUxPKKkD550E6BMgeuSdTkpBHwbEDYNa8T3N8Mx2uBgCgCy6unXvzdn-B8Zgo-v6gPAlB/s1600/thermals.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-6SQMQ5SXsy7mNzXoLNFJAvSru5DdPBKlNJec6VQDk_So6dbvBjd6YGqDGTBAN1G0I_MADPpUxPKKkD550E6BMgeuSdTkpBHwbEDYNa8T3N8Mx2uBgCgCy6unXvzdn-B8Zgo-v6gPAlB/s320/thermals.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555105306545460818" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Maths tells us that The Thermals shouldn’t succeed. There just aren’t that many power chords, not that many combinations, it should have all been done by now, all the truly caustic hooks used up. The Thermals tell maths to fuck off, write a boss 3-chord pop jam about it, piss off back home and watch every other Portland band of the last 5 years suck math’s cock.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Personal life’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">57. Ramadanman ‘Glut’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zlrmy4ZSZtF5mz8zbZQL7TxrIp3fzP6M3wrRMsLrgol3w552A_JB5PGtfnLY_BgwD7jdsnd4WQfhl6Vwj78-Jvww0e_k9eYABTRxW4QsnTu9vPgASlhzRreA0U5Qj_slbrcxXVM3WuZk/s1600/ramadanman.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zlrmy4ZSZtF5mz8zbZQL7TxrIp3fzP6M3wrRMsLrgol3w552A_JB5PGtfnLY_BgwD7jdsnd4WQfhl6Vwj78-Jvww0e_k9eYABTRxW4QsnTu9vPgASlhzRreA0U5Qj_slbrcxXVM3WuZk/s320/ramadanman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555105523422589762" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Well, it’s been David Kennedy’s year really hasn’t it? I don’t think any one man made more interesting dance music tracks than him in 2010. That will be all.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Glut 12”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also ‘Don’t Change For Me’, ‘I Beg You’, ‘Bleeper’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">56. </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Salem</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> ‘King Night’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD7Ymu-6rbEm-sKnOPkXhblf6Tt8p-F4v2MTOmQ2HBnmRsSI4Js3BnyKKU281Lk5l3dHcOHNKHAtuO6xDavXScn_4aTAkSd5GhFU-mJzLhEE5dQI-5WDOJkJXnz2iKA2qcZ6LTUlGLRZq/s1600/salem.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD7Ymu-6rbEm-sKnOPkXhblf6Tt8p-F4v2MTOmQ2HBnmRsSI4Js3BnyKKU281Lk5l3dHcOHNKHAtuO6xDavXScn_4aTAkSd5GhFU-mJzLhEE5dQI-5WDOJkJXnz2iKA2qcZ6LTUlGLRZq/s320/salem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555105746344695522" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Ok so I lied, sue me. Every single thing about witch-house sucks apart from this song.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘King Night’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">55. ceo ‘Illuminata’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nkMT7q4ZZRfXKNa6Vj2edCWrZy_8oCuukaXZP1tW5-W_gRmm0dCHhB6aEhzNvSg6l13IsdXU_Ky1Qn5mJkjSG1YCp61OijMvq0ddG9XzqW9zdHj14DmhRMJREKJB6pEWThKXyZPqNNIR/s1600/ceo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nkMT7q4ZZRfXKNa6Vj2edCWrZy_8oCuukaXZP1tW5-W_gRmm0dCHhB6aEhzNvSg6l13IsdXU_Ky1Qn5mJkjSG1YCp61OijMvq0ddG9XzqW9zdHj14DmhRMJREKJB6pEWThKXyZPqNNIR/s320/ceo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555105979589067442" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">As part of The Tough Alliance, Eric Berglund the Swede makes earnest, infectious pop with an electronic bent. As ceo, he’s striking out on his own, making, erm, earnest, infectious pop music with an electronic bent. It’s easy to be cynical about Berglund’s music at times, and it’s true that such a wide-eyed approach to songwriting can grate in the age of twitter, but when he gets it right, as on White Magic highlight ‘Illuminata’, it’s nigh-on impossible not to be swept away in such a flood of unflinching positivity. YEAH! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘White Magic’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Come With Me’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">54. JJ ‘You know’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yvc8SEXpLs2hfX6FvTV8pkUREh9XtXq1WT5D87nte96517XUrILN-gUpEm1Pra163P4x6JZnTn7R7JRvHKuLHyfi7cjSrfkOAWm_8f0q4LGdBvnxlJ_HJ7PWvCmK-sRlOjipc1LcDdFi/s1600/JJ.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yvc8SEXpLs2hfX6FvTV8pkUREh9XtXq1WT5D87nte96517XUrILN-gUpEm1Pra163P4x6JZnTn7R7JRvHKuLHyfi7cjSrfkOAWm_8f0q4LGdBvnxlJ_HJ7PWvCmK-sRlOjipc1LcDdFi/s320/JJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106163308753186" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">I know what? That JJ were unfairly ignored this year for some bizarre reason, even though their album, the unimaginatively titled ‘JJno.3’ was far more cohesive that last years (sigh) ‘JJno.2’, but it just didn’t happen to also have that single ‘ecstasy’ on it? Yes, I do know that. I also know that they wrote a whole bunch of new songs, and that they were really good.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From: ‘JJno.3’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Let Go’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">53. </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Mount</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Kimbie</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> ‘Mayor’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzWkSPTPZfTEvCWFvxyRAwzU-aoSRknVBaTRwNIwkjnN-FOcrV6poO25Vwej7G-XOFDhvM5dEmJ3LG0yG1_6cpGAY-1B8sOiJwxbikj7K4zyO0D6QHLJHoT9kjfHo0ePkOLWZ0Iv_Uk3J/s1600/mount+kimbie.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzWkSPTPZfTEvCWFvxyRAwzU-aoSRknVBaTRwNIwkjnN-FOcrV6poO25Vwej7G-XOFDhvM5dEmJ3LG0yG1_6cpGAY-1B8sOiJwxbikj7K4zyO0D6QHLJHoT9kjfHo0ePkOLWZ0Iv_Uk3J/s320/mount+kimbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106381442393730" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">I had to stop myself from flooding this list with post- (ahem) dubstep, but as it’s being written from </span><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Brighton</span></st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">, I feel it would be a disservice not to include these local beat-heads. Fractured vocals, desert soundscape, parched ambience, you know the drill, but not as well self-contained and downright re-playable as this you don’t.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Crooks & Lovers’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Carbonated’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">52. M.I.A ‘XXXO’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gleZzf9W1lzgkRa9KRtJQDzGp9jQiGxyRxSYSktOM5ooVPaWZD6U3qCgg8u0OieVzD2v0kN4EKir-XMVXEkB2cPl4PQ-TzhwrrpEPHhuoNLvOX30Kymst-mVht7ELU0psgJWf7Y_dWzj/s1600/m.i.a.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gleZzf9W1lzgkRa9KRtJQDzGp9jQiGxyRxSYSktOM5ooVPaWZD6U3qCgg8u0OieVzD2v0kN4EKir-XMVXEkB2cPl4PQ-TzhwrrpEPHhuoNLvOX30Kymst-mVht7ELU0psgJWf7Y_dWzj/s320/m.i.a.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106695617234834" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s a soap-box stomper that for a brief, glorious moment makes you forget what an absolute let-down ‘MAYA’ is. Remembering her pop a.b.c’s fleetingly before launching into another baffling attack on the ginger dwarves that live in Youtube or something, it’s heartening to know M.I.A still has these in her. She’ll be back. Probs with power power.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘MAYA’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">51. Girl Unit ‘Wut’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaPtnV3Rl3FuXGUYN6mcBIQYZqJvWzqnLnYbvGUhvVaOIKx_-2iZdqCg6FylYSODt5qhKLrwaaBeMOLo9rfsGmvi-kgybbNm3Q5QkKgg4-sWjBo7OWg5jJitK5VHPMuL1GKqpHjxkATL0/s1600/girl+unit.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaPtnV3Rl3FuXGUYN6mcBIQYZqJvWzqnLnYbvGUhvVaOIKx_-2iZdqCg6FylYSODt5qhKLrwaaBeMOLo9rfsGmvi-kgybbNm3Q5QkKgg4-sWjBo7OWg5jJitK5VHPMuL1GKqpHjxkATL0/s320/girl+unit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106908788774562" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">The only people who think that this song is gonna bring Night Slugs to the general publics’ attention is FACT magazine. That doesn’t stop it being the first ‘big’ tune they’ve had though. And seriously, what a tune it is, welding itself onto the part of your brain usually reserved for everyday functions, I now find myself unable to perform basic tasks like making toast, and instead sit in a blissed-out daze murmuring ‘wut, wut!’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Wut 12”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘IRL’ (From ‘IRL E.P’)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">50. Lady Gaga ‘Telephone’</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">(Ft.</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Beyonce)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnw5RMSGervMfGgJjvrrO-BFNFKB0FI903Qoq29PCiqHay7E5aymHK1z7ADngt1u-01eXVdlcfB6lDfCDhXHt7iVPrryiRxib33lDiJEKrNOAT9CaYSasfB35fw3rXUBP9JWllWMFQ5oy1/s1600/telephone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 534px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnw5RMSGervMfGgJjvrrO-BFNFKB0FI903Qoq29PCiqHay7E5aymHK1z7ADngt1u-01eXVdlcfB6lDfCDhXHt7iVPrryiRxib33lDiJEKrNOAT9CaYSasfB35fw3rXUBP9JWllWMFQ5oy1/s320/telephone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555107089603820738" /></a><br /></span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Can we disassociate this song from the obviously-best-video-of-the-year? Should we? Is it pseudo-feminism? Is it post-post-feminism? Who even cares? Lady Gaga truly gets pop music, she’s learnt the most important lesson about it: It has nothing to do with the music.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Fame Monster’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">49. The-Dream ‘Yamaha’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirieU4_htxKsALIRd2wBWlapu0w98WB3Va6bL-XswAXK148JUwSLcm8MwMue4oIQHSuPJTxQ_qMTrtErxtOBRSOaMqOdl1XSkah6NEdhyphenhyphenLyQhzrDlPHcjk7zrGf24FaYp745pMrNc3S71l/s1600/the+dream.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirieU4_htxKsALIRd2wBWlapu0w98WB3Va6bL-XswAXK148JUwSLcm8MwMue4oIQHSuPJTxQ_qMTrtErxtOBRSOaMqOdl1XSkah6NEdhyphenhyphenLyQhzrDlPHcjk7zrGf24FaYp745pMrNc3S71l/s320/the+dream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555113719105256402" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s a little known fact that the artist formerly known as Prince goes home after a long, hard day of selling out arenas 8 billion nights in a row, slaps on a load of stem-cells and masquerades by night as the young artist currently known as The-Dream. None of that is true, but after listening to ‘Yamaha’, I almost believe my own fib.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Love Game’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">48. John Roberts ‘Navy Blue’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleieIal2cWCw78zP4gWK6DWL5hGsWHhoh4ROVO7_AyH4gIajFnpK7ULBXQ4zIStp2Z4lUtgN8I6hhyMISveYiRieoP_NH11MAdmzfrK5mPl8kS5kS1N5JfTF9iP-p0RJtGXb1FSzIEVz9/s1600/john+roberts.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleieIal2cWCw78zP4gWK6DWL5hGsWHhoh4ROVO7_AyH4gIajFnpK7ULBXQ4zIStp2Z4lUtgN8I6hhyMISveYiRieoP_NH11MAdmzfrK5mPl8kS5kS1N5JfTF9iP-p0RJtGXb1FSzIEVz9/s320/john+roberts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555113894641108626" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Backwards piano and strings, interesting jazz-bass, dance-structure but definitely not DJ material. So far, so IDM. But John Roberts has done the homework necessary to stand out because, let’s face it; I doubt anyone thinks creating ambient works is the most technically skilled area of music. After all, its very nature means there is just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">less</i> to do. You have to be deft. There are literally thousands of self-proclaimed ‘bedroom composers’ floating around the web, but few arrive at the crux that Navy Blue does, 7 minutes of near uniform progression that leaves you wishing it was 70.