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Monday 27 December 2010

The Year in Rock & Pop

Another day, another list. Up next, the 5 best rock and 5 best pop records of 2010.

Rock
5. Girls - Broken Dreams Club
Less frisky ‘Frisco rock and roll and more a collection of gloomily epic crowd pleasers, the follow-up to Girl's debut: Album sees the pair really get in their stride. Arguably more grim and dis­tant, it main­tains the sim­plis­tic form fans know and love, while adding some sub­tle exper­i­men­tal flourishes.

4. Tokyo Police Club - Champ
An engaging slice of mid-20s, middle-Americana, Champ see TPC inch away from their crooning indie debut in favour of something a little more mature. There's something darkly humourous about it too, Favourite Colour sees the boys make lyrical poetry of inane small-talk and Bambi is a gloriously sardonic ode to casual alcohol and narcotic abuse.

3. These New Puritans - Hidden
NME lauded, but somehow still barely registering as a blip on the public sphere's radar, TNP leave the classroom and head onto the battlefield for second album Hidden. Their debut Beat Pyramid was something of a suckerpunch, roaring onto the indie scene with a bizarre topical base, mostly revolving around primary colours, historical references and a keen interest in geometry. Their follow-up this year was radically different, with a distinctly aggressive orchestral sound, the instrumental battle anthem We Want War could soundtrack the march of Sauron's horde, yet the soft piano of Hologram with its pounding kettle drum beat and cross-dimensional vocals could just as easily be applied to the world of science-fiction. 

2. Delphic - Acolyte
I have yet to come across a band that married superlative arena rock with speaker-busting electro quite as well as this Mancunian four-piece. From the emergency announcement of opener Clarion Call to the breathless techno-piano of closer Remain, there isn't a note out of place because Delphic are a group with exhaustive technical proficiency: every chord, every pause, every word, was hand picked with breathtaking consideration. And the results fully justify their efforts, Acolyte is consistently epic and evocative and nowhere is this more obvious than the titular track, a near-nine minute odyssey of sparkling synths that rise to levels of pure audio-ecstasy, writhing besides gorgeous choral harmonies in a storm of architectural electronica. Sure my personal highlight might be entirely electronic, but if Acolyte is the only track you listen to, consider this: every other will contain some variation of Delphic's stunning electro formula, and it perfectly compliments their Silent Alarm-inspired rock sound.

1. The National - High Violet

I'll be honest here, I consider myself to be a little like Dexter, faking the most commonplace social interactions because I'm emotionally numb. And it's for that reason, that I'm am so utterly obsessed with finding the next album capable of stirring some kind of glandular response. High Violet achieved this in so many ways I could spend the entirety of this article outlining them, but, for your sake, I'm not going to. Instead I'll try to summarise why it is the best rock record of the year, and quite possibly, the decade. Every single track is a soul-bearing diatribe, mostly on the pains of family life but branching out into themes like life-after-death, marriage and the predictability of social cliques.The musicianship is exemplary, if not particularly original, leaning on grinding guitar riffs and accessible piano work. But to derogate its paint-by-numbers sound would be to completely miss the point, also my current nonchalance regarding anything involving guitars would be equally artisan, but considering that, The National's almost constant weight on my mind, is a testament to their ability to produce music with their hearts on their sleeves regardless of sonic influence. 

Pop
5. Marina & The Diamonds - The Family Jewels

Charting a familiar course between Lady Sovereign's tomboyish rough-&-tumble and dizzy piano purism, The Family Jewels is a glitzy, well-polished pop record. For more info, go here: http://www.redbrickonline.co.uk/music/album-review-marina-the-diamonds-the-family-jewels/

4. Sleigh Bells - Treats

Noise pop should be loud and Jesus, are these two ever; Treats sounds like Green Day and Michael Bay collaborated on a chart-topper and the studio was just an igloo built from cocaine. Single Crown On The Ground is the worst (or best?) offender, the only legally safe way to listen to this on speakers more powerful than say, the one on your phone, is in one of those bunkers the military use to test nuclear warheads. But somehow riding over every megaton chord are Alexis Krauss' saccharine-sweet vocals and the juxtaposition is bizarrely perfect, if I continue to run with the scatter-brained similes here, it's kind of like watching the Titans tearing the world apart because they can't decide on their favourite rom-com. In short: violent, but adorable.

3. Hurts - Happiness

Their lyrics are vapid-as-fuck but there's something to be said for Hurts' 80s baroque pop sound. Quite a lot actually, as Happiness is one of the most musically accomplished debuts this year. They hit new theatrical highs at every opportunity, with a charming electro angle on the otherwise soporific genre of New-Romantic ballads. I bad-mouthed their lyrics, but of course I would, I'm a hollow shell of a human being yet even I'm forced to admit that their vocalist Hutchcraft is perfectly qualified, turning every insipid line into a glorious operatic harmony. 

2. School of Seven Bells - Disconnect From Desire

I've got nothing against dream-pop particularly, it's just that most of it is pretentious crap, a natural fusion of twee-pop and shoegaze, that no-one ever managed to really make anything of. Until last year, when School of Seven Bells released Alpinisms and blew me away with their thoughtful lyrics and the kind of inspired melodies the Ting Tings would like awake at night, dreaming of being capable of. DFD though, had all that and so much more, from the spacey Jack Wall synths of Heart Is Strange to the Fuck Buttons meets Jonsi wall of distortion on The Wait, this is a record of near-perfect scale and intimacy, flitting gracefully between epic soundscapes and minimalist balladry. What makes this possible are the vocalists: Claudia and Alejandra Deheza. As you're probably capable of guessing, they're sisters, what might not be so obvious is that they are twins, and with this in mind, it becomes apparent why they sing so comfortably together and why their delicate harmonies gel so perfectly. 


1. Robyn - Body Talk Pt. 2
The strongest of the triad of Body Talk iterations, Pt. 2 demonstrates everything great about the Scandinavian songstress while sidestepping the pitfalls the other two stumbled into. Sure Pt. 1 might have the lonely-Disco ballad Dancing On My Own and Pt. 3 the man-eating siren song Call Your Girlfriend but as always it's moderation that takes the gong. Exuding far more swagger, Body Talk Pt. 2 is all pomp and circumstance, Include Me Out is a  a toe-tapping initiation to popular dubstep and U Should Know Better's audacious back-and-forth with Snoop Dogg just begs you to underestimate her. Fans of Robyn have come to expect Grade-A synth lines and flawless production and they weren't disappointed, all three Body Talk records are leagues ahead of the competition. Move the fuck over Lady Gaga, 'cause Robyn is the legitimate heir to the throne of Queen of Pop.

Wednesday 22 December 2010

Why all I want for Christmas this year is temporary deafness.

It’s that time of the year again. A time of peace and goodwill, or as everyone with a mental capacity higher than that of an 8 year-old knows, a time of shameless consumerism, needless binge-drinking and casual family violence. Not that any of that bothers me particularly - not to say that I’m a material guy, all I need is four wall and adobe slats for my girls - it’s the inevitable onslaught of stagnant festive music that leaves me considering taking a leaf out of Van Gogh’s book of self-mutilation. 
I swear to God, if Olly Murs opens his mouth one more fucking time, I'm taking the other one too
I’m a tolerant man, more or less, my latent fury at the deplorable state of public taste is usually kept in check because I can avoid it if I see fit. I can give the worst offenders of Birmingham’s nightlife a wide berth but the second the clock ticks over to the 1st of December it all goes wrong. Suddenly, Wizzard is spewing from every High Street shop’s speakers, the Pogues fill out my peaceful hometown’s pubs and every club in the country closes only after some god-awful charity farce. It’s the fact that it’s unavoidable that really upsets me.
It puts the lotion on its skin or else it get the hose again
Now carols, I know where I stand with carols (we’re cool Jinglebells). I’m more than happy to be that drunk at the back of Midnight Mass howling along to Auld Lang Syne and forcing parents to answer awkward questions. But good luck getting me on board with Slade after last orders, you’ll die trying. I’d honestly rather give Susan Boyle a sensual foot massage.But somehow, year after year, rooms full of corporate executives see fit to fuck with carols too, press-ganging any female singer-songwriter who qualifies as the hot new thing to butcher some Yuletide classic. Like when that harpie Mariah Carey did whatever it was, whenever it was (spoiler alert: it wasn't long enough ago), though it did surprise me that she was willing to spend time not chasing strangers away from her eggs. 

