list: 2011 Year in Music

January 8th, 2012

01 White Fence ‘Is Growing Faith’
‘Is Growing Faith’ was one of the first LPs I bought in January and it never quite got better than this.  I returned to it again and again for a multitude of reasons: it rushed like the British Invasion and swirled like early psychedelia; possessed the ability to shift from rural, cobweb-stricken folk to urgent garage-pop.  As warped and errant as the songs may seem, no one wrote a better collection this year than Tim Presely operating as White Fence.  Whenever I questioned this choice, I queued up the LP and lowered the stylus.  And the proof was always between the groves, just as it should be.

02 A Winged Victory for the Sullen ‘A Winged Victory for the Sullen’
The reigning hiatus of Stars of the Lid was once a thing of dread, fearing that never again would I hear the hallmarks of their vintage LPs.  Conversely, Adam Wiltzie partnered with pianist Dustin O’Halloran with an equally sublime result.  Not that this is SOTL 2.0, but Wiltzie’s approach of deep tones and hushed, symphonic wonderment is so markedly singular that it is impossible not to hear shades of his previous project.  O’Halloran proves to be a perfect complement as his piano notes give melody and buoyancy to the heavy drift of strings and room tone.

03 Kurt Vile ‘Smoke Ring for My Halo’
‘Smoke Ring’ was as invaluable as an old friend on those early mornings, lazy afternoons, and quiet nights.  And while Vile litters his songs with lyrics of ambivalence and laziness, this album strikes deep and true with taut songwriting and sublime, golden-hued atmospheres.  Here he takes the common tropes of folk and classic rock and spins them into something wholly his own.

04 Psychedelic Horseshit ‘Laced’
This album seemed invisible.  If it did garner the praise and notoriety it deserved I was certainly not privy to it.  And what a shame that is since Psychedelic Horseshit crafted one of the most beguiling and compelling records of 2011.  ‘Laced’ is the sound of shoegaze left out in the sun – hot, melted, and disfigured, while still retaining a true pop sensibility.  A gem.

05 Colin Stetson ‘New History Warfare Vol. 2: Judges’
The boldest album of the year.  In many ways, my 2011 was bookended with this full-length LP and Stetson’s equally enticing 10”.  Each mapped the contours of a strange and twisted planet with an utterly new sound that was as violent and erratic as a madman, but also as controlled and precise as a chemist.  Solo saxophone music is not always something I seek out, but ‘Judges’ successfully creates an entirely different language replete with guest vocalists, a mixing process that involves 24 microphones for a single instrument, and a circular breathing technique that rivals the best marathon runners.

06 Sic Alps ‘Napa Asylum’
I’m not exactly sure how long Sic Alps took to write and record their glorious double LP ‘Napa Asylum,’ but anywhere between three days or three years would be believable.  On the first few listens, it may be easy to be distracted by their raw, off-the-cuff approach to songwriting.  But once it sinks in deeper it becomes clear the San Francisco trio are working on a different plane, and the album makes sense sonically when it has no right to theoretically.  Sic Alps know exactly how to hold back integral pieces to songs – the few perfectly placed piano notes in ‘Ranger’ or the tambourine in ‘Turtle Soup’ – and make you realize you didn’t know how bad you needed to hear them until they appear.  ‘Napa’ only further proves they are one of the most thoroughly exciting bands around.

07 The Cave Singers ‘No Witch’
It’s music for backwoods and barrooms, for campfires and whiskey.  But even if your surroundings didn’t always include those things, ‘No Witch’ elicited enough dust, humidity, and smoke to make it a reality.  The tradition of folk, blues, country, and rock and roll is as deep as anything in America and, from the remote corner of the Pacific Northwest, The Cave Singers mine all the right areas.  From the tender fiddle inflections of ‘Swim Club’ and the psychedelic undercurrents of ‘Outer Realms’ to the ragged electric guitars of ‘Black Leaf’ and the gospel evocations of ‘Haystacks,’ no album dug into Americana better than ‘No Witch.’