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Glass Eights’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">47. Tame Impala ‘It Is Not Meant To Be’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSclkLVAlKd048eCfTImJggV0PhVzuQxggkO-JJ5Lsk78UiuQwI9z01wqXsspQBpE6AZaRswzMMJQ-DY6kxnfricVXkpBelhYHDEitPAFQvkHY7EnJiOoR0V2oxlHmobhxmoTrFPmg6sci/s1600/tame+impala.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSclkLVAlKd048eCfTImJggV0PhVzuQxggkO-JJ5Lsk78UiuQwI9z01wqXsspQBpE6AZaRswzMMJQ-DY6kxnfricVXkpBelhYHDEitPAFQvkHY7EnJiOoR0V2oxlHmobhxmoTrFPmg6sci/s320/tame+impala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555114395899494770" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">If The Beatles had lasted long enough to buy a few Cut Copy records, The White Album probably would have sounded a bit like this. Additional nomination for best solo. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Innerspeaker’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Desire Be, Desire Go’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">46. Emeralds ‘Genetic’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXr8TlAb_jzraqcJ6Tmj-npo4tp05Z8u9kxyelVwbYGVwgFD8a28k5QZHIJJskkUCDKMwIlEq0ieC_u63FdMdzJwArTvTdGLrb6g1_fjhhk9QdwsEp7CrXh1SrQE9puonISGuntq0Y4q4/s1600/emeralds.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXr8TlAb_jzraqcJ6Tmj-npo4tp05Z8u9kxyelVwbYGVwgFD8a28k5QZHIJJskkUCDKMwIlEq0ieC_u63FdMdzJwArTvTdGLrb6g1_fjhhk9QdwsEp7CrXh1SrQE9puonISGuntq0Y4q4/s320/emeralds.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555114544632857730" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Emeralds must have been pissed when Fuck Buttons garnered near-universal acclaim for their two albums of ten-minute noise-drone songs when they’d been doing the same thing for years, better. This, the last piece in the ‘biology’ triptych on ‘Does it look like I’m here’ forms the centrepiece of the album much like ‘Bro’s’ did on Person Pitch; nearly twice as long as every other song, it’s an album-within-an-album, a not-so-microcosm summation of all the ideas that are present throughout the work in more individual forms. Also, really good.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Does It Look Like I’m Here?’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Now You See Me’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">45. Matthew Herbert ‘</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Leipzig</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkuclwvAiVXPBL3esn-qIQGwvrcfg7PkJC24ZE3jNwUIeAxCtnTI6s27nqyBuitJCQyMzKKBpeH4UAlH7bt6opJ1hBkdgBOaQ6Prdov_wFH1oWlDBQxlafqNvPwcvC4JPuK1ygbKEV3v1/s1600/matthew+herbert.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkuclwvAiVXPBL3esn-qIQGwvrcfg7PkJC24ZE3jNwUIeAxCtnTI6s27nqyBuitJCQyMzKKBpeH4UAlH7bt6opJ1hBkdgBOaQ6Prdov_wFH1oWlDBQxlafqNvPwcvC4JPuK1ygbKEV3v1/s320/matthew+herbert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555114714920786130" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">‘</span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Leipzig</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’ is the sleaziest thing you’re likely to hear this year. Leipzig WILL hit on your sister, then offer her drugs in the toilet of some slimy club. </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Leipzig</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> will NOT be leaving alone tonight, and it’s not fussy. If it has organic origins, it passes </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Leipzig</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’s test. Some people were slightly surprised at the direction Matthew Herbert took with ‘One One’, but why? The guy is the archetypal iconoclast, if he wants to write a LCD-esque steam-of-consciousness dance tune, albeit sung by a probable rapist, rather than some tubby existentialist, he jolly well will. It’s like Lolita on ketamine. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘One One’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">44. Das Racist ‘hahahaha jk?’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9Hmx1eB8JsWiJMoL_ipxCo_h5R6GTmzkDXwX1Q0PzpVUKZqywYAys4ni1bL9h4AaObQcj2lF1PBv42tz8uBbLIqDEpUJ6L01xicIZJiYhdH7SYECSO442P0DtzXb-ebDxkUOGQa6qVyb/s1600/das+racist.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9Hmx1eB8JsWiJMoL_ipxCo_h5R6GTmzkDXwX1Q0PzpVUKZqywYAys4ni1bL9h4AaObQcj2lF1PBv42tz8uBbLIqDEpUJ6L01xicIZJiYhdH7SYECSO442P0DtzXb-ebDxkUOGQa6qVyb/s320/das+racist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555114896125292066" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">‘We’re not joking/ just joking/ we are joking/ just joking/ we’re not joking’ drawls the wiseacre chorus of the most internet-friendly rap troupe ever. So-o-o-o, are they joking, actually, or not? Well, if you’d asked me just a few months ago, when they delighted every single blogger, ever, with the comedy-hop track ‘combination Taco Bell & Pizza Hut’, I’d have said ‘definitely yes’ and would not have been willing to bet any money whatsoever on their longevity. But now, to be honest, I don’t think they are. Want proof? ‘hahahaha jk?’ and its mother mixtape ‘Sit Down, Man’ are so much more than a lazy grab at the Brooklyn zeitgeist, it’s seriously impressive, intelligent hip-hop both deftly self-satirizing and complicit to the whims of the blog-riddled world they inhabit.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Sit Down, Man’ Mixtape<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">43. The Fresh & Onlys ‘Waterfall’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFumowxACrbulMfR72vRXPUclQs83jxq4OpCBO5Iw8dD7pwOFLS4ZWQMLxliM-E40HegPkvPE-xgkLgKjhLhJ1776GWXVV3Dp-F8vbzXMIc3Kp1IKqP980Rk-1ByYsg4AyK_FdWGfYkSWD/s1600/fresh+%2526+onlys.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFumowxACrbulMfR72vRXPUclQs83jxq4OpCBO5Iw8dD7pwOFLS4ZWQMLxliM-E40HegPkvPE-xgkLgKjhLhJ1776GWXVV3Dp-F8vbzXMIc3Kp1IKqP980Rk-1ByYsg4AyK_FdWGfYkSWD/s320/fresh+%2526+onlys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555115080507754642" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Unbelievably effective and evocative garage-esque tune about </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">San Francisco</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> or something probably. Nothing to do with waterfalls.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Play It Strange’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">42. Solar Bears ‘Trans Waterfall’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MVanLISFDHyjIWN8ofamhF9bXIl_YsOeNjKHqoOHw93pqp5HriV0kSE9k3pTYCRJg8KyWLKrLDckjWffV0KThEmlm-1Hk7beqj5RYicUKjtGrZkvqdKmqCcHWRLO0KkcugpPwQS9o64A/s1600/solar+bears.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MVanLISFDHyjIWN8ofamhF9bXIl_YsOeNjKHqoOHw93pqp5HriV0kSE9k3pTYCRJg8KyWLKrLDckjWffV0KThEmlm-1Hk7beqj5RYicUKjtGrZkvqdKmqCcHWRLO0KkcugpPwQS9o64A/s320/solar+bears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555115239431496770" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Unbelievably effective and evocative glacial synth song about outer space or something probably. Nothing to do with waterfalls. Or transisis.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Inner Sunshine E.P’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Twin Stars (From ‘She Was Coloured In’)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">41. Colleen Green ‘Worship You’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkTzizRItwNyh43viap_qW9MLcHnsvcYhiW5rVKkYszkT3l493_Osyr0aBQVhJoaLOjlf107gU4p69P9SQFJePPOBOaMA4Znj_BbnMz6ELQfi7-rxuOg6nHy4ip6oMo1mQH_AM4zZNAjC/s1600/colleeen+green.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkTzizRItwNyh43viap_qW9MLcHnsvcYhiW5rVKkYszkT3l493_Osyr0aBQVhJoaLOjlf107gU4p69P9SQFJePPOBOaMA4Znj_BbnMz6ELQfi7-rxuOg6nHy4ip6oMo1mQH_AM4zZNAjC/s320/colleeen+green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555115428083000146" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Fact 1: We shouldn’t let cute girls just do whatever they like because they have neat-o retro frames.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Fact 2: Of all the post-genres, post-grunge is the one that really, truly doesn’t exist.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Fact 3: ‘Worship You’ is a flawed masterpiece of a post-grunge anthem, but Colleen Green is a cute girl with neat-o retro frames so she can do whatever she likes. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘</span></i><st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Milo</span></i></st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Goes To </span></i><st1:city><st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Compton</span></i></st1:place></st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’ Tape<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">40. Hyetal ‘</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Phoenix</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYUK8OcDWeG7ARtCViedCJA2bMpIBR26HGs-WrItuqtYyd7ibfuUdwQMnO21zYofY2KSVB39tswcr05CEJxaTocMt36i9P1TozcsYsvkbI8aRHG1b-1p73hLLGlVmueG4muXbKdrLMNgD/s1600/hyetal.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYUK8OcDWeG7ARtCViedCJA2bMpIBR26HGs-WrItuqtYyd7ibfuUdwQMnO21zYofY2KSVB39tswcr05CEJxaTocMt36i9P1TozcsYsvkbI8aRHG1b-1p73hLLGlVmueG4muXbKdrLMNgD/s320/hyetal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555115614635348962" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Of this whole ‘Purple-beat’ sound coming from </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Bristol</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">, Guido might have had the first major album, but it’s Hyetal that have got the tune. Plus, I could never really get on board with that bass-brass thing that Guido do. Sax on the dance floor, still not cool. Ho Ho.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘</span></i><st1:city><st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Phoenix</span></i></st1:place></st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> 12”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">39. Jamie Woon ‘Night Air’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeJqaeVJvyiX9f9mNM44BSr1JacE4Zc80uR6QnwMy0uX677Hc5HNm24Cusf-WOI7nNILnkA8O1t3Yt2hTqNv9p3CDXm2fTRVMdt7XbhncUfFMLR3k0xSglVuii3-ltW1JQT5FNNq9hgA0/s1600/jamie+woon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeJqaeVJvyiX9f9mNM44BSr1JacE4Zc80uR6QnwMy0uX677Hc5HNm24Cusf-WOI7nNILnkA8O1t3Yt2hTqNv9p3CDXm2fTRVMdt7XbhncUfFMLR3k0xSglVuii3-ltW1JQT5FNNq9hgA0/s320/jamie+woon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555119127160984546" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Apparently, Mr.Woon has been making music for about ten years, but nobody was listening or caring. He’s kinda had the exact same idea as what’s at the base of James Blake: Fuse dubstep, bass and IDM with the mannerisms of a singer-songwriter. They even have the same first name, really. Co-production by Burial.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Night Air 12”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">38. Frank (Just Frank) ‘Mr.Itagaki’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCgk8vYlY-HM6u7b4A6NVCrcNtnFTJX6vMY6vOpjb2NzC9-PXTvt0urw4AYkyXe-ZLidI-i4unTm8yP0PPYL6RFhzVX4hMM4pWgvec5A4DJu9fmH4LXfhMPbveZ-jO2UY7F9KgTVSq_OM/s1600/frank+%2528just+frank%2529.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCgk8vYlY-HM6u7b4A6NVCrcNtnFTJX6vMY6vOpjb2NzC9-PXTvt0urw4AYkyXe-ZLidI-i4unTm8yP0PPYL6RFhzVX4hMM4pWgvec5A4DJu9fmH4LXfhMPbveZ-jO2UY7F9KgTVSq_OM/s320/frank+%2528just+frank%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555119322524063970" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">As indebted to cold wave as they are to The Cure, Frank (Just Frank) were one of my personal favourite surprises of 2010. Sung in both French and English, their trenchant synth-transfusions delighted your ears but froze the rest of your face off. Dancing in a place somewhere between a realisation of ‘Fake Plastic Trees’ and a glacier lit up with Christmas lights, they easily proved themselves both catchier and more aware of the need for multi-levelled longevity than their much-praised peers, all with a nonchalant coolness not seen since Tom Vek.