But as my therapist keeps telling me, I need to think more positively, and there is a silver lining to this sadly-predictable annual ear-fucking, just. For every slack-jawed yokel or self-righteous 'altruist' that buys those charity singles every year, we get a little closer to that most clichéd Christmas wish, world peace. And when we finally achieve this (spoiler alert 2: we won't) fucking Band Aid or whoever would at last have nothing to bitch about. But knowing the Spirit of Christmas pretty well (we staged a Beer Pong tournament in Greenland a few years ago, it was all over the news I'm sure you saw it), they'd find a way.
I'm sorry Doctor, but I just can't shake the feeling that you're moron.
Uh-huh, and how does that make you feel?
Like tearing Bob Geldof's throat out?

William is a papal bull in the Chinashop of public opinion, currently facing charges following the loud, hilarious libel of a shopping centre's Father Christmas.

Tuesday 21 December 2010

The Year in Electronica

Continuing from yesterday, here are my personal favourite electronic albums of 2010. Before you dash off, it's worth mentioning that The Knife's electro-opera Tomorrow, In A Year, missed out on this list by a single downy hair, but is absolutely worth your time. Just not quite as much as these:


10. Delorean - Subiza
Ibiza might not be everyone's idea of a good time and it's definitely not my idea of a source of inspiration, but in this case I'm happy to be proved wrong. Delorean's Balearic pop on Subiza is a rich, satisfying record lined with bright, summery piano and insistently positive vocals.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QngeN-5wGQ

9. Emeralds - Does It Look Like I'm Here?
Drowned In Sound's record of the year, but not mine. It certainly is a blissful assortment of digital soundscapes but it rarely strays beyond unobtrusive ambience, when it does though, robotic signal beeps collide with reverberating synth patterns in a haze of theatrical techno.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og1qs2OAuPE

8. Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles II
Alice Glass goes hardcore (at least in sound, she was always fucking maniacal) with even more visceral synths and voice work that sounds like she's being constantly asphyxiated. Suffocated is the least radical point, which is more or less just Air War 1.5 but the crushing distortion of Fainting Spells and spectral Sigur Rós cover Year Of Silence are significant departures for the pair. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzcZu7qN8F8

7. Röyksopp - Senior
The logical follow-up to Junior, Röyksopp took their indulgent adolescent outlook on synth-pop and matured it a little for their fourth album. Senior is far more reflective and sombre, tracks like The Alcoholic and The Drug stand out as positively gloomy in places, but the crisp beats and airy alpine chords keep the whole affair distinctly familiar. Röyksopp might have grown up a little, but Happy Up Here, this is not. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YM4vWu1Wrl8

6. Pantha Du Prince - Black Noise
The third release from German producer Hendrik Weber, Black Noise has more of a spring in its step than his prior minimalist techno: the orchestral-inspired house on display here finds a perfect ground between sweeping ambience and throbbing dancefloor energy. Mid-point standout A Nomad's Retreat teases in a gorgeous brain-wiring rhythm while exploring a vast sonic landscape of fluttering cadence and mournful hums. Its reminiscent of Burial in places, with elegant pauses to accentuate the renewed beat but the overall sound is far more lavish, meaning it not only works as lounge electronica, but full-blown house as well. And that, is quite an achievement. 
5. Four Tet - There Is Love In You
Unfairly labelled as one of Hebden's least inspired pieces, There Is Love In You is still makes positively thrilling listening, darting between heartstricken cyborg bleeps (Sing), jazz-tinted lounge (This Unfolds) and introspective instrumentalism (She Just Likes To Fight). None of this is a dramatic change for Kieran, but hey, if it ain't broke.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhYV2Q6_hbI

4. Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma
A man from the DJ Shadow school of sampling, Steven Ellison, the L.A. producer Flying Lotus has a sound quite unlike anyone else at the moment. His unique brand of electro seems at first to be clumsy and invasive, bumbling past ill-placed time changes and disparate chords, but look further. After a few listens, Cosmogramma suddenly makes sense as a mischievous jaunt through electronica's major subgroups, taking cues from techno, house and dance with a few forays into pop and hip-hop. Its challenging, but ultimately far more rewarding than the work of more by-the-book producers. 
http://soundcloud.com/simm/sets/flying-lotus-cosmogramma

