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Monday, 3 January 2011
Geotic
All his music is freely available from his official website and is well worth a listen.
The best albums you missed in 2010
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Top Ten Albums of 2010
10) Wild Nothing – Gemini
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.
9) Best Coast – Crazy For You
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.
8) Gil Scott-Heron –
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.
7) Deerhunter – Halycon Digest
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.
6) Beach House – Teen Dream
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 Teen Dream.
5) Janelle Monáe – The Archandroid
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.
4) Four Tet – There Is Love In You
His best album yet, as Kieran Hebden finally manages to perfect his own brand of laid-back instrumental electronica. Beautiful, beautiful stuff.
3) Caribou – Swim
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.
2) Joanna Newsom – Have One On Me
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.
1) Kanye West – My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
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.
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Top Five EPs of 2010
5) The Samps – The Samps
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.
4) British Sea Power – Zeus
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 get 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.
3) James Blake – CMYK
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.
2) Tennis – BaltimoreA husband-and-wife dream team making summer pop songs. Imagine a more mature Best Coast and you'd be pretty much spot on.
1) James Blake – Klavierwerke
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 CMYK, Klavierwerke also introduces the prominent use of vocals, which sound like an auto-tuned Antony Hegarty, much to the album's credit.
Friday, 24 December 2010
The 100 Best Songs Of 2010
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.
So, let’s have a quick sneer, a disgusted glance, at those that didn't make our definitive run-down. These are some artists that you’d think might have a place in the top 100 but, actually, don’t:
The National: Because wetting your pants and mumbling isn’t the same as poetry.
The Hold Steady: Because they’ve played their hand to death, and are in danger of turning ‘unfortunate epilogue’ into ‘embarrassing demise’.
Salem/Zola Jesus/OoOOo: Because every single thing about witch-house sucks.
Lone/ Curren$y/ The Tallest Man On Earth/ Julian Lynch/ No Age/Superchunk/Gonjasufi/Guido/Vampire Weekend/Woods/Glasser/The Samps/Rihanna: Would appear if this list was 113 places long.
Gorrilaz: They’re still boring.
Darkstar: They’re now boring.
Sufjan Stevens: He’s now rubbish.
Johnny Greenwood: The ‘Norwegian Wood’ score is really good, but inseparable into ‘songs’ really for this list.
Girl Talk: As above.
Agalloch/Swans/Metal in general: 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’.
Girls: Don’t get it.
Pinch: Don’t get it.
Toro Y Moi: Really don’t get it.
Gold Panda: Because it’s really, really bad fakestep for White Lies fans.
David Lynch: Because that songs gets unbearable from the, er, first time you listen to it.
OFF!/Male Bonding/Sleigh Bells/Sun Araw/Pocahaunted/Nite Jewel/Ducktails: Because I haven’t listened to them.
Titus Andronicus: This is probably quite good, but I’ve only listened once, and they were shit live.
Surfer Blood: Because I had a cigarette with the drummer outside their gig in
Broken Social Scene/The Radio Dept./Delorean/Crystal Castles/ Fang Island/Liars: Because I moved to
So, 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 one 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 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.
100. Alvy, Nacho Y Rubin ‘El Galan De La Paternal’
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.
Unreleased
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........ unthinkable......... option.
From ‘More’
98. How To Dress Well ‘Ready For The World’
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.
From ‘Love Remains’
97. Reading Rainbow ‘Wasting Time’
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!
From ‘Prism Eyes’
96. PJ Harvey ‘Written On The Forehead’
In which Polly heralds the apocalypse from behind a mask of Cocteau-Twins sonics and dub vocal samples. Bizzarely, it works.
Possibly from forthcoming album
95. Olof Arnalds ‘Innundir Skinni’
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.
From ‘Innundir Skinni’
94. Matthew Dear ‘Little People (
’
I really like Matthew Dear, but I don’t love him. Does anyone love Matthew Dear? Probably, I guess.
From ‘
93. The Books ‘A Cold, Freezin’ Night’
It’s The Books, right? Cue crap band name, weird-ass samples, great drums, disconcerting lack of cohesiveness, sudden ending. Standard. Brilliant.
From ‘The Way Out’
2010, the year Juke finally broke the mainstream. The mainstream for people who spend 8 hours a day reading music blogs.
From ‘Da Trak Genious’
Right, class, let’s name some good things that come from
Oh, nearly forgot this bunch of slack-jawed rrrrruckus-makers.
From ‘That’s How We Burn’
90. DM Stith ‘Gates Of
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.
From ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues: A Tribute To Dylan’s ‘Bringing it All Back Home’
Also: The Helio Sequence ‘Mr Tambourine Man’
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 Amelie and dreams of Europe, thinking, no, truly believing, it’s like the film depicts.