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Brutal Wave’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">37. The Morning Benders ‘All Day Daylight’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZd0ADYKSvDdkOuUQLkmB-bD_XKs6pRfq3V1cB4laWYN1GxlAfpH7s29LbVbi-o12zOBwPlivf2oZLpc0ct1WBmFRiKr_4-CMkWu3XS62jUV7-4zeEMja69FZKs7SM5Djp8W9ekby4-vM-/s1600/the+morning+benders.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZd0ADYKSvDdkOuUQLkmB-bD_XKs6pRfq3V1cB4laWYN1GxlAfpH7s29LbVbi-o12zOBwPlivf2oZLpc0ct1WBmFRiKr_4-CMkWu3XS62jUV7-4zeEMja69FZKs7SM5Djp8W9ekby4-vM-/s320/the+morning+benders.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555119555686613330" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">In 15 years or so, it’s conceivable that The Morning Benders might end up being one of a new generation of Spoons or Yo La Tengos, one of those American ‘Big’ indie bands that consistently get great reviews from Pitchfork & Co., but leave us in the </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">UK</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> pretty nonplussed. The problem with those bands is there’s just too much to absorb now for all but the most dedicated completist, their write-ups time and again referencing cultural milestones that we over on this side of the pond just didn’t have; not many of us went to east-coast colleges in the late-90’s. We’ve got no red cups, dammit, so take your Modest Mouse and get out! Latch on to the Morning Benders now then, is the lesson we could learn, they’ve only got one (great) album, it’s still possible to heart them! ‘All Day Daylight’ is a good place to start. It’s a real old trick, a conventional rock song masquerading as experimental work, but that’s not to say it isn’t one of the catchiest, most bombastic yet <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">ever so</i> restrained songs of the year.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Big Echo’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also : ‘Cold War’, ‘Stitches’, ‘Sleeping In’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">36. Flying lotus ‘…..And the World Laughs with You….’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KdhuUqsutUNOxcd_jwMDSvCALXorG5mna6Xd-b951RnnOQLqW9tqw7TPuH_JEPS8oRiV2xfHhxW9StOzQtHJKrrFYlN8rP23k3fier3QfL_l5TtwagJjJ7-EK_KgEYrRwr9e8mnO3WLk/s1600/flying+lotus.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KdhuUqsutUNOxcd_jwMDSvCALXorG5mna6Xd-b951RnnOQLqW9tqw7TPuH_JEPS8oRiV2xfHhxW9StOzQtHJKrrFYlN8rP23k3fier3QfL_l5TtwagJjJ7-EK_KgEYrRwr9e8mnO3WLk/s320/flying+lotus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555119903408327218" /></a><br />(</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Ft.</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Thom</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Yorke)<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Look who made this song, look who provides vocals. It’s going to be boss isn’t it?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Cosmogramma’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘MmmHmm (ft Thundercat)’, ‘Do The Astral Plane’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">35. Warpaint ‘Undertow’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0u9pkugENS5tgFuGhwMDpIbosob1qJEndKnTE2ypwvkhD_G_4Cx3rTa1_fVqFCQBfYS12-AckYV7WhABZRhy1Afo0YSgdiOE6P_3VmZuoT_Vubxo2b5umz-6JXVqOEKTJB1fCmNZ9Fe4/s1600/warpaint.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0u9pkugENS5tgFuGhwMDpIbosob1qJEndKnTE2ypwvkhD_G_4Cx3rTa1_fVqFCQBfYS12-AckYV7WhABZRhy1Afo0YSgdiOE6P_3VmZuoT_Vubxo2b5umz-6JXVqOEKTJB1fCmNZ9Fe4/s320/warpaint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120149229743266" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Four great-looking girls with guitars are always going to have fans. Four great-looking girls with guitars who can write these kind of Sleater-Kinney-esque jams, slow them down and give them a penetrating, passive-aggressive vibe are always going to have more. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘The Fool’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">34. Big Boi ‘Shutterbugg’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlpER1oG1y4xhnlOuIyNOsm_2F3TVy5_JKe5YhfCm6oOikADDmaVEsoH6zUCTjY85lQroyXvRSq6ZE0R3noOUQNQ6LSziGia0kkEfxUEp__ntN94m-LbE-B73xbUwSQV1IdfHmQUqHXxv/s1600/big+boi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlpER1oG1y4xhnlOuIyNOsm_2F3TVy5_JKe5YhfCm6oOikADDmaVEsoH6zUCTjY85lQroyXvRSq6ZE0R3noOUQNQ6LSziGia0kkEfxUEp__ntN94m-LbE-B73xbUwSQV1IdfHmQUqHXxv/s320/big+boi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120304540926050" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">You can count the number of truly great hip-hop albums this year on one hand. Must we still rely on Outkast to provide the goods? It means I have to talk about the (always smaller) group of people who consistently rated Big Boi over Andre 3000 getting some major vindication points with ‘Sir Lucious….’, how the visionary fusion is still just as relevant, just as tight, how the lyrics are solid and perfectly formed, how the production is easily the equal of Stankonia, and really, everybody knows this all already. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son Of </span></i><st1:city><st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Chico</span></i></st1:place></st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Dusty’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Daddy Fat Sax’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">33. Sun Airway ‘Oh, Naoko’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sJp9j0Nr1LXBkffbLhKDPS98SJSMYf1f8Ax38271NeU8qILxdMzX19NzvRcZjpTYrK2XZuR2YVna2y88cU8R97y_gYQG3onRu5631LFgUt_TKgqGs2wU8eG-HPfYQFR0R0nH8y4v5zi-/s1600/oh%252C+naoko.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sJp9j0Nr1LXBkffbLhKDPS98SJSMYf1f8Ax38271NeU8qILxdMzX19NzvRcZjpTYrK2XZuR2YVna2y88cU8R97y_gYQG3onRu5631LFgUt_TKgqGs2wU8eG-HPfYQFR0R0nH8y4v5zi-/s320/oh%252C+naoko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120469165705698" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s about time we got some bands whose names are actually reflected in their music. Every song by Sun Airway could conceivably be titled ‘Sun Airway’, it’s breezy, photon-saturated amorphous music, blurred at the edges but still with a sense of direction. It’s also about time someone other than River Cuomo wrote about being in love with random obsessive Japanese fans. So yeah, this works out pretty well really.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Nocturne Of Exploded Crystal Chandelier’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">32. Disclosure ‘Linstigator’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzVf7g1f35DrFXsvkMI7Fu7kGjtOjQmDPcu_YI4SCRX-XeNEouxB0VeIqLgkI2Vg6kQUMbPJfeKcyJQ8e-ZeobdhMpLunlyHwyTM21RHLx9hwZrc66s-xKE0JLCKwxeyf47tAvBztAD7b/s1600/disclosure.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzVf7g1f35DrFXsvkMI7Fu7kGjtOjQmDPcu_YI4SCRX-XeNEouxB0VeIqLgkI2Vg6kQUMbPJfeKcyJQ8e-ZeobdhMpLunlyHwyTM21RHLx9hwZrc66s-xKE0JLCKwxeyf47tAvBztAD7b/s320/disclosure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120645497544514" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">When I was about 17 I didn’t have a boss dubstep act, I had acne and A-levels. Now<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m 22 though, I have a good educat…..I mean, good career prospe…….I mean a beautiful girlfr……..I mean an internet connection so I can download dubstep tracks made by about 17-year-olds. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Unreleased<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">31. Ohneotrix Point Never ‘Returnal’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_HPiorSRK7Q0OffpO-iQBo-5KCSThoPdwVAdq4kxAdvCuR3dlhiViKAGUVHPFvbTG5gMJi1LbHTJoEujPL4AatJrUO-xt67DTRO_CnVHz0g4goFeYL1_8rKgydzzND9lDYUNJYRqMJDC/s1600/antony.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_HPiorSRK7Q0OffpO-iQBo-5KCSThoPdwVAdq4kxAdvCuR3dlhiViKAGUVHPFvbTG5gMJi1LbHTJoEujPL4AatJrUO-xt67DTRO_CnVHz0g4goFeYL1_8rKgydzzND9lDYUNJYRqMJDC/s320/antony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120793138289378" /></a><br />(</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Antony</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’s vocal version)<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">‘The internet...is a self-phantomizing machine’ What the bloody hell does that mean ?! When the words tumble oh so tremulously out of </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Antony</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">’s mouth, however, I’m all like ‘Oh yeah! The internet totally <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">is</i> a self-phantomizing machine!’. Such is the stark fact that Hegarty’s voice, possibly the most unique, sublime new instrument of the last 10 years, remains as affecting as ever. In my opinion, it’s always worked better on other peoples’ records too, and in particular, those of electronic musicians. The contrast of his deceptively fragile gasps, quiveringly angelic, yet perhaps still the most <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">human</i> thing imaginable, on the inorganic mutterings of various circuits has provided us with some of the most beguiling, unclassifiable songs. This is certainly no exception.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Returnal 7”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Also: ‘Describing Bodies’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">30. Nicki Minaj ‘Roman’s Revenge’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRR5jH4su8E__iHJqyXiJkm1m8Xl6w-wat5B_bbNqyCow1wwGVuvruCMprrayKx7cjS5mQGW1vYpuFvGkUvkPdRl1UT_41T6Txts30OMS1FhhToiiPwc4mgTCDmfrdOR-zmCNEFhQP27o/s1600/nicki+minaj.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRR5jH4su8E__iHJqyXiJkm1m8Xl6w-wat5B_bbNqyCow1wwGVuvruCMprrayKx7cjS5mQGW1vYpuFvGkUvkPdRl1UT_41T6Txts30OMS1FhhToiiPwc4mgTCDmfrdOR-zmCNEFhQP27o/s320/nicki+minaj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120982622880994" /></a><br />(</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Ft.</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Eminem</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">)<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">So far, Nicki Minaj has made a career of upstaging far more established rappers on their own songs. She even makes Kanye ‘I am not worthy enough to even mention his name’ West look like a wimp on ‘Monster’. When it came to putting together her own album though, it didn’t really gel. She’s so-o much better on the offensive that, bereft of foe, it came off a little on the wrong side of ridiculous. ‘Roman’s Revenge’, however, was the saving grace of ‘Pink Friday’. Back on familiar scathing territory, showing up Eminem to be the fool we all know he’s become and growling her way to all-or-nothing victory over that stark snare, it wasn’t hard to forgive the most exciting new talent in rap for her first shaky foray into the long-player. That pseudo-English accent has never sounded more devastatingly poisonous, either.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">From ‘Pink Friday’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">29. Teebs ‘Double Fifths’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVOrcvnJzlHTY5J1NvcvbVHH4o3q1hhfO4b9QHjsLth2AHminPfus4fJ0aqib2aue7vaRzy9KO96woQDRLuSYlm28FPq_tpllEu4OhItFcW3kluEtoXb2iBd1vUpmOrRkSoUflBzn8Q1w/s1600/teebs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVOrcvnJzlHTY5J1NvcvbVHH4o3q1hhfO4b9QHjsLth2AHminPfus4fJ0aqib2aue7vaRzy9KO96woQDRLuSYlm28FPq_tpllEu4OhItFcW3kluEtoXb2iBd1vUpmOrRkSoUflBzn8Q1w/s320/teebs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555125956928174754" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Electronic music’s much scribed-about current paradoxical obsession; a fixation with creating ‘organic’ sounding beats, just wasn’t something anyone should be interested in before Teebs released his debut this year. Now, it all makes sense. You can hear the grass growing, the waterfalls falling, the microbiota bioting so clearly throughout the entire work that it brings back feelings of watching those old 70’s Attenborough films, even though this wasn’t the soundtrack. ‘Double fifths’ is the most perfect example of a sub-genre already so thoroughly conquered by one brilliant checkmate that we barely need to mention it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Ardour’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Arthur’s Birds’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><st1:place><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">28.