3. Yeasayer - Odd Blood
Yeasayer ditched their globe-trotting alt-folk in favour of more electronically-driven sound on Odd Blood, the decision raised a few hipster pulses but of course they had nothing to worry about, the end result is just as continent-spanning in scope as their previous album yet maintains a dazzling pop-sheen throughout. Love Me Girl is a Timbaland meets Yo La Tengo burst of charmingly infatuated funk with a dark pop chorus and ONE sits pretty on a skipping reggae beat with punchy percussion and extra stretchy synths.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPbsxA0bBgA

2. Neon Indian - Psychic Chasms
Psychic Chasms is a true masterpiece of chillwave; retrospective in outlook, lethargic in attitude and blasé in production value. Their ethic is evident everywhere, in the lazy holiday hedonism of Deadbeat Summer, the narcotic regret of Should Of Taken Acid With You and the head-swimming Mind, Drips. It's all so effortlessly enjoyable and unassuming that it's impossible to take it seriously, but why would you? The production may be Brooklyn-bedsit in budget, but it's not like that stopped them liberally dosing this all-too-short record with fantastically honky synths and perfectly placed samples, look at Laughing Gas, with its inane background giggling or Local Joke and its exuberant fireworks crescendo. Psychic Chasms was designed from the ground up to brighten your mood, and succeeds at damn-near every turn.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWs4e7oTn9g


1. Caribou - Swim
This was the hardest decision I've made since the last closing time at my local, but Swim tops this list for the following reasons. The balance between ardent and joyful lyrics is nothing short of artful, the instrumental percussion is evocative and varied and the production is nothing short of astounding. The pacing is spot-on, each track is placed to keep the experience progressive and rewarding in consistently surprising and original ways.The opener Odessa is as intimate as it is epic, as likely to pluck at your heartstrings as it is to give you itchy feet with its synthetic wails and haemorrhaging bass. Following on from that though is Sun, a joyously occult incantation over glittering synths and beating tribal drums. Swim continues in this fashion for the next 40 minutes, evolving at every step until its conclusion on Jamelia in a cascade of weeping strings. Its this unrivalled experience, that nets Caribou the top spot. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiSa7THgxrI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euS2SlC68q8

Monday 20 December 2010

The Year in Hip-Hop

It's been a dramatic year, of earthquakes, oil spills and student demonstrations. But more important than any of that, it's been a great year for hip-hop, so here are my favourites.

10. Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday
Not quite as raunchy or inflammatory as I expected, but Nicki's debut is still a rollicking ride. Roman's Revenge is a gloriously puerile rant about Dungeons & Dragons that rapidly dissolves into a foul-mouthed back-and-forth with Eminem over spacey synths and fuckit-that'l-do beats. Unfortunately, it isn't really representative of the record as a whole which downplays her abrasive nature, a disappointing choice (it was the basis of her appeal to start with) no doubt made to make her more easily digestible in the squeaky-clean chart scene, but it is a sign of good things to come.

9. Curren$y - Pilot Talk
Hip-hop might not be the genre of choice for narcotic 'abuse', usually giving way to reggae, jungle or afrobeat, but Pilot Talk was made with nothing else in mind, other than where the nearest packet of Cheetos was. Lazy-ass guitar riffs form the majority of the backing, but a generous dose of G-funk keeps the record getting stale and appearances from Snoop, Mos Def and Jay Electronica make it clear Curren$y is doing something right.

8. Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon - Wu-Massacre
With a gestation period of less than 8 months, the long promised Wu-Tang reunion record arrived with shocking abruptness. Consider that Dr Dre's last hurrah Detox has been in the works nearly six years, this is not a genre defined by quick turnarounds. Nevertheless, Wu-Massacre doesn't suffer from many of the problems that plague the videogame industry's unforgiving deadlines, although it does fail to fully take advantage of Raekwon's critic-swooning Only Built For Cuban Linx... Part II. Altogether, it's an engaging reunion of three immensely talented rappers working together in the name of fan service, even if they are sort of running on autopilot.