From ‘Learning’
Also: Mr Peterson
This only appeared properly on a release this 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.
From: ‘Special Affections’
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 or 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.....
From ‘IRM’
Itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy.
From ‘The Traveller’
No, you call YOUR girlfriend! I dunno what to write about Robyn man, gimme a break. Who actually doesn’t like the woman?
From ‘Body Talk’
Also: ‘Indestructible’, ‘Hang With Me’
84. El Guincho ‘
My Spanish housemate told me of the people of
From ‘Pop Negro’
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.
From ‘Lost Where I Belong’
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.
From ‘Contact, Love, Want, Have’
Also: ‘Yoshimitsu’
Jay Electronica is well 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.
Possibly from a forthcoming album
Also: ‘Exhibit C’
So insidious you barely have time to press play before it’s barged it, gotten comfy among your neurons, and drunk all the whisky.
From ‘Blanked 12”’
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.
From ‘How I Got Over’
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’
From ‘Blue Moon 7”’
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.
From ‘Shangaan Electro: New Wave Dance Music From
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.
From ‘Autre Ne Veut’
Also: ‘Two Days Of Rain’
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.
From ‘Splazsh’
Also: ‘Hubble’, ‘Maze’
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.
From ‘Odd Blood’
Also: ‘Ambling Alp’
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 dares ya.
From ‘Magnetic Man’
Oh god, do we really need more proof that the internet has changed everything about everything. Ok fine, here’s some: The best house music this year came from a pair of yoofs messing around in a dorm somewhere.
From ‘7am’
71.
If you’ve been to a half-decent
From ‘Footcrab 12”’
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
From ‘Underwater Peoples Winter Review’
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.
From ‘Down There’
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.
From ‘Cerulean’
Also: ‘Maximalist’
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.
From ‘Str8 killa E.P’
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.
From ‘Guards E.P’
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 too annoying and kept infiltrating the great music that was playing in your brain?
From ‘Untitled’
Also: ‘The Throning’ (from ‘Do ‘roids and kill e’rything’ E.P)
Sigh, if only Roy Orbison had fronted a lo-fi alt.country band. What? He did? Hooray!
From ‘Tomorrow Is Alright’
Sketches?! Sounds more like someone let Charles Manson loose with a spirograph, a paintball gun and a ham radio.
From ‘Sketches E.P’
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.
From ‘The Mask & The Moustache E.P’
Also: ‘Dedicated To Love’, ‘
Because I’m not from
From ‘The Crack Capone’
Also: ‘Let’s Get It Started’
Hip-hop just hasn’t sounded as visceral and acerbic as this since Clipse released ‘Lord Willin’’.
From ‘Shabazz Palaces’
Also: ‘Kill White T….’, ‘Blastit’
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’.
From ‘Thank Me Later’
Also: ‘Forever’
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.
From ‘Personal life’
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.
From ‘Glut 12”’
Also ‘Don’t Change For Me’, ‘I Beg You’, ‘Bleeper’
56.
Ok so I lied, sue me. Every single thing about witch-house sucks apart from this song.
From ‘King Night’
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!
From ‘White Magic’
Also: ‘Come With Me’
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.
From: ‘JJno.3’
Also: ‘Let Go’
53.
I had to stop myself from flooding this list with post- (ahem) dubstep, but as it’s being written from
From ‘Crooks & Lovers’
Also: ‘Carbonated’
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.
From ‘MAYA’
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!’.
From ‘Wut 12”’
Also: ‘IRL’ (From ‘IRL E.P’)
50. Lady Gaga ‘Telephone’
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.
From ‘The Fame Monster’
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.
From ‘The Love Game’
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 less 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.
From ‘Glass Eights’
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.
From ‘Innerspeaker’
Also: ‘Desire Be, Desire Go’
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.
From ‘Does It Look Like I’m Here?’
Also: ‘Now You See Me’
45. Matthew Herbert ‘
‘
From ‘One One’
‘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.
From ‘Sit Down, Man’ Mixtape
Unbelievably effective and evocative garage-esque tune about
From ‘Play It Strange’
Unbelievably effective and evocative glacial synth song about outer space or something probably. Nothing to do with waterfalls. Or transisis.
From ‘Inner Sunshine E.P’
Also: ‘Twin Stars (From ‘She Was Coloured In’)
Fact 1: We shouldn’t let cute girls just do whatever they like because they have neat-o retro frames.
Fact 2: Of all the post-genres, post-grunge is the one that really, truly doesn’t exist.
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.
From ‘
40. Hyetal ‘
Of this whole ‘Purple-beat’ sound coming from
From ‘
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.