</span></span></b></st1:placename><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Beach</span></b></st1:placetype></span></st1:place><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > House ‘</span></b><st1:country-region><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Norway</span></b></st1:place></st1:country-region><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H45XpF2oZSo2v6ds36gsPchRtKxqIPwlFTcgxfrdoWw2LwxMPGpf3GlwRDhKNthjcx5MQoPI9rEuAegprB4MQA_uBGADGVLwHIUdWnbHI_8RMxO_WKJba8VCYSNJfBt6ynImrRkB2w5U/s1600/beach+house.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H45XpF2oZSo2v6ds36gsPchRtKxqIPwlFTcgxfrdoWw2LwxMPGpf3GlwRDhKNthjcx5MQoPI9rEuAegprB4MQA_uBGADGVLwHIUdWnbHI_8RMxO_WKJba8VCYSNJfBt6ynImrRkB2w5U/s320/beach+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555126183260123666" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >When I started University nearly five years ago, Animal Collective, Grizzly Bear and Beach House were the three keycards you needed to be thought of as someone who liked esoteric music. Now, all three light up the Billboard top 200. Whatever that is. Similarly, all the criticism that was aimed at ‘us’ (I say it like we were some club) was basically that we only liked those bands because no-one had really heard of them. And I hate to admit it, but I do, at times, feel myself less in love with the triumvirate now that my mum listens to them on the way to work. It only takes a second though, a brief shake of the head, and a quick press of play, to listen to such ludicrously wonderful compositions such as ‘</span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Norway</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’ and remember what I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">really</i> fell in love with.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Teen Dream’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Silver Soul’, ‘Used To Be’, ’10 Mile Stereo’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">27. Pantha Du Prince ‘Stick To My Side’ (</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Ft.</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Noah</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Lennox</span></b></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhft5xLzgRAmnqhI5Q3LQTEbSeuHVJkKX5jXpbtaoMmiVm982HV-2R8u5k-1AXuC2FNxP9hKSKBdogenpTBoKD8-y3DsMGNdvOKPyaUPkYx6lbp4NLWKPrPG8cAKZD1zE_cEQakdHC1zMAa/s1600/pantha+du+prince.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhft5xLzgRAmnqhI5Q3LQTEbSeuHVJkKX5jXpbtaoMmiVm982HV-2R8u5k-1AXuC2FNxP9hKSKBdogenpTBoKD8-y3DsMGNdvOKPyaUPkYx6lbp4NLWKPrPG8cAKZD1zE_cEQakdHC1zMAa/s320/pantha+du+prince.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555126439199636578" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Techno’s poster boy meets </span><st1:place><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Brooklyn</span></st1:place><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > deity, mixes his inimitable jam-jar sonics with that wistful beach-boy croon we’ve all come to associate with a flare-up of gushing internet write-ups and viola! Suddenly every man and his blog cares about Pantha Du Prince! ‘This Bliss’ was a better album, dorkaloids! Still, try as I might, I’m rendered fairly defenseless by this song. The masses are right! It’s really good! Bah! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Black Noise’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Lay In A Shimmer’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><st1:place><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">26.</span></span></b></st1:placename><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Beach</span></b></st1:placetype></span></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"> Fossils ‘Vacation’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRSKMtZJovQqyETFtCS1jwfdLysPinm_tJ5fYBkFeV2ZLPbqfN5_6jxUkON_fXXYvlNPoasAXBiJ79gGh_M7_xAPtSs-_4EUsojhNVHz31vGSlimoI00akWG5gs1Qh0tWe_zfjW0RnNIB/s1600/beach+fossils.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRSKMtZJovQqyETFtCS1jwfdLysPinm_tJ5fYBkFeV2ZLPbqfN5_6jxUkON_fXXYvlNPoasAXBiJ79gGh_M7_xAPtSs-_4EUsojhNVHz31vGSlimoI00akWG5gs1Qh0tWe_zfjW0RnNIB/s320/beach+fossils.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555126705934688930" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Of all those summer-punk jangle bands that graced our airwaves for about a day each this year, Beach Fossils were the only ones that seemed to truly believe their own pastel-coloured self-mythologizing. Consequently, so did everybody else and this song quickly became the BBQ outside-stereo jam of choice for those balmy august evenings. Well, if you live in </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >San Francisco</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > and cook mainly tofu sausages on barbies. I think we played it a few times too.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Beach Fossils’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">25. Cee-Lo Green ‘Fuck You’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JmUJ8PAcV_IO8YBiEYn0vlpBL9eC669XEaxBt7FHMkY2WL1q2DxAzhcYIMkoIRl0mlq5h9A3mfCGzNnu7mr6MgrXTImX8dFm9wBT4C5ajrQnbLn1Pn9rI-0kkhx3fce8DT6Pcs8Ivz9v/s1600/cee-lo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JmUJ8PAcV_IO8YBiEYn0vlpBL9eC669XEaxBt7FHMkY2WL1q2DxAzhcYIMkoIRl0mlq5h9A3mfCGzNnu7mr6MgrXTImX8dFm9wBT4C5ajrQnbLn1Pn9rI-0kkhx3fce8DT6Pcs8Ivz9v/s320/cee-lo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555126883814295762" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >If I’m totally honest, the version of himself Cee-Lo presents on ‘The Ladykiller’ is far shinier than many, including myself, would have liked. Even ‘Fuck You’ (released as the toe-curling ‘Forget You’ as a radio single) leaves bruises far more like those from a friendly thump on the arm than a rival-suiter eliminating sucker punch. Still, if easy-listening aRt & B absolutely has to exist, I’d like it to sound like this, puhh-leeze.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘The Ladykiller’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Wildflower’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">24. Caribou ‘</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Odessa</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsnr3VB9ynlfSSco5BTASSSqyjbo8GLiNns6kYf0ycFyG9tQbxXgNZlLwFsU8IZ37vyxQP6yyBsbbLvkKDGjNQLqGQ_mhXPddE9hhADIe3tXaDSGNoOk4hhNOeapjjY97yWBg5bxXZEi6/s1600/caribou.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsnr3VB9ynlfSSco5BTASSSqyjbo8GLiNns6kYf0ycFyG9tQbxXgNZlLwFsU8IZ37vyxQP6yyBsbbLvkKDGjNQLqGQ_mhXPddE9hhADIe3tXaDSGNoOk4hhNOeapjjY97yWBg5bxXZEi6/s320/caribou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127066069506210" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Have you heard this one?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Swim’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Kaili’, ‘Sun’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">23. Joanna Newsom ‘Easy’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOuC5lr9FcbwKM0XD4BNu7yaWAm5OtdxwX3P6YJIuulxgQHWiAV6TznO-UD_oZSHLuMQb4R3ui8RHxuXs5yXWesiFnTS1SfUGf7TIfAynHvnLRZ3aoaXM7uxlBil1cLl8Kqo3r3eRq4ab/s1600/joanna.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOuC5lr9FcbwKM0XD4BNu7yaWAm5OtdxwX3P6YJIuulxgQHWiAV6TznO-UD_oZSHLuMQb4R3ui8RHxuXs5yXWesiFnTS1SfUGf7TIfAynHvnLRZ3aoaXM7uxlBil1cLl8Kqo3r3eRq4ab/s320/joanna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127270015890002" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Right, the best song on the bloated ‘Have One On Me’ is NOT ‘Good Intentions Paving Company’. That song sucks! It’s boring! ‘Easy’, by contrast, is a wonderfully tuneful, oscillating meander through Joanna’s C.S Lewis-esque poetics. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Have One On Me’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">22. Joy Orbison ‘The Shrew Would Have Cushioned The Blow’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuWg8HcsG1_v_csFMdAx6ZK2E0d2DvdL7pZ7A6ia58bnobiBQ1VwPv6ewg27Zy2qKs8QfV8zef-o6wLdtpoAkIbfExeogb9xEYaWHJn3NubO5f9axa_91pD3ZFr1NqIfOtHCahjUUPaQW/s1600/joy+orbison.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuWg8HcsG1_v_csFMdAx6ZK2E0d2DvdL7pZ7A6ia58bnobiBQ1VwPv6ewg27Zy2qKs8QfV8zef-o6wLdtpoAkIbfExeogb9xEYaWHJn3NubO5f9axa_91pD3ZFr1NqIfOtHCahjUUPaQW/s320/joy+orbison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127433136186642" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Sounds Shakespearean, actually a deceptively linear dissertation entitled ‘Why I, Joy Orbison, am the best producer of the last two years.’ <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >If it succeeds in only getting through one epidermal layer, that’s because it was designed to do so, just because it’s sluicing around at surface-level doesn’t mean it’ll be going anywhere anytime soon. As maddeningly addictive as anyone can hope for from a down-tempo dance scene designed to operate on the periphery. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘The Shrew Would Have Cushioned The Blow’ E.P<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">21. Twin Shadow ‘Tyrant Destroyed’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Jj-USVlDZQwXmtCLLk7-PlLwG6K9VlAx_NdzHgpL47V96lx-6jAJRJLmDiIfUeUm1Lyoz4E0v9LHU0KqH7nIui1xpqePkPZo7SFUuYBkdfkCNhnUGC2wADA1KCnjMKMRoLeIoY1Ew6b6/s1600/twin+shadow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Jj-USVlDZQwXmtCLLk7-PlLwG6K9VlAx_NdzHgpL47V96lx-6jAJRJLmDiIfUeUm1Lyoz4E0v9LHU0KqH7nIui1xpqePkPZo7SFUuYBkdfkCNhnUGC2wADA1KCnjMKMRoLeIoY1Ew6b6/s320/twin+shadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127598484417234" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >The fact that I’m a little lost for something to say about this other than ‘Err…it’s boss’ is testament to the considerable skill of George Lewis Jnr, a.k.a Twin Shadow, in carving himself an original niche in a landscape chocka-block with 80’s new wave revivalists. Sure, all the familiar cultural touchstones are there in small print; Echo & The Bunnymen, Depeche Mode etc etc, but they always feel little more than necessary ancestors, rather than constricting family elders. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>Just like how I’m nothing like my bitch gran, but without her I wouldn’t be alive. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Forget’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Slow’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">20. Gil Scott-Heron ‘</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:state><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >New York</span></b></st1:place></st1:state><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > Is Killing Me’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mQUKZdlQHdTK7B7GSvAqUuTtgX4bbQr3RJbcmQPsXcEq3cD5OtNqLAV3I2CrlpWXJLq1VVhXJcDmD3R6kKPSOSAeKBf8hdIIqSQCc5DqJLhF4Esza7c75M3YrN5S08gSz453v9F6cJsN/s1600/gil-scott.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mQUKZdlQHdTK7B7GSvAqUuTtgX4bbQr3RJbcmQPsXcEq3cD5OtNqLAV3I2CrlpWXJLq1VVhXJcDmD3R6kKPSOSAeKBf8hdIIqSQCc5DqJLhF4Esza7c75M3YrN5S08gSz453v9F6cJsN/s320/gil-scott.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127793859917490" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Kind of hard to believe this kind of statement, when, 16 years after his last studio album, Gil comes back all reinvigorated and releases a long-player that puts most of todays young ragamuffins to shame. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Appearing first to be a seriously damning appraisal of the Big Apple, it only takes a few listens to hear the humour behind the track, to see that he’s still not taking himself too seriously, rather, he’s finally comfortable in his own skin, at terms with where his life has taken him. No smoking? Vegan cafes? Fuuuuck that whippersnapper, sit down here and ol’ sandpaper throat’ll give you some perspective.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘I’m New Here’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also ‘Me And The Devil’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">19. James Ferraro ‘Last American Hero’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDBEwfZJ3O1yXszElePS3ZPqww7nOFMOvk1X7TsuZUPma9HlMhxx2wKgTk0yzIeBJn9Q_2qsi8Vvt13nWuLubgyf9xTscuxeq2ipAFM5nXuy3HIGHoBUzKNxUNbw4G26nRTuEPmQli83M/s1600/james+ferraro.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDBEwfZJ3O1yXszElePS3ZPqww7nOFMOvk1X7TsuZUPma9HlMhxx2wKgTk0yzIeBJn9Q_2qsi8Vvt13nWuLubgyf9xTscuxeq2ipAFM5nXuy3HIGHoBUzKNxUNbw4G26nRTuEPmQli83M/s320/james+ferraro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555127970992955586" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Every time I try to think of something to say about this (30-minute) song, I think of the frankly rather verbose review I read somewhere on teh interwebz, and have a little chuckle to myself. So I’ll just quote that instead.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Tahoma;">'More than anything, it’s [a track] which lives up to its evocative title, placing the listener behind the eyes of a dissolute, aviator-wearing, Marlboro-smoking neo-cowboy speeding 100kph away from, or perhaps into<span class="textexposedhide2">, certain ruin’<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span class="textexposedhide2"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span class="textexposedhide2"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Tahoma;">Thanks for that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span class="textexposedshow2"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Calibri; mso-hide: nonefont-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span class="textexposedshow2"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Calibri; mso-hide: nonefont-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-GB" >From ‘Last American hero’<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span class="textexposedshow2"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Tahoma;">, certain ruin.'</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">18. Tennis ‘</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Marathon</span></b></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFk69ttqA-mRPQPNXlL-FP2i37GH1RYF96HuSP4ZnyngUTBWPgJMIXFJQflon6ZoSDXLcebLi_Ri3HyuSg3mbbaw28AzDVjYw02EeR9CY0JVu50v-TASIHWdij0f9_1XVTknibxmMG_OfE/s1600/tennis.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFk69ttqA-mRPQPNXlL-FP2i37GH1RYF96HuSP4ZnyngUTBWPgJMIXFJQflon6ZoSDXLcebLi_Ri3HyuSg3mbbaw28AzDVjYw02EeR9CY0JVu50v-TASIHWdij0f9_1XVTknibxmMG_OfE/s320/tennis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128135776850898" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Basically, imagine if Beach House had just one more songwriting gold coin, and Vampire Weekend weren’t so in-your-face lawn shorts. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Don’t you hate it when people write about music and they just say stupid stuff like ‘If band A had a baby with Band B’ blah blah blah. Lazy. But honestly, that’s what this song sounds like!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Loads of bands at the moment sound quite a lot like each, or, at least, it’s easy to link them to a sphere. Tennis, though, are better than all the acts you’re thinking about now after you read that last sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘</span></i><st1:city><st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Baltimore</span></i></st1:place></st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > E.P’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘</span></b><st1:city><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Baltimore</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’, ‘</span></b><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Cape</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Dory</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">17. Max Richter ‘Infra 5’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OidktlvK2bPrKkvVHyH0IFzRDAd8qI9UM8i3W8Lr2jqAolga6ri3lfrurGLOqKbg_STlqLFwfSPn_RIBJYQ-s6w10exboS2EWgDAIiLFYvTPPnvwItaBtQKBNroatJz-JCQmcyymKR8M/s1600/max.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OidktlvK2bPrKkvVHyH0IFzRDAd8qI9UM8i3W8Lr2jqAolga6ri3lfrurGLOqKbg_STlqLFwfSPn_RIBJYQ-s6w10exboS2EWgDAIiLFYvTPPnvwItaBtQKBNroatJz-JCQmcyymKR8M/s320/max.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128369347851298" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From the opening strings, you know you’re in for something special. Those rising, insistent minor swells, somehow all at once urgent, pleading, languid and resigned. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Neo classical gets bad press. And so it should. For the most part it’s for pretentious pricks who consider sophistication to be a black & white profile photo for an album cover, replete with liner notes that diss Beethoven. For the most part. Sometimes, in the hands of a skilled artificer, it makes everything else look like the crude racket of a reasonless mob. Oh yeah, and this is one of those times.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Infra’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">16. Deerhunter ‘Helicopter’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5gd-fhhKIPBudSm7UfYpwCpFLfUnBs0XSMnGCTQPQtzLdK7lroRckIPKP_4jQ-9cTOfofpkinpq-tT7NQI1WMTdGI1LU-E3RM3rGYk0BEFKG1KMTfXCgHlX2VOCFsCIAK2-ZrxgtCyqn/s1600/deerhunter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5gd-fhhKIPBudSm7UfYpwCpFLfUnBs0XSMnGCTQPQtzLdK7lroRckIPKP_4jQ-9cTOfofpkinpq-tT7NQI1WMTdGI1LU-E3RM3rGYk0BEFKG1KMTfXCgHlX2VOCFsCIAK2-ZrxgtCyqn/s320/deerhunter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128510599393906" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Few people realize years of promise.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Strangely, as this list has accelerated towards #1, I’ve found it harder to write about the songs, not easier. I have far more emotional connection to this than, say, whatever’s at #97, but the words won’t come, crystallizing my neurons into text is beyond me. Maybe it’s about doing justice, maybe my prowess with the English language is just not what I, in my ego-centric manner, believe it to be. Whatever. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Few bands are doing it as well as these guys.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Halcyon Digest’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Desire Lines’, ‘Revival’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">15. </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Best</span></b></st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Coast</span></b></st1:placetype></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > ‘The End’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21GN1s2roNyx0wrU44l4p83nw71cx4Mhrn0myj0CkupFKNvVwJfDCsJWCJqL0JEhTidbs0gay2cILb6YrGwJLtOcOpRt1mtOnbwkT4m29Ow4Q-rXwywwKFbCtwAWAiYHLt9Zib3fCMDBK/s1600/best+coast.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21GN1s2roNyx0wrU44l4p83nw71cx4Mhrn0myj0CkupFKNvVwJfDCsJWCJqL0JEhTidbs0gay2cILb6YrGwJLtOcOpRt1mtOnbwkT4m29Ow4Q-rXwywwKFbCtwAWAiYHLt9Zib3fCMDBK/s320/best+coast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128656527944146" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >I have no idea why I tolerate this. It’s probably because sometimes you read Wittgenstein, and sometimes you listen to three chords.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Crazy For You’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Boyfriend’, ‘When I’m With You’ (From When I’m With You 7”)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">14. Skream ‘How Real’ (</span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Ft.</span></b></st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" > </span></b><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Freckles</span></b></st1:placename></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxZysTSKpAwvsvxdZPBosK9J6wNPWPQvmLcOy7CYSW5KsofxeWdRZgQDkJF4Nj2G_NtnjGrNeclo2K231OBw84U6vbyOF5ZyEPnYJdHVcG3NGYDYfYctfn40LAx_t2y08noxdJblCRUnP/s1600/skream.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxZysTSKpAwvsvxdZPBosK9J6wNPWPQvmLcOy7CYSW5KsofxeWdRZgQDkJF4Nj2G_NtnjGrNeclo2K231OBw84U6vbyOF5ZyEPnYJdHVcG3NGYDYfYctfn40LAx_t2y08noxdJblCRUnP/s320/skream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555128976888912466" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Skream doesn’t make dubstep anymore, Ok? Let’s show that elephant to the door, it’s boring, and an unnecessary debate. This has far more in common with straight-up house music, and even trance than his moodier beginnings. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >It’s his treatment of Freckles’ confetti vocals, warping them into, I hate to say it, a euphoric chorus-verse-chorus progression, that lets us know that he may have moved on, stylistically, from the recession-generation rallying cry we’re used to, but that he’s still the dance music figurehead we’ve all come to think of as ‘ours’.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Outside The Box’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Perforated’ <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">13. Four Tet ‘Angel Echoes’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBc8AxoacVUfpOQyZ8o4S_djIt6pJjVNVK9wzJTeqk3Oq_saa-7SaN6WSPKWmT8RSCnVjCpVsl-dyEf4CRN4kD_r1W3-fV_C23dR2Hw2MpRshj4p9-BSHGLsXgaMmVswK_tPu7a7SeZu_-/s1600/angel+echoes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBc8AxoacVUfpOQyZ8o4S_djIt6pJjVNVK9wzJTeqk3Oq_saa-7SaN6WSPKWmT8RSCnVjCpVsl-dyEf4CRN4kD_r1W3-fV_C23dR2Hw2MpRshj4p9-BSHGLsXgaMmVswK_tPu7a7SeZu_-/s320/angel+echoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555141133370456434" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Four Tet barely permeates my consciousness nowadays, then I start writing these lists and I’m like ‘waaait a minute! How did Four Tet get to no.13? I have no memory of putting him there, I’ll just move it.’ Then when I re-open the document a day later, it’s back at #13. It seems it cannot be avoided- Four Tet is a boring-as-hell choice, but he’s just so good, just so <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">obviously</i> better than the competition, that my actually willful decision has relatively little impact on reality. Ho-hum.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘there Is Love In you’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Love Cry’, ‘Circling’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">12. Kanye West ‘Monster’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YA0W59YTJrKMrlc-KGR67lx9plWuyew7k7dQYCsfhfwbXK8KAygzncLv2II2tk65DCwXO8eQsLSTNKy4udkkN0FRm8M-OZTc2jnr4ExqrNu3AQkMNim8UJoo7Vy3TQFTvaP19MmRU881/s1600/kanye+west.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YA0W59YTJrKMrlc-KGR67lx9plWuyew7k7dQYCsfhfwbXK8KAygzncLv2II2tk65DCwXO8eQsLSTNKy4udkkN0FRm8M-OZTc2jnr4ExqrNu3AQkMNim8UJoo7Vy3TQFTvaP19MmRU881/s320/kanye+west.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555141378535765954" /></a><br /></span> </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">It would be a waste of time to say anything about Kanye. I will clear up a few things, though. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Firstly, the choice of ‘Monster’ is entirely arbitrary, it’s just the one that showcases best both Kanye’s obvious (and entertaining) total paranoia, and his craftsmanship as a pure pop writer. Anything on the alum would do.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Secondly, Only #12? Yeah, well Kanye’s albums true strength lies in the consistency, about the many, many 9/10 songs all piled on top of each other, squawking for your attention. Remove any one of them and look at them in isolation, and the shine comes off a little. Just a little.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><em>From ‘My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy’<o:p></o:p></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><strong>Also: Rest Of The Album<o:p></o:p></strong></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"></span></p><st1:place><st1:placename><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11.</span></span></b></st1:placename><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></b><st1:placetype><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Forest</span></b></st1:placetype></span></st1:place><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"> Swords ‘Rattling Cage’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii51FABhD9PYmh0ozT81tmtIxbvJWje9N-eLI62tuIoRcp5iVpfQhicTIMHYuSCtS3yV2oWnX4Ip6i3qqYhr-CaTC956f9e_CQc5N0k_Hz_6VsUr8Oj99i48SzhGqZ2hARWBHptiaGiz_h/s1600/forest+swords.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii51FABhD9PYmh0ozT81tmtIxbvJWje9N-eLI62tuIoRcp5iVpfQhicTIMHYuSCtS3yV2oWnX4Ip6i3qqYhr-CaTC956f9e_CQc5N0k_Hz_6VsUr8Oj99i48SzhGqZ2hARWBHptiaGiz_h/s320/forest+swords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555141570070469410" /></a><br /></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" lang="EN-GB" > </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >This is the quantum mechanics of songwriting. Try and measure it and it becomes something different, squirming through your grasping hands. Drone? Kinda. Dubstep? Sorta. Folk song? A bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Innovative, quicksilver brilliance, from the bloody Wirral of all places? Oh, hellz yeah.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>That’s about all that should be said, you need to listen for yourselves.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Dagger Paths’- Expanded U.K Edition<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Miarches’, ‘Hjurt’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">10. Aloe Blacc ‘I Need A Dollar’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby3fVN26Hf8yhUkeZ32mzxT4PKKdeRcKusF3-0MaICGhG8vEjr-qlApab6uJG16krFmceakN9UqEb1yWhPVexa-HkPmORH8HNQvy-wGD4NNI1Yug8qRulm-PCTtkrvHCKj6QHttI-8EGv/s1600/aloe+blacc.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby3fVN26Hf8yhUkeZ32mzxT4PKKdeRcKusF3-0MaICGhG8vEjr-qlApab6uJG16krFmceakN9UqEb1yWhPVexa-HkPmORH8HNQvy-wGD4NNI1Yug8qRulm-PCTtkrvHCKj6QHttI-8EGv/s320/aloe+blacc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144561674985826" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Aloe Blacc is a filter through which 70’s soul can access YOUR world. All your music sucks, 70’s soul was totally well better, he’s not taking no for an answer, not accepting any progression, not acknowledging anything that’s happened in the last forty years, and you’re gonna sit there, you’re gonna listen and you’re gonna agree with him. And, funnily enough, after four minutes or so, you’re not even gonna need to be coerced to do so.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Good things’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9. Wild Nothing ‘Live In Dreams’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiQ7FZv7IK8ZBYRgp16Lxau6gJ1uRzBdniqwgulKSgS3IJAubuY9CRIexvNye3bfX84tM2gkoeea9I1zzpKDMI3LKhHIEcG6scrMp_OKUfYn4sQfZ_FifmvJL1oDNZ6k5Vsbqciu7xNmj/s1600/wild+nothing.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiQ7FZv7IK8ZBYRgp16Lxau6gJ1uRzBdniqwgulKSgS3IJAubuY9CRIexvNye3bfX84tM2gkoeea9I1zzpKDMI3LKhHIEcG6scrMp_OKUfYn4sQfZ_FifmvJL1oDNZ6k5Vsbqciu7xNmj/s320/wild+nothing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144797257614962" /></a><br /></span></span></b><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Right, I’m 8,000 words into this project, I cannot physically type the words ‘bedroom artist’, ‘the 80’s’ or any of the ‘distortion/fuzz/lo-fi’ set anymore. I CAN’T DO IT. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Wild Nothing was always the best of that bunch, considered, affecting and yet never mawkish. You never feel like you’re just aurally re-living his childhood for the sake of it, it’s still always about the song. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Nostalgia works, it’s a valid hook, especially in the times we’re living through, but it fails when the future is sacrificed. With Wild Nothing, it’s a cursory glance behind, not a homage to that girl you’re still in love with from 12 years ago, and it’s so-o-o much better for it that you wouldn’t believe. Beautiful, adaptable and never, ever pathetic. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Gemini’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Summer Holiday’, ‘</span></b><st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Chinatown</span></b></st1:place><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >’, ‘Golden Haze’ (From ‘Evertide’ E.P)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8. Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti ‘Round & Round’ <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwW1_fQ9ZuEMGkWMxZQXWZqixF1ifVu7Qm3GE0e-FAeZrBhJ45POX5CnrL7VD1IOT4-HEyd7kSJHw7AWJOWT06Y4nZcRF9XPi06etaOQ4PHy0-N6yGEDnQ5-b1YfpKvlU1tYkT9blLWJft/s1600/ariel+pink.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwW1_fQ9ZuEMGkWMxZQXWZqixF1ifVu7Qm3GE0e-FAeZrBhJ45POX5CnrL7VD1IOT4-HEyd7kSJHw7AWJOWT06Y4nZcRF9XPi06etaOQ4PHy0-N6yGEDnQ5-b1YfpKvlU1tYkT9blLWJft/s320/ariel+pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144957524265906" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >‘Round & Round’ <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">is</i> Ariel Pink. For a lot of it, you merely get the meandering, bubbling echo of pop genius that might have been, and then, suddenly, you’re hit with the most perfect chorus. He’s an inconsistent man, alright, but shouts of ‘Hire an editor!’ are better directed at, say, J.K Rowling. Part of the joy of listening to Ariel pink is bumbling along the not-unpleasant but uninspiring prairie, only to turn the corner and suddenly descent into a lush and fragrant valley of unimaginable beauty. When he gets it right, he gets it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">right</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Before Today’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">7. James Blake ‘CYMK’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fXs_tEmKbjrebT-IROXbh53ukVqhyXOnvGp6b6Qz-AxoOgAOymyMQ6uX_sf8835DhEFcvaU4-3Ts7jEsLEDdU0a0YJfFaZI-E1_ALE6Lf1akKkGex2Ti_Fen7o9wfsoVI1foYm2w59in/s1600/james+blake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fXs_tEmKbjrebT-IROXbh53ukVqhyXOnvGp6b6Qz-AxoOgAOymyMQ6uX_sf8835DhEFcvaU4-3Ts7jEsLEDdU0a0YJfFaZI-E1_ALE6Lf1akKkGex2Ti_Fen7o9wfsoVI1foYm2w59in/s320/james+blake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555145127585731458" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Dubstep is music for the recession. Compare it to the pomp and grandeur of the early noughties, or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">even</i>, the blissful accent-ridden poverty of ’06-’08 and a bleak picture builds up. CYMK, the most isolation-able song from a trio of stellar E.Ps, forms our first national anthem from a time the banks forgot. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >‘Look I Found Her….Damn…….Red Coat’. The broken vocals disassociate us from any narrative there might be, yet we can still see, we can still dance, just. It’s about survival, haunted melody, filling in the gaps ourselves. After all, there’s no way we can get a grant for that kind of thing nowadays.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >In Dubstep’s first bona fide superstar, an entire generation might just find solace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘CYMK’ E.P<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Limit To Your Love’ (From ‘Limit To Your Love 7”’) ‘I Only Know What I Know Now’, ‘Don’t You Think I Do’ (Both From ‘Klavierwerke’ E.P)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">6. Hot Chip ‘I Feel Better’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUQsXe39H04D1fBOGGhmNdCSMjGVWZBZhIFx0orjcFrNchbQpGPWaSRV9Gxmidmygh98keWmOteza2KSqu7xYIMBnvkEUm0nIl0m7J8K0G7oe6os3mliSjGbTMm9EXfBanYMUiL7p2EE5/s1600/hot+chip.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUQsXe39H04D1fBOGGhmNdCSMjGVWZBZhIFx0orjcFrNchbQpGPWaSRV9Gxmidmygh98keWmOteza2KSqu7xYIMBnvkEUm0nIl0m7J8K0G7oe6os3mliSjGbTMm9EXfBanYMUiL7p2EE5/s320/hot+chip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555145355639311042" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >You know those awful ‘Keep Calm & Carry On’ shirts? Well, if they were an against all-odds interesting electronic-pop band, they’d be Hot Chip. When four flaming horsemen streak over the sky, they’ll still be churning these anthems out, and, despite all notions of taste, we’ll be sold again. Pop music elevated beyond itself. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘One Life Stand’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Thieves In The Night’, ‘Hand Me Down Your Love’, ‘One Life Stand’, ‘Brothers’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5. LCD Soundsystem ‘Dance Yrself Clean’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLmxbS2_RtFDCL3hLJrimTDH4YehnZ2Z_Xd5PikeBIFr2h9G0xshb19Hx16qUm_M6H78xUU9KuOkqV5PMUs28Y9zYGtMcDCKgDflQ3Q5f1Y94Fr14YRr0fSdnGZSdfATKyhomhfHKlJbT/s1600/LCD.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLmxbS2_RtFDCL3hLJrimTDH4YehnZ2Z_Xd5PikeBIFr2h9G0xshb19Hx16qUm_M6H78xUU9KuOkqV5PMUs28Y9zYGtMcDCKgDflQ3Q5f1Y94Fr14YRr0fSdnGZSdfATKyhomhfHKlJbT/s320/LCD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555145658447077266" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Although this is #5, it’s the last piece I’m writing, and I’m gone. It's Christmas Eve, My brain’s melted. I have no idea why I did this to myself, it’s taken about 10,000 words and loads of effort for no real reason. Really autistic, too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></o:p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">This is another really good song that came out in 2010, one of the very best. I think someone probably wrote something about it on the internet, if you want to find some stuff out about it, I’d Google it.</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘This Is Happening’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4. Panda Bear ‘Slow Motion’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6rhTcb4ud2umUl44GLVfEJRN35XRGaz15-S4lzTVXmDSz-ftycufJ-NflYgZA6PMlxvq9U7p5YHfeqZ-vi5BHqRM3eYyX6hkjKYGPHFwNlxsCoaJMwUFzAhCjiWn1Zn3KWmWQvlnKYnh/s1600/panda+bear.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6rhTcb4ud2umUl44GLVfEJRN35XRGaz15-S4lzTVXmDSz-ftycufJ-NflYgZA6PMlxvq9U7p5YHfeqZ-vi5BHqRM3eYyX6hkjKYGPHFwNlxsCoaJMwUFzAhCjiWn1Zn3KWmWQvlnKYnh/s320/panda+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555145847122000418" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What do you do when the entire world is watching, and expecting something approaching near-biblical levels of aural salvation? A: Just carry on as ever, and hope that everyone realises that all you do is make beat-orientated Beach-Boys re-imaginings. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Ones that herald the second coming! Oh yeah! All bow, our master is here! The one true king is some bloke that lives in </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">Portugal</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Calibri;">! Bring on the feasting!