Aja on 27/12/2010 at 09:12
best albums of 2010? fuck that, here's ten that i've been enjoying the most:
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Flying Lotus - </span><span class="c2 c4">Cosmogramma</span><span class="c3"> </span></p>
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http://img801.imageshack.us/img801/6837/image8bp.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">On the first listen I was impressed, though not amazed. I had been anticipating </span><span class="c2">
Cosmogramma</span><span class="c3"> for months, but when the initial spin dealt fewer propulsive rhythms and a lot more textural ambiguity than 2007’s already texturally-ambiguous </span><span class="c2">
Los Angeles</span><span class="c3">, my enthusiasm was tempered. By the end of the album I knew it was an undeniable success, yet I still wished for just a little more solidity, some aspect I could hold firmly while the smoke settled around me. In spite of this uncertainty, I continued to play the record, and it became familiar. The ambiguity began to clear, and soon I was aware of how all of the potentially disparate elements of Flying Lotus' sound are fundamentally integrated. To claim that he “fuses” anything would miss that point: nothing needs to be fused. Electronic beats are still at the core of Lotus alter-ego Steven Ellison’s sound, but now more than ever, they've become one ingredient among many, including free-jazz and impressionistic orchestral interludes, ambient drone, and Thom Yorke, who makes a surprisingly effective cameo. Ellison reputedly programs his music without quantizing (you could probably call that "playing it"), which gives the album a loose, almost live feeling, as though he somehow found a band capable of recording his strange suites. And on the tracks that actually do feature live musicians (especially the ones with Thundercat's superhuman bass playing) the line between human and machine gets fuzzy. Flying Lotus' mission seems to be the destruction of this boundary; here he comes closer than ever. While it might not hit the emotional highs of some of the other best releases of this year, nothing else matches </span><span class="c2">
Cosmogramma</span><span class="c3"> in its unwavering craft, and no other album from 2010 has come to feel so essential.</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkA1L6jcv78">Zodiac Shit</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqNFkQmmbcQ">Nose Art</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5_UFYfyZV8">And The World Laughs With You [ft Thom Yorke]</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Deerhunter - </span><span class="c2 c4">Halcyon Digest</span></p>
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http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/7835/image4xu.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">Nostalgic posturing could be the defining aspect of modern hipster culture, making it all too easy these days for an indie artist to rely on smeary photographs and plastic instruments to create something to fit the scene. Deerhunter have made a nostalgic record (it’s in the title!) but unlike their (literally) pale imitators, their sentiment is neither hackneyed nor cloying.
Halcyon Digest is an album that creates joy from sadness, projecting tragedy with optimism. Bandleader Bradford Cox is an ever-endearing and relatable persona; here he gracefully treads the line between pitiable protagonist and indie authority, while the band plays with the sinewy style that has always made them a pleasure to hear. And moreso than any past Deerhunter record,
Halcyon Digest is intensely emotional— melancholy and euphoria in an intoxicating cauldron. <br><br>(<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krByujuPuhE">Memory Boy</a></span>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5RzpPrOd-4&feature=related">Helicopter</a>)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Midlake - </span><span class="c2 c4">The Courage of Others</span></p>
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http://img810.imageshack.us/img810/2186/image3u.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">This probably wasn’t the record most Midlake fans were hoping for; it has neither the whimsy of </span><span class="c2">
Bamnan and Slivercork</span><span class="c3">, nor the lyrical pathos of </span><span class="c2">
The Trials of Van Occupanther</span><span class="c3">, though it comes closer to the latter. Instead, Midlake have crafted (and “crafted” is really the operative word) a record with such painstaking care that they seem unaware that the subtle variations which must be obvious to a band working so intently for so long are largely lost on an audience accustomed to livelier stuff. On first listen </span><span class="c2">
The Courage of Others</span><span class="c3"> sounds monotonous, almost bored. But Midlake is one band which deserves the benefit of the doubt, and repeat listens reveal a stirring soulfulness—</span><span class="c2">