7. Kid Cudi - Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr Rager
The poster boy for alternative rap returned this year with a gargantuan follow-up to last year's Man on the Moon and it's filled to bursting with everything that made its predecessor great. Schizophrenic stand-out Maniac is a neurotic head-nodder and Cage's verse provided one of the best lines all year:
I am the maniac I am the fool
I found a monser in me when I lost my cool
It lives inside of me eating what's in its way
I put black spray paint on my windows during the day

6. Rick Ross - Teflon Don
 One of the leaner rap albums of the year at 11 tracks, that modesty doesn't stretch to the rest of the album. Which is no bad thing, every rapper needs a planetary ego to service, though one could argue that Rick has taken that sentiment a little too far. But I'm not going to, Teflon Don amounts to little more than a swaggering monument to his own greatness (and he actually demands a statue be erected in the event of his death in opener I'm Not A Star) but its delivered with such exuberance that its impossible to argue with.

5. Twista - The Perfect Storm (Deluxe Edition)
Ranking as one of rap's highest syllable per-minute mouth magicians, Twista's latest is aptly named. It's a unrelenting hailstorm of machine-gun raps over crashing gangster beats. It's not exactly a radical new production ethic, but the formula is certainly not broken, the deluxe edition includes a pleasant change of pace though, in the form of pre-release single The Heat. All the qualities of an instant East Coast classic are present and correct with soulful background harmonies and a chorus with more funk per square inch than James Brown's bedroom.

4. Das Racist - Sit Down, Man
They may be the least recognisable name on this list, but Das Racist could have earned their place here on lyricism alone, luckily for them, their backing work is some of the best out there. Bastardising Sister Sledge for the sole purpose of poking fun at Puerto Rican stereotypes is an idea that only a couple of blokes with some quality recording equipment and a shitload of free time could come up with. And that's all Das Racist is, a group trying to rewrite the hip-hop blueprint with nothing but some easy-access pop culture references. But their sense of humour is so effortlessly entertaining and universally applicable that its easy to forget how fucking smart it all is. And they're not reinventing the wheel for the financial reward, they put that best themselves:
We don't even need rap 
To get a real job 
Only rap weekly
I don't need rap told ya rap need me

3. Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
Coming together as a result of months of emotional turmoil, family bereavement and media backlash, West's latest is a record of immense personal gravity. Featuring guest work from hip-hop's brightest and best, it also proves that the patronage of this producer is enough to almost guarantee your transferral to the A-list. Otherwise, West's Fantasy is business as usual pre-808s and Heartbreaks, all jazz and soul-tinted synth work, lyrical ambiguity and pop culture name-dropping. Sure there's a degree of auto-tune use, but it's relegated to choruses where it belongs and used with restraint and relevance. In fact, in a bizarre turn of events, the synthetic voice work is actually one of Dark Fantasy's best elements, giving the vocals far more versatility - Hell of a Life's sluggish chorus, already one of the highlights of the record lyrically, is definitely improved by Kanye's mechanical drone:
Have you lost your mind?
Tell me when you think we crossed the line
No more drugs for me
Pussy and Religion is all I need

2. Eminem - Recovery
In a very similar vein to West, Recovery followed several lacklustre releases and personal issues, but where Dark Fantasy was typified by acceptance and peace of mind, this is a record fuelled by rage. Sure it was Marshall's attempt at redemption, Talkin' To Myself closes with a sincere apology to his fans, but he extends the olive branch with one hand, and the chainsaw in the other. His hiatus hasn't blunted that razor-toothed sense of humour either, just look to So Bad, and its spinal-cord-warping pornographic boasting or On Fire and its slew of comic book character references. This is in every way the record fans have been waiting for since The Eminem Show.

1. Big Boi - Sir Lucious Leftfoot: The Son of Chico Dusty
It might not have the gripping personal drama of Em or West's work this year, but it's advisable not to worry about what it has, rather focus on what it is. And what it is happens to be one of the finest debut albums of the year, jammed with wit, vivacity and confidence. The skits are a good example, every big league release seems to need them these days, but Big Boi's meaningless meanderings between tracks are just proof-positive of a mind that has too many ideas to contend with. Everything about this record is polished and refined, but the impression I get is that every decision was made with nail-biting consideration, and the fact that it never feels forced is frankly astounding with that in mind. Rather than a selection of a prolific producer's best work, Lucius Leftfoot comes across as a brief showcase of Antwan's exemplary talent in the studio and behind the mic, with the constant suggestion, that he's barely even trying.