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘Tomboy 7”’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Tomboy’, ‘Alsation Darn’ (From ‘You Can Count On Me’ 7”)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. Wavves ‘King Of The Beach’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghC8OBi5SLld-fmBSrR2zOmeKg_WXTtuYz0p7_7CG4DNWQ820rGk-z8P8pLGG6nTvo1CgZ2jt-9JWB_C8KdvELXuzMPelfO_lg8Y50i7wg2Q2OlbpXLKVDVEh4ew4TZ48Mis9Xw_y1e_ke/s1600/wavves.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghC8OBi5SLld-fmBSrR2zOmeKg_WXTtuYz0p7_7CG4DNWQ820rGk-z8P8pLGG6nTvo1CgZ2jt-9JWB_C8KdvELXuzMPelfO_lg8Y50i7wg2Q2OlbpXLKVDVEh4ew4TZ48Mis9Xw_y1e_ke/s320/wavves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555146016339717586" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Well, who’d have thought Wavves would be bulletproof? After all the terrible shit that he was part of after ‘Wavvves’ came out, I’d written him off as a casualty of personality eclipsing music. Then a friend chucked this on, and from the moment those two fuzzed-up chords crunch in, all was forgiven. There was simply NOTHING better to drunkenly fist-pump like a champ to in 2010. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘King Of The Beach’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Super Soaker’, ‘Post-Acid’, ‘Baby Say Goodbye’<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. Janelle Monae ‘Cold War’<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMUxVmIVFW9B5c8G0Pi9diW9SDVt9arIkjP0v5LgJ0g3N3PML_sK753zTIW4vQA6MN0BP3rXiz68fX6dz7fZ2kcuGW645NCDpdkM-VxTVYd6YsViCZBXMA6v5ZXhZ9jFbsrFeDAI1955I/s1600/janelle+monae.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMUxVmIVFW9B5c8G0Pi9diW9SDVt9arIkjP0v5LgJ0g3N3PML_sK753zTIW4vQA6MN0BP3rXiz68fX6dz7fZ2kcuGW645NCDpdkM-VxTVYd6YsViCZBXMA6v5ZXhZ9jFbsrFeDAI1955I/s320/janelle+monae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555146214578056786" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >So close, and yet so far. Janelle Monae makes my #2 in both albums and songs, which actually makes sense. She’s got more vision, more ambition, more talent than half this list combined, but she’s so young. At the moment, everything she touches turns to cracked gold, flawed perfection. She’s so almost there, so nearly the most accomplished artist to emerge from Outkast’s considerably long shadow that it almost makes you weep when she misses by a hair’s breadth. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >So, OK, The Archandroid’ is a peak-and-valley masterpiece. If we isolate those high points however, who can truly say that they weren’t completely inspired, completely bowled over by a flourishing of sensibility, experimentation and dedication? Who can deny that ‘Cold War’ takes aim at your emotional centre and refuses any talk of a ceasefire? Who can say there haven’t been times that you feel like bawling as much as she does? If she isn’t elevated to the levels she deserves in the next few years, the world has more wrong with it that we fear even now.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >From ‘The Archandroid’<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Also: ‘Tightrope’ (Ft. Big Boi)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">1. His Clancyness ‘Summer Majestic’<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUkQkuUeYXpsCuQNziSwuEGX-LauL1CCwaSz8PpX-slz29lmmOy5-kNPApelQviELRAqe_c1jY5iIhvabAQG_1umY93jplcWaVUUihQ0hrthY2YyE-74UMI6_6egWqUgEa9o7oMoeLfxX/s1600/his+clancyness.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUkQkuUeYXpsCuQNziSwuEGX-LauL1CCwaSz8PpX-slz29lmmOy5-kNPApelQviELRAqe_c1jY5iIhvabAQG_1umY93jplcWaVUUihQ0hrthY2YyE-74UMI6_6egWqUgEa9o7oMoeLfxX/s320/his+clancyness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555090287538623506" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Note: I had to get really smashed in order to be able to write this. My sober self is just too cynical and self-conscious to get down with all the sincere fawning I needed to do over this song.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >This is easily my favourite song, not just of 2010, but of the last ten years. I guarantee, however, that your reaction upon first hearing it will much the same as mine was; that it’s a nice song, but hardly list-topping material. By listen five, though, you might agree it deserves a top ten slot. By listen fifty, you may just be in the same position as me: willing to extol its virtues to anyone and everyone and anyone who’ll listen, and everybody else besides.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Another interesting thing is that all other His Clancyness songs suck. It’s almost as if it doesn’t really belong to him, that it existed, fully-formed, drifting in the ether somewhere and really, it was just a fluke that some random Italian-Canadian dream-fuzz musician discovered it. It could have been anyone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Whatever the epistemological speculation on its origins, none fully ingesting this song can disagree it has something almost too perfect about it. It is construction and conventionality elevated to the highest plateau. i.e, it’s a 3 minute pop song. Within that though, the range of influences and allusions is vast: new-wave, punk, post-punk, rock, noise, drone, cold wave, etc etc. But in the end, it’s still more song than history lesson. If Summer Majestic is indebted to countless tunes that have come before, it isn’t trying to hide it, or even bothered that people will point it out, more, it seems like the natural conclusion to the last three decades of western music. That it’s an unreleased song available really only to those with more than a passing interest in music blogs, is more telling still.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >I’m now rambling, so I should get to the point. ‘Summer Majestic’ is the most perfect representation of youth I have ever heard. It’s pretentious, naïve, tuneful, mawkish, prematurely nostalgic, beautiful, care-free, transient, it’s everything that’s absolutely brilliant about being young.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >It’s a song for summer, for wide-eyed lovers, it’s a song that doesn’t balk at using ‘majestic’ in its title, one so totally unaware of, yet ultimately devoted to, the constraints of the world it inhabits that it achieves the impossible: true representation. If someone asked me to teach them about music in the age we live in, I would point them to Summer Majestic.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>So no, it doesn’t belong to His Clancyness, It belongs to us, it’s our ‘Blowing In The Wind’. We’re de-politicized, struggling for identity, exploited, disenfranchised, fragmented and signed up to Twitter, but we’re still the youth of the noughties, we’re still alive, and for us to ignore this song would be nothing short of criminal.<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhqyC1q9_JQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhqyC1q9_JQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >Unreleased</span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" ></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:Calibri;" >By David Wingrave<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Dave Wingravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06156319933249294936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-48172002796440125512010-12-22T16:54:00.003+00:002010-12-22T17:00:15.001+00:00Chris Breuer - Haunted By Day (2010)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-VX0jpeZoRL2KaUw61cIATPv1a_eWp9vKOwGGbgrYCGJGVTxvpphPKOHtvXG2cTVF6mHZAxcosyyW9-GwRR4ePpVuGG5Q5PTUQtGZU2ncCpo4XqxckBLDssV2wDTDfnGDZc4XJtMx35A/s1600/artworks-000003733100-u258j8-crop.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553551875614073138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-VX0jpeZoRL2KaUw61cIATPv1a_eWp9vKOwGGbgrYCGJGVTxvpphPKOHtvXG2cTVF6mHZAxcosyyW9-GwRR4ePpVuGG5Q5PTUQtGZU2ncCpo4XqxckBLDssV2wDTDfnGDZc4XJtMx35A/s200/artworks-000003733100-u258j8-crop.jpg" /></a>A fresh mix from Chris Breuer, described by the big man himself as "a little mix for the christmas season - slightly more downbeat and reflective than usual." Stellar stuff.<br /><br /><a href="http://soundcloud.com/chris_breuer/haunted-by-day">SoundCloud</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-64152549883906454912010-12-17T18:00:00.000+00:002010-12-18T02:37:55.718+00:00Captain Beefheart - Safe As Milk (1967)<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1d/Safe_as_Milk.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1d/Safe_as_Milk.jpg" /></a>RIP Don Van Vliet AKA Captain Beefheart, who died today at the age of 69. Hugely talented artist, fantastic record - if you've never heard any Beefheart before expect surreal blues. This is a great place to start, as it's his debut album, and my personal favourite.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2o7t1uotq7921xy">Captain Beefheart - Safe As Milk (1967)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-20985212761769833602010-12-11T19:51:00.004+00:002010-12-22T16:53:23.800+00:00Hype Williams - Untitled (2010)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDW5YUxWAYMZjMbtMclSG9gxG4jvCOERmCG30Rm_fXTGIfgRXq2-kMczECEM50yffGaZ-Mj7lU_mjzrfH1uIfPZ0H0ANlxNEuQGZTvVPxj_fC0FaXgtanqCI2bcKe8jtWdfv7ZGfsmzkS/s1600/hype.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549515835761069202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDW5YUxWAYMZjMbtMclSG9gxG4jvCOERmCG30Rm_fXTGIfgRXq2-kMczECEM50yffGaZ-Mj7lU_mjzrfH1uIfPZ0H0ANlxNEuQGZTvVPxj_fC0FaXgtanqCI2bcKe8jtWdfv7ZGfsmzkS/s400/hype.jpg" /></a>Amazing hypnogogic pop on Carnival. Like James Ferraro, possibly less accomplished, but reaches higher highs when they nail it. The super limited vinyl sold out in some amount of time so small that only the large hadron collider could measure or whatever, so get your fill here.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?rr9di585ja8crev">Hype Williams - Untitled (2010)</a>Dave Wingravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06156319933249294936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-9457320576742484262010-12-02T14:12:00.000+00:002010-12-02T14:13:56.193+00:00The Neat - In Youth Is PleasureWoah, a new guitar band that I'm actually excited about...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjQs--s4tiA">YouTube</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-38612697273168782232010-12-01T15:35:00.002+00:002010-12-01T15:39:04.437+00:00NME's Top Ten of 2010<a href="http://indiefy.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/nme.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://indiefy.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/nme.jpg" /></a>So out of touch with modern British music it's not even funny. It's almost as if the dubstep/electronic music explosion over the past few years never even happened, and we're stuck back in 2007.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nme.com/news/these-new-puritans/54056">Read it and weep. Literally.</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-11507929238939906522010-11-27T16:05:00.002+00:002010-11-27T16:13:07.882+00:00End of year extravaganzaIt's just over a month away, and so I'm starting to get into gear for our infamous 'Best Of Year' lists. I'm a democratic kinda chap so if anyone wants to comment/e-mail me (<a href="mailto:theclickofalight@gmail.com">theclickofalight@gmail.com</a>) a list of your 10 favourite albums and/or 5 favourite EPS then please feel free to. Two rules that my friends who have been doing this for me seem to ignore - it has to be from 2010 (obviously) and NO REISSUES. Anything else goes though - live, demo, compilations, whatever.<br /><br />Pip xPhilip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-27999274821102414522010-11-26T15:23:00.002+00:002010-11-26T15:31:16.162+00:00Indiana Jones Theme Song<a href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/in/indiana-jones-action-figure--short-round.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/in/indiana-jones-action-figure--short-round.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?s6wvfv4w68pl0rw">Don't ask.</a><br /><br />Also, I genuinely think Short Round is an amazing character:<br /><br />"Hey, lady! You call him Dr. Jones!"<br />"Hang on lady, we going for a ride!"<br />"He no nuts, he's crazy!"<br />"I keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer!"<br /><br />See, he's such a bad-ass!Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-23549994820373892382010-11-25T16:58:00.003+00:002010-11-25T17:06:18.013+00:00Cobson - Cobson (2010)<a href="http://www.punkrockistnichttot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/cobson1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.punkrockistnichttot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/cobson1.jpg" /></a>French band Cobson may only use two guitars and a drum kit (with a piano sometimes used in place of a bass guitar) but their music is anything but simplistic. True, it's certainly not innovative or groundbreaking, but it's very enjoyable - absorbing influence from a number of post-punk bands from the past 20 years, they almost sound like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs; having a female singer who oozes sex, talent and passion will certainly not help with the comparisons.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/cobson">MySpace</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-21523568204612204172010-11-19T13:25:00.003+00:002010-11-19T13:34:23.076+00:00American Football - American Football (1999)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHb5YKz73upAkVSVUhU3MkI0J3TEZRNOtC4BbTCjvk3r25gxfpfQh-ONnqpfxUI_TB0MySbQpwS0xVwsHtTMY0BZ1HiUxTyTvUslp3c3owqcEIPIXCV3YIA30DMp_cjireed3XH39z6PQ/s1600/American-Football-by-American-Football_PiUAmfe_KXcx_full.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHb5YKz73upAkVSVUhU3MkI0J3TEZRNOtC4BbTCjvk3r25gxfpfQh-ONnqpfxUI_TB0MySbQpwS0xVwsHtTMY0BZ1HiUxTyTvUslp3c3owqcEIPIXCV3YIA30DMp_cjireed3XH39z6PQ/s1600/American-Football-by-American-Football_PiUAmfe_KXcx_full.jpg" /></a>The only album from this Chicago trio, who counted Cap'n Jazz, Joan of Arc and The One Up Downstairs among their former bands. Lead singer Mike Kinsella, now of Owen, would later form Owls, whose album <a href="http://theclickofalight.blogspot.com/2010/10/owls-owls-2001.html">I posted </a>a few weeks ago; if you liked that you'll love this - just really nice chilled-out perfect math-rock pop songs.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0y6oi2h22idq387">American Football - American Football (1999)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-71841470056542396902010-11-12T15:15:00.004+00:002010-11-12T15:33:00.389+00:00William Basinski - The Disintegration Loops (2002-2003)<a href="http://www.viceland.com/music/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/loops.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.viceland.com/music/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/loops.jpg" /></a>During the summer of 2001, prolific ambient composer Basinski attempted to transfer recordings he had made in the 1980s from magnetic tape to digital; as they slowly crumbled in the machine, he recorded what came out, and it's bloody (albeit accidental) brilliance. Basinski claims to have finished the project on the morning of 9/11, and he sat listening to the material on the roof of his NY apartment building with friends as the Towers collapsed around him. Whether you believe this story or not is a moot point; just listen to four albums worth of absolute pleasure.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3vbhhxncgerl979">The Disintegration Loops I</a><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5dlh28z9arvkddk">The Disintegration Loops II</a><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yagc2fatjxn98hj">The Disintegration Loops III</a><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?pzw7e37l8rnmob4">The Disintegration Loops IV</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-5669676537676305422010-11-06T20:49:00.003+00:002010-11-06T20:56:49.340+00:00Masta Ace - Disposable Arts (2001)<a href="http://www.zupes.com/img/Masta%20Ace%20-%20Disposable%20Arts.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.zupes.com/img/Masta%20Ace%20-%20Disposable%20Arts.jpg" /></a>Masta Ace's second solo album, his first in six years, which managed to cement his place as one of hip shop's greatest ever MCs. <em>Disposable Arts</em> is a concept album about a man being released from prison. The production is tight, the rhymes are sick, and the abum is just an absolute treat from start to end.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ginievtgmm1bsto">Masta Ace - Disposable Arts (2001)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-16293311327085477192010-11-02T19:59:00.004+00:002010-11-04T16:10:43.943+00:00Beirut - The Joys Of Losing Weight (2001)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bvrXgUjzMsyuNM1r9cRDjfX_GPY1wZfRp_r_WBAEXZFvps9z7RYJPVtlrprZSnIF8mkfpNcD1Z4fF6ewy5O46upvcp32ZSAuNS1v7qlti0rnHFbnw0AELLcZhYD980rroDs4jDPWhRZP/s400/beirut+old.jpeg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bvrXgUjzMsyuNM1r9cRDjfX_GPY1wZfRp_r_WBAEXZFvps9z7RYJPVtlrprZSnIF8mkfpNcD1Z4fF6ewy5O46upvcp32ZSAuNS1v7qlti0rnHFbnw0AELLcZhYD980rroDs4jDPWhRZP/s400/beirut+old.jpeg" /></a>An early demo album, self-produced by the then fifteen-year-old Zach Condon. Fans of his earlier folky work will be surprised - hopefully pleasantly, as I was - by the electronic elements of this album.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jlvzowkvclqhwbh">Beirut - The Joys Of Losing Weight (2001)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-41013159944936335052010-10-30T15:44:00.003+01:002010-10-30T15:50:17.757+01:00The Final Solution - Brotherman OST (1974)<a href="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/12217-brotherman-ost.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/12217-brotherman-ost.jpg" /></a>Despite their name, The Final Solution were't a white power band - they were a Chicago-based fivesome who recorded a soul & funk infused soundtrack for a Blaxpoitation film that was never released. Consequently, the band and the album faded into obscurity before being resurrected in 2008 by the impeccable Soul Jazz Records.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yx3o65z3eztnt2k">The Final Solution - Brotherman OST (1974)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-5538526094334451142010-10-24T10:16:00.000+01:002010-10-24T10:16:00.559+01:00The Slits - Cut (1979)<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Cut_%28The_Slits%29.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Cut_%28The_Slits%29.jpg" /></a>The Slits were an all-female punk group based in London. Lead singer Ari Up, who tragically died last week at the age of just 48, was the step-daughter of Johnny Rotten, and was only 17 when this album was recorded. It has reggae/dub influences as well as the obvious punk we all know and love, and is highly recommended.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?25hhbjmom5rpu1v">The Slits - Cut (1979)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-77969563507104696032010-10-23T16:48:00.003+01:002010-10-23T16:53:24.972+01:00Kyle Bobby Dunn - Rural Routes No. 2 (2010)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcxy4Rp2tJ7-dh0ghtncohGYPpdrBTR8miGdqXtpJLyCjJP4_qjdvOX10ahk-FJYwwzm5hitIbjy37mLXVOc28GlAgwaziUf9Km6Fphe9LrpJdnh-DUOJR1wSYh072xs4oChbekRz-4w/s320/Rural+Route+No.+2.jpeg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcxy4Rp2tJ7-dh0ghtncohGYPpdrBTR8miGdqXtpJLyCjJP4_qjdvOX10ahk-FJYwwzm5hitIbjy37mLXVOc28GlAgwaziUf9Km6Fphe9LrpJdnh-DUOJR1wSYh072xs4oChbekRz-4w/s320/Rural+Route+No.+2.jpeg" /></a>Combining elements of drone with neo-classical, New York-based Canadian composer Kyle Bobby Dunn manages to craft an extremely interesting little album. Clocking in at just over 20 minutes long, it always leaves you wanting more. Oh, and he's only two years older than me - fuck my life!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?pkgayl6fhgep5x7">Kyle Bobby Dunn - Rural Routes No. 2 (2010)</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-5124356891833965592010-10-22T21:18:00.003+01:002010-10-22T22:10:46.905+01:00Teebs - Ardour<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1UQthKC5Qws/TMHyG73p4oI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T8a44yJm0uw/s1600/teebs_456_001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1UQthKC5Qws/TMHyG73p4oI/AAAAAAAAAEw/T8a44yJm0uw/s200/teebs_456_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530968018351940226" border="0" /></a><br />This happy chappy is Teebs. Teebs made me a happy chappy in turn last night, when I caught him supporting Daedelus and The Gaslamp Killer. Really chilled out beats, L.A. producer so he's basically like Flying Lotus or whatever bla bla bla, but he had a nice sound, and his CD, which he gave me for free cus I guessed his age correctly (23 by the way), is real swell too. If you were North American, you'd say that this was excellent music to 'kick it and blaze it' to. You'd never catch me saying that though.<br /><br />I would encourage everyone to check out his <a href="http://www.myspace.com/teeeb">myspace </a>and if you're feeling naughty, you could pinch his music from <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?vnhvzxk9bbl9bf9">here</a>, just to give the whole album a listen, before definitely going out and buying a copy. Or you could bump into him, say 'hey you're 23', and, because he seemed like a fucking nice bloke, he'd probably whip one of his CDs out from somewhere and say 'Good job, have my CD'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-23399311058790305932010-10-19T13:04:00.001+01:002010-10-19T13:21:30.198+01:00Wighead<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOJK0Cn5dnJ0J8XT8dNtP77AoxDfOQNRWYJHhlYW4py7-Dpaa0r7SwzPfCL3r__Ow2GWf328pzR-I5_cnEyhAIGXVJKQOLqkj87aPtSF0rYVk0BdbeBaDK4VizdqM36kcT0TXIkZwi3A/s1600/30218_397855576331_81126616331_4686897_1981753_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529731113830694786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOJK0Cn5dnJ0J8XT8dNtP77AoxDfOQNRWYJHhlYW4py7-Dpaa0r7SwzPfCL3r__Ow2GWf328pzR-I5_cnEyhAIGXVJKQOLqkj87aPtSF0rYVk0BdbeBaDK4VizdqM36kcT0TXIkZwi3A/s200/30218_397855576331_81126616331_4686897_1981753_n.jpg" /></a>Hailing from Tulsa, Oklahoma, this band describe their music as "heavily influenced by bands like The Barbara's, Beach Boys, Magic Kids, Phil Spector, Box Elder's and The Flaming Lips." They're not far wrong, and you can download their stuff for free from <a href="http://wighead.bandcamp.com/">Bandcamp</a>.Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-38201587646941696432010-10-15T13:06:00.005+01:002010-10-15T13:14:21.114+01:00Discography - FabricLive<a href="http://www.filter27.com/archives/_images/2007/200710-fabric-logo.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 57px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.filter27.com/archives/_images/2007/200710-fabric-logo.gif" /></a>Some hero has put each and every FabricLive compilation online for your listening pleasure.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fy0elzbabvr6s">Clicky click</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568492055485552000.post-50952539164388607612010-10-09T18:47:00.002+01:002010-10-09T18:57:26.487+01:00Discography - Pocahaunted<a href="http://www.villavillanola.com/suoni/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/pocahaunted.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.villavillanola.com/suoni/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/pocahaunted.jpg" /></a>Pocahaunted were boss. Unfortunately they're probably most famous because the lead singer from Best Coast formed this band. Don't let that fact make you expect summery indie pop - Pocahaunted played psychedelic dubby goodness. Highly reccomended.<br /><br /><a href="http://community.livejournal.com/psych_folk/503142.html">Get it while it's hot!</a>Philip Copleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817632083810136953noreply@blogger.com0