The Courage of Others</span><span class="c3"> is undeniably restrained, but within that restraint it affirms the importance of every note. There are still hooks, but they take time to sink in—hooks aren’t really the point any more. Midlake are no longer making indie rock, they’re simply making the music they want, and it’s hard not to appreciate that honesty, especially when the results are so pure. <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wlFzNAyGuQ">Rulers Ruling All Things</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmxyZtrYx0E">Winter Dies</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Spoon - </span><span class="c2 c4">Transference</span></p>
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http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/1925/image2vp.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">There’s a looseness about Spoon’s latest album that I guess could be mistaken for a lack of effort, though it seems more the product of a band that’s been around long enough to simply know what works without belabouring the process. </span><span class="c2">
Transference</span><span class="c3"> is satisfying, due in no small part to Spoon’s typically excellent engineering, which lends the collection of rather minimalistic songs a sense of weight and richness. The band sounds less constrained than on 2007’s </span><span class="c2">
Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga; </span><span class="c3">there’s an airy, improvised quality to much of </span><span class="c2">
Transference</span><span class="c3">, and humourous touches abound—abrupt cut-offs, weird vocal effects, missed lyrics—having fun rarely sounds so polished. And the cover art is the perfect metaphor for the album: apparent laziness transferring a brilliant result. <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pONZKVpr_E8">Is Love Forever?</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZn1_EyQMlw&feature=related">Written In Reverse</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
LCD Soundsystem - </span><span class="c2 c4">This Is Happening</span></p>
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http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/9053/image0b.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">“From this position,” declares James Murphy on “Pow Pow” (a sequel to his 2006 single “Losing My Edge"), “I can say ‘serious,’ or ‘copout,’ or ‘hard to define.’” Murphy’s final record as LCD Soundsystem takes to heart the indie-establishment’s proclamation of Murphy’s supreme coolness within the indie-establishment; so while </span><span class="c2">
Sound of Silver</span><span class="c3"> had a sort of communal comfort to it (we’re all North American scum, it’s us vs them, etc), </span><span class="c2">
This Is Happening</span><span class="c3"> sees Murphy embracing his newfound reputation with a collection of songs that are sometimes cold, sometimes confrontational, and generally more condescending than their predecessors. Even the silly single, “Drunk Girls,” is depressingly anthropological, and when Murphy’s at his snarkiest (“You Wanted a Hit,” in which he sneers “well maybe we don’t do hits,” as if anyone expected otherwise), the record gets decidedly uncomfortable. But the synths are still explosive (“One Touch” is particularly fierce) and the more introspective pieces (“I Can Change,” “All I Want") surpass </span><span class="c2">
Sound of Silver</span><span class="c3"> for their affect, although the dance is drearier than ever (is LCD even about dancing any more? Perhaps not). The weariness and anger that pervade </span><span class="c2">
This is Happening</span><span class="c3"> makes me hesitant to recommend it as LCD’s best work, and yet it is these same qualities that give the album its sense of assured purpose, making it a fitting conclusion to a trilogy of fantastic records. <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpX_mpUNg_A&feature=related">One Touch</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tW8FKkVnqng&feature=related">I Can Change</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Taylor Deupree - </span><span class="c2 c4">Shoals</span></p>
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http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/5915/image9l.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">Brian Eno called it holographic music, in which any given sample of a piece is encoded with the greater whole. </span><span class="c2">
Shoals</span><span class="c3"> isn't quite the hologram as Eno's </span><span class="c2">
Thursday Afternoon</span><span class="c3"> (which Deupree names as his favourite album), but they share a similarly static structure. Over the course of four lengthy tracks, Deupree expands on the sound he explored in last year’s </span><span class="c2">
Weather and Worn </span><span class="c3">7”, making minute adjustments to loops and drones which accrue so gradually that their transformations might go unnoticed. But that’s part of the appeal: for attuned ears, </span><span class="c2">
Shoals</span><span class="c3"> is a complex and fascinating illustration of electronics and acoustics blending organically. And as an ambient record, </span><span class="c2">Shoals</span><span class="c3"> is as soothing and enveloping as Eno’s classics, adopting a cyclical rhythm in which the songs shift from major to minor, from slivers of hazy morning light to still fog over a midnight lake. <br><br>(Shoals, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUR7mFmoQsU">Rusted Oak</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Liars - </span><span class="c2 c4">Sisterworld</span></p>
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http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/1035/image6xn.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">After years of continually taking drastic turns between albums, Liars have finally achieved a signature sound, a refined amalgamation of everything they’ve done up to now. The stomping screaming of </span><span class="c2">
They Were Wrong So We Drowned</span><span class="c3">, the chanting droning of </span><span class="c2">
Drum's Not Dead,</span><span class="c3"> the bizarre melodic hooks of </span><span class="c2">
Liars </span><span class="c3">are all present in </span><span class="c2">
Sisterworld, </span><span class="c3">but never have these sounds been so masterfully arranged and produced. “Refinement” might seem antithetical to Liars’ aesthetic goals, but the heart of the band has always been its careful application of tension and release, which remains fully intact here. The improved production lends a textural depth that the band has hinted at, but never entirely achieved, in the past. And the lyrical content, depending on your mood, is as uncomfortable or enthralling as ever, depicting the frustrated existence of the anxious and sociopathic. Sometimes it’s hard to take, other times it just feels great to shout along, “stand em in the street with a gun/AND THEN KILL ‘EM ALL!” <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4ro_Mel4q4&feature=related">Proud Evolution</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kf7ZUaZ1b7s">Scarecrows on a Killer Slant</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Oneohtrix Point Never - </span><span class="c2 c4">Returnal</span></p>
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http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/8521/image7ce.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">In the cold cold north we need more good music for dark, icy times. Last year, Oneohtrix Point Never released </span><span class="c2">
Rifts</span><span class="c3">, a sprawling compilation of three past EPs, which was about as comprehensive a winter soundtrack as anyone could ask for. </span><span class="c2">
Returnal </span><span class="c3">continues in that style, though it’s expectedly tighter and more carefully sequenced. Ambient and experimental records too often end up sounding contrived or meaningless. </span><span class="c2">Returnal </span><span class="c3">is neither—it accomplishes what only the best of the genre does, immersing the listener in its own unique landscape. And while it doesn’t quite surpass </span><span class="c2">
Rifts</span><span class="c3"> for its ability to create a synthetic world, it comes close with a lot of time to spare. <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3szYRzZqp4">Describing Bodies</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMor1ChvozM">Where Does Time Go</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
Emeralds - </span><span class="c2 c4">Does It Look Like I’m Here?</span></p>
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http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/7494/image1wz.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">Like labelmate Oneohtrix Point Never, Emeralds use analogue synthesizers to forge a familiar yet striking sound. But while OPN’s latest record focuses on drones, </span><span class="c2">
Does It Look Like I'm Here?</span><span class="c3"> explores guitar-driven post-rock, 80s sci-fi soundtrack, minimalist music, and, occasionally, noise. The aesthetic is similar to OPN and the result is still largely ambient, but with an added edge that, at times, almost amounts to excitement, which might be preferable depending on your listening goal. Either way, </span><span class="c2">
Does It Look Like I'm Here? </span><span class="c3">is an excellent companion piece to </span><span class="c2">
Returnal</span><span class="c3">, and for fans of the genre both records come strongly recommended. <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og1qs2OAuPE">Candy Shoppe</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIShafLwA4M&feature=related">Double Helix</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3 c4">
No Age - </span><span class="c2 c4">Everything In Between</span></p>
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http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/3725/image5qo.png<p><p class="c0"><span class="c3">No Age pull a bit of a weird trick: off-key singing backed by sloppy guitar and drums that resolve into something catchy and compelling. I think part of the glue might be the duo’s fondness for guitar drones, which keep the record lush, and provide an occasional break from the poppier tracks. I don’t have too much to say about</span><span class="c2">
Everything in Between</span><span class="c3">, I just found it to be a consistently enjoyable and engaging listen. Still wish they’d put a bit more effort into the vocals, though. <br><br>(</span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWhCgA6r0Sk">Fever Dreaming</a></span><span class="c3">, </span><span class="c1"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8m_7o3r9d9k&feature=related">Common Heat</a></span><span class="c3">)</span></p><p class="c0"><span class="c3"> </span></p></body></html>