- Notwist
– NeonGolden
Oboe and pizzicato, achingly
beautiful melodies, silly thin nasal vocals, music for both heartbreaks and
dinner parties. Post-cold war chamber
pop. Minor chord commercial music. Catchy melancholy. Atmospheric though without
big spaces. Electronic and crisp but
very close to the ear. Sometimes
sounding like vintage Beck doing Cure covers.
In fact, in my humble opinion, if Beck wanted to lose irony, this is the
music he should be making, not the lugubrious and sluggish Sea Change. This is dance-ready. Neue New Wave. I mean,
cocktail lounge banjo played by aging German club kids? Who could
resist. Songs full of cool yearning. Strongest tunes of the year. Melody uber alles.
- Spoon
– Kill the Moonlight
Minimalist rock, because little
else is needed. Richly allusive without
being ironic. The songs sound extremely
familiar on first listening, perhaps like they are covering classic rock. But on more listening, the anxious
composition surfaces, and while the memory is of a guitar researcher, this is
really keyboard-based. Maybe their
genius is best known in the arrangements.
They are unlike any other archival rocker, because they sound frank and
direct with nary a dash of preciousness.
- The
Books – Thought For Food
For serious and serious-minded
music lovers. Sound collages, voice
samples, treated sound, lots of acoustic guitar and strings. Every now and then a bit of southern folk or
even bluegrass sneaks through the found sounds, electronic clicks and echoes,
and voices of characters from chilling short stories (dialogue from French
films translated into American argot).
More performance piece than rock and roll, but cute and saucy as much as
dark and spacey. I’ve listened to this
100 times and it never sounds familiar, never sounds safe, and is always
beautiful. A soundtrack for the Zen of
futility. Lieder for
crackers. Silencio.
- Wilco
- Yankee Foxtrot Hotel
Tweedy’s voice and lyrics and
melodies are better than ever and worth the hype and drama of how this was
released. But the production was thin
and baroque and garbled the songs. It
wanted to be OK Computer or Kid A, and I wanted a fat guitar sound to match the
rough and ready heart beating strongly under the mushiness.
- Flaming
Lips – Yoshimi
Lovely and silly. Unless something happens, I can’t imagine
buying another Flaming Lips CD… but this is a fine apotheosis for the dreamy
and pressured pop songs that only they seem to pull off. Tender lovesongs about fighting Japanese robots. They have animated their vision into rock
history and into irrelevance.
- Yume
Bitsu – Golden Vessel of Sound
From the roots of Popol Vuh,
Tangerine Dream, and other prog-art bands that none of these Portland, Oregon
youngsters ever heard of, blossoms a jazzy, psychedelic sound of the New
West. Tortoise less pinch-faced. Ringing electric guitars steamed in dreamy
folk improvisations. Lots of air in this music, food for great breathing. Maybe mystical is the new noise for the
rapidly disappointing new millennium…after all.
- Hayden
– skyscraper national park
Simple and baked sounds. Organic (analog clarity) and nutritious. Neil Young shoulda written these songs. Canadian and sad. Big Sky travels and bong-bound afternoons
both invoked. Warmly appealing vocal
over slowly moving folk-rock.
Depresso-core.
- Elvis
Costello – When I was cruel
With the grace of Serge
Gainsbourg, the invention of Burt Bacharrach, and the, well the cleverness of
Elvis Costello, this surprised with a return to form. A couple of these songs can sit with the best
he’s ever written without embarrassment.
His voice intact. His angst could
teach Beck’s melancholy a think or two.
Smart music direct from his heart to your gut.
- Radio
4 – Gotham
Yep, it sure sounds like Gang of
Four. Yep, I sure liked Gang o’. Yes, nobody else is political like this. Yep, you can dance to it. Yep, the sound is straight with no
treatment. Yep.
- Elbow
– Asleep in the Back
It was either this, or South, or
Doves or Cranes. This wins for me
because its Brit-rock melancholy has a dash of jazz (Simple Minds with a touch
of Traffic). And doesn’t sound in any
sense retro. Indie in intent if pop-folk
in product.
- Songs:ohia
– Didn’t it rain
An intense earnestness that Low
might want to match. Improvisational in
design and it does feel lose and “authentically” live and underproduced. Simple sounds and rootsy arrangements… saved
from alt. country-folk bird-brained stupor by dark and foreboding melodies and
sad and emotional vocals. Bitter more
than sweet, but rich music that holds up well under multiple listenings.
- Bright
Eyes – Lifted, or The Story is in the Soil
Ok, he’s annoying and too young to
be this good. Ok, he could be the next
Ryan Adams and I could hate him within a year.
Yes, the Dylan comparisons are trite.
The lo-fi quality of some of the cuts paired with the too-forced
(calculated?) rough angry vocals make some of this truly unlistenable. But every now and then the quality of the
shape of the songs, the brilliant arrangements, the quality of lyrics and the
hunger in the voice make you think, this could be a very, very important
talent. Or merely an American Gomez, not
a bad thing either. Heartland indie rock
with heart.
