End of Year List

Atlas Sound Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See but Cannot Feel
Atlas Sound is Deerhunter ingénue Bradford Cox’s solo moniker he’s previously used for releasing vinyl-only tape collages on scattered small labels. (Yes, I bought all of them I could find). Here, Cox turns to tighter song structures and a clearer lyrical narrative. These songs are alternately delicate and fucked up, many times both at once. That is to say, perfect for winter. Cox also used my favorite recording program, Ableton Live (see below), which makes me believe we should be best friends in real life. Also, Cox is a really nice guy. I met him before his show at the Empty Bottle, and he offered me a copy of his album for free before his tour manager told him he shouldn’t.

No Age Nouns
I was casually interested in No Age until I saw them open for Liars. They blew me and everyone else away. I lost my shit and ended up doing several embarrassing fifteen year old things like pogo-ing, screaming “I love you” and “play it fucking loud,” and playing air-guitar, then Randall’s guitar as it was passed around the audience. In my defense, this is the only accurate response to a No Age show. I mean, I wonder what they said to each other after recording Brain Burner? Did they say, “Oh that was nice, let’s take a break,” or did they high five each other mid-air while jumping of Randall’s amp and screaming “FUCK YESSS!!!!” Totally rad album, totally rad guys (and I thank them for reintroducing rad to my lexicon). Also really nice guys. I got to see them after Pitchfork at somebody’s basement. Indescribable.

Jay Reatard Blood Visions, Singles 06-07, Singles 08
Like No Age’s dark counterpoint, Jay Reatard writes abrasive, tight, loud, poppy, and deceptively simple songs at a rate of about two per hour. He’s also known for punching wayward stage climbing fans with no remorse, and sticking a flower up his ass in an impromptu set with King khan. I shouldn’t like this guy. Maybe it’s because he’s of the few people who actually deserve comparisons to early Wire records. Maybe because he’s lead to my discovery of Kiwi-pop (also, below)? Or maybe because getting punched by this guy might actually feel as good as getting pummeled by his live set? Who knows? Who cares? "Puppet Man, lets go!”

King Khan and the Shrines The Supreme Genius of King Khan and the Shrines
A total surprise to me. I’d heard about King Khan, but was generally disinterested. I didn’t think I’d have time for some kind of garage-funk hybrid at this point in my life. His live show at P-fest won me over. I think it won everyone over, as he got us all to burn and rip up dollar bills (creating a ripple effect still being felt in the money markets, I’m sure) like cult members. King Khan is what’s been missing from independent—no, all pop music for along time. He’s a consummate performer, excellent band leader, bat-shit insane guru, and all around charmer. Also, Welfare Bread is a great anthem for the Great Depression part II.

Deerhunter Weird Era Cont.
I’m not just being a dick by listing the bonus CD from Microcastle, I just though Microcastle was underwhelming. A few great songs, some boring ones, a couple of medium ones, over. I can’t complain because Bradford Cox is a prolific man, and I’ve rarely been let down. Weird Era makes up for every weakpoint on Microcastle with amazing songs that should have been part of the album proper (its version of Calgary Scars should have been on the album). Best one is Vox Celeste, in which Deerhunter finally nails My Bloody Valentine, and does it one better.

Women Women
Recommended to me by the always reliable Liz and Lance from Permanent Records. This album is exactly what I wish I could make. A lo-fi album that is messy, tight, tuneful, abrasive, succinct and sprawling. It’s a remix of my favorite elements from No Age, and possibly better. I’m still diving headlong into this album, but unlike most of the albums listed, I’ve gotten everyone else in the apartment onboard. Listen to Shaking Hand and then buy the album.

The Chills, The Verlaines, Flying Nun Records
Apparently, early 1980’s New Zealand was the best place to find melodic pop bands. Flying Nun records documented what came to be known as the Dunedin Sound, a collection of talented bands hovering around Dunedin including The Chills, The Verlaines, and the Clean. I became briefly obsessed with the Chills after listening to Pink Frost. And the Verlaines wrote my new favorite pop chorus in Death and the Maiden. So good I played an unrehearsed and ill advised cover of the song just because I wanted to sing it.

Of Montreal Skeletal Lamping
Completely underrated. At first, this album seems less confessional than Hissing Fauna, and a lot of people are put off by Kevin Barnes’ black transvestite alter ego. It’s indulgent, but it’s also frequently brilliant. Very gutsy, and rewarding after repeated listening. An Eluardian Instance is a heartbreaking coded love letter to his wife, which is especially rewarding to fans who followed his story thus far.

Bertolt Brecht/Kurt Weil Threepenny Opera
I had the pleasure of working on the Hypocrites production of 3penny at the Steppenwolf. During which Joe and I finally got “really into” Kurt Weil and the nonstop hits in this show. Just perfect, and way more influential than I ever realized. Most Fav, Jealousy Duet.

New Pornographers Execution Day
“ON THIS DAAAAYYYY….”

Ableton Live, PSP Vintage Warmer, Abby Road 14213
Ableton Live is the best recording software ever made, primarily because it’s made to make music, not just record it. Once you learn the program, it stay’s out of your way and has a massive arsenal of easy to use plug-ins. But to really get it right, I needed PSP Vintage Warmer and Abby road 14213 plug-ins. These are modeled after famous solid state vintage gear, the second modeled specifically after the compressors found in the EMI desks at Abby Road and used on the later Beatles albums. Also, giving these plugins nicknames will make you feel less lonely after completely imploding into total geekdom. But seriously, these are golden and indispensable.

Music Ben Listens To
Despite my ravenous internet seeking, name dropping, and talking about that No Age show where I almost met Avey Tare, Ben will always find away to one up me. This year, he introduced me to some of the best psychedelia ever recorded, made me respect post Modern Lovers Jonathon Richmond, and left my Dylan love in the dust as he plunged into the near unlistenable Self Portrait with Ethan.

Music Ben has Recorded
Well actually, I recorded some of it and played bass on some of it, so…
Seriously though, there is going to be a songwriting arms race as our gear buying arms race has grinded to a halt. And Ben is winning so far.

Ethan Heil
For buying the sickest amp, for being the most rock and roll, for his smart ass opinions, and for putting up with me for two years in a row.

Ben and Ethan getting into Spoon
HA!

Jazz at the Skylark, Open Mic Nights at Bernice's tavern
Just two reasons why where I live is cooler than where you live.