From ‘Night Air 12”’
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.
From ‘The Brutal Wave’
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
From ‘Big Echo’
Also : ‘Cold War’, ‘Stitches’, ‘Sleeping In’
Look who made this song, look who provides vocals. It’s going to be boss isn’t it?
From ‘Cosmogramma’
Also: ‘MmmHmm (ft Thundercat)’, ‘Do The Astral Plane’
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.
From ‘The Fool’
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.
From ‘Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son Of
Also: ‘Daddy Fat Sax’
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.
From ‘Nocturne Of Exploded Crystal Chandelier’
When I was about 17 I didn’t have a boss dubstep act, I had acne and A-levels. Now 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.
Unreleased
‘The internet...is a self-phantomizing machine’ What the bloody hell does that mean ?! When the words tumble oh so tremulously out of
From ‘Returnal 7”’
Also: ‘Describing Bodies’
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.
From ‘Pink Friday’
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.
From ‘Ardour’
Also: ‘Arthur’s Birds’
28.
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 ‘
From ‘Teen Dream’
Also: ‘Silver Soul’, ‘Used To Be’, ’10 Mile Stereo’
27. Pantha Du Prince ‘Stick To My Side’ (
Techno’s poster boy meets
From ‘Black Noise’
Also: ‘Lay In A Shimmer’
26.
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
From ‘Beach Fossils’
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.
From ‘The Ladykiller’
Also: ‘Wildflower’
24. Caribou ‘
Have you heard this one?
From ‘Swim’
Also: ‘Kaili’, ‘Sun’
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.
From ‘Have One On Me’
Sounds Shakespearean, actually a deceptively linear dissertation entitled ‘Why I, Joy Orbison, am the best producer of the last two years.’
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.
From ‘The Shrew Would Have Cushioned The Blow’ E.P
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. Just like how I’m nothing like my bitch gran, but without her I wouldn’t be alive.
From ‘Forget’
Also: ‘Slow’
20. Gil Scott-Heron ‘
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.
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.
From ‘I’m New Here’
Also ‘Me And The Devil’
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.
'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, certain ruin’
Thanks for that.
From ‘Last American hero’
, certain ruin.'
18. Tennis ‘
Basically, imagine if Beach House had just one more songwriting gold coin, and Vampire Weekend weren’t so in-your-face lawn shorts.
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!
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.
From ‘
Also: ‘
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.
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.
From ‘Infra’
Few people realize years of promise.
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.
Few bands are doing it as well as these guys.
From ‘Halcyon Digest’
Also: ‘Desire Lines’, ‘Revival’
15.
I have no idea why I tolerate this. It’s probably because sometimes you read Wittgenstein, and sometimes you listen to three chords.
From ‘Crazy For You’
Also: ‘Boyfriend’, ‘When I’m With You’ (From When I’m With You 7”)
14. Skream ‘How Real’ (
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.
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’.
From ‘Outside The Box’
Also: ‘Perforated’
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 obviously better than the competition, that my actually willful decision has relatively little impact on reality. Ho-hum.
From ‘there Is Love In you’
Also: ‘Love Cry’, ‘Circling’
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.
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.
From ‘My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy’
Also: Rest Of The Album
11.
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. Innovative, quicksilver brilliance, from the bloody Wirral of all places? Oh, hellz yeah.
That’s about all that should be said, you need to listen for yourselves.
From ‘Dagger Paths’- Expanded U.K Edition
Also: ‘Miarches’, ‘Hjurt’
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.
From ‘Good things’
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.
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.
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.
From ‘Gemini’
Also: ‘Summer Holiday’, ‘
‘Round & Round’ is 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 right.
From ‘Before Today’
Dubstep is music for the recession. Compare it to the pomp and grandeur of the early noughties, or even, 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.
‘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.
In Dubstep’s first bona fide superstar, an entire generation might just find solace.
From ‘CYMK’ E.P
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)
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.
From ‘One Life Stand’
Also: ‘Thieves In The Night’, ‘Hand Me Down Your Love’, ‘One Life Stand’, ‘Brothers’
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.
From ‘This Is Happening’
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.
Ones that herald the second coming! Oh yeah! All bow, our master is here! The one true king is some bloke that lives in
From ‘Tomboy 7”’
Also: ‘Tomboy’, ‘Alsation Darn’ (From ‘You Can Count On Me’ 7”)
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.
From ‘King Of The Beach’
Also: ‘Super Soaker’, ‘Post-Acid’, ‘Baby Say Goodbye’
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.
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.
From ‘The Archandroid’
Also: ‘Tightrope’ (Ft. Big Boi)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Unreleased
By David Wingrave