- Arktica
– Or you could just go through
Less is the new more. Minimal and cool, but with the necessary
acoustic and vocal touches to make it new and not dated ambient. In fact it is the vocals and songwrting,
always rising out of easy soundscapes that make it sound human and current. No one knows this band and I don’t have a
clue as to why they sold single digits of this brilliant, likeable slo-core
music.
- Peter
Gabriel – Up
The only reason it isn’t higher is
that this is music ignored by the zeitgeist.
Although beautiful, his world’s music sounds a little locked in time,
but then so does Stravinsky. But if the
arrangement is embedded and known (bedded down for the very long night), the
voice and design of lyrics and artfulness of the songs cycle is classic
Gabriel. Which means it is rich in
affect, chock full of profound and authentic emotion. This is St. Peter’s Time Out of Mind. The passing of time, the ineluctable rewards
of growing up.
- Interpol
– Turn on the Bright Lights
Deliciously murky and dark
music. Retro-angst. Beautifully produced, with incisively
calculated allusions to various classic British sounds like Joy Division of My
Bloody Valentine. But these gazes are at
career moves more than shoes. Very New
York in its cold ambition. Sonic guitar
of the Edge school, though slowed down enough to fit into a Tom Verlaine
solo. Pushy textures but with the
song-writing chops to back it all up.
- Boards
of Canada – Geogaddi
Pushing the ambient electronic
language to ever more soundtracked adventures in sound. They don’t let their facility with created
sound to mitigate their wealth of ideas.
It may be pretty music, but it is smart.
It may be comforting and mature, but is also wise.
- Trail
of Dead – Source Tags and Codes
A big and soaring sound that lost
power with every listening. At first, it
sounded like the return of Big Country or Husker Du. Dynamic and recognizable rock. Punkish by turns, in fact this could be arena
rock. Bics up high. Put your pipes in the air like you just don’t
care. Ambitious slacker music. Tex-brit rock and roll. Melody was the new black of the year, and
this disc had lots of it (and sounded at times like the new Foo Fighters). Part of the lowered shelf life was production
values and choices. They are supposed to
be powerful live… this sounds like that’s probably true. Gloomy, anxious and stately music. Dignified excess.
- Keith
Fullerton Whitman – Playthroughs
White noise, clicks and buzzes,
humming and ambient. Both colder than
Boards of Canada and more
emotional. Strongly affecting for what
sounds like a blender slowly breaking down.
- David
Grubbs – Ricketts and Scurvy
Chamber rock. Modulated and
thoughtful. Post-rock as art song,
though with a stripped down instrumentation, and outré by melody and
lyric more than texture or arrangement.
Tasty guitar playing. Morning
music, if the morning is calm, serious, and adult. I always found his voice appealing, and here
his singing seems better than ever.
- Shalabi
Effect – The Trial of St. Orange
Montreal exo-music theorists. Broad and compositional. Sometimes difficult to parse out the intent
of the layers of mostly acoustic noise.
Sometimes spacious and graceful.
Perpetuating the serious intent of post-rockers like the first Tortoise
with a sense on scraped-off newness.
Music for depression or delirium or deep thought.
The rest:
- 1
Giant Leap
- Joseph
Arthur – Redemption’s Son
- Low –
Trust
- Aluminm
Group - Happyness
- Sigor
Ros – ( )
- The
Walkmen – Everyone who liked me is dead
- +/-
- Foo Fighters – One by One
- Guided
by Voices
- Pedro
the Lion – Control
- Reindeer
Section – Son of Evil Reindeer
- DJ
Shadow – Private Press
- Bruce
Sprinsteen – The Rising
- Jim
O’Rourke – Insignificance
- p:ano
– When It’s Dark It’s Summer
- South
- Luna –
Romantica
- Jim
Vanderslice – Adventures of a Fourtracker
- Cranes
- Desaparecidos
– Read Music Speak Spanish
- Desert
City Soundtrack – Contents of Distraction
- Beth
Orton – Day Breaker
- Doves
– The Last Broadcast
- L’Altra
– In the Afternoon
- Future
Sound of London – Isness
- Frank Black and the Catholics - Devil's
Workshop
- Clinic – Walking with Thee
- my morning jacket, chocolate and ice
- Corner Shop – Handcream for a Generation
- Godspeed You! Black Emperor-Yanqui
U.X.O.
Das Lied von der
Ehrde - Olga the recent refugee from Bohemia leaned over my crib while my
parents were away in Aruba... she, damaged soul that she was with the
mountainous rackovskies and cooked-cabbage breath, reached down to do the uncle
ernie fiddle as she did her imitation of Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, she had
dressed as a man for the occasion. Indelible. To this day I shift uncomfortably
anytime I hear anything even close to a minor key adagio.
Dunkel ist Das Leben, ist Der Tod!
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