08 Jacaszek ‘Glimmer’
Part baroque classical, part electronic abstraction, ‘Glimmer’ assembles divergent styles with ease and fluidity.  Jacaszek plays pipe organ, harpsichord, Spanish guitar, harp, and many other instruments that are, in turn, blemished by digital manipulation, defaced by pitchshifting, and left as naked as their natural state.  Sonically, ‘Glimmer’ is utterly intoxicating: textural and abstract while retaining an immediacy and melodicism.  Little was as special as that combination in 2011.

09 Tim Hecker ‘Ravedeath, 1972′
Tim Hecker’s distortion-crusted drone was thought to be perfected with 2006’s ‘Harmony in Ultraviolet,’ but he has never recorded anything as imposing or blatantly powerful as ‘Ravedeath, 1972.’  A composite of many different elements end up creating the sound of ‘Ravedeath,’ but two things ultimately define it: guitar amplifiers and a cathedral.  These two components are at odds with each, one giving a raw, rough-hewn quality to the record while the other provides an immense, symphonic sound.  As always, the synthesis of the two is where the record triumphs.

10 Atlas Sound ‘Parallax’
Seemingly every year a Bradford Cox helmed album ends up in my top 10 list.  Though not quite as consistent and instantly catchy as ‘Logos,’ ‘Parallax’ is an extremely solid collection of songs that blends atmospheric debris and tremoloed guitar lines with clear-eyed acoustic ballads.  Of course, Cox is never one to rest on such a simple description, also utilizing loops, garage-rock stylings, and raw lyrics to color in his vibrant songs.  But no matter how he dresses them up, the pop melody is his ultimate muse and ‘Parallax’ is yet another endearing document of such an idea.

11 James Blake ‘James Blake’
I’m always curious to see what albums resonate with huge, broad media institutions like Time and Entertainment Weekly and appear on their year end lists.  James Blake landed on People magazine’s top ten list, which, given how unlikely his singer-songwriter/dubstep formula is, should not have surprised me in the least.

12 Frank Fairfield ‘Out on the Open West’
A true troubadour from yesteryear, Fairfield picked, plucked, and bowed a series of incredibly bare and stark folk songs on ‘West’ that would sound great in any era.

13 Ty Segall ‘Goodbye Bread’
This may be the most “conventional” rock record on the list, but Ty Segall has enough energy and verve that his classic sources – T Rex and Nirvana among them – seem to matter less than the instantly hummable songs he writes.

14 Pete Swanson ‘I Don’t Rock at All’
A busy year for the already prolific Pete Swanson.  ‘I Don’t Rock at All’ was the pinnacle with three extended electric guitar tracks that gristle with distortion and glitter with rich harmonics.

15 Tom Waits ‘Bad as Me’
At 62 years of age, Tom Waits has lost none of his trademark grit and intensity.  In fact, to these ears, ‘Bad as Me’ is one of his most striking, daring, and accessible statements yet.   No one writes a verse quite like him.

16 All Tiny Creatures ‘Harbors’
I’m slightly biased with this selection and I wasn’t really sure where to place it on the list.  But one thing is certain: it deserves to be here.  All Tiny Creatures disregard innumerable stereotypes and trends with their debut full-length and operate in a sound world wholly their own that is equal parts exacting electronic song-craft and abstract minimalism.

17 Six Organs of Admittance ‘Asleep on the Floodplain’
No matter how predictable a new Ben Chasny record may be – each contains familiar folk songs that are scuffed with feedback and imbued with drone – I’m pretty sure I would continue buying them for the next 50 years.

18 Earth ‘Angels of Darkness, Demons of Light’
It’s still slow, grinding, and unrelenting, but you don’t listen to Earth to hear sometime different than what’s come before.  You listen for the indelible patience, that perfectly sculpted guitar tone, and the progressions that seem to arc into infinity – all of which ‘Angels’ has in spades.

19 Collections of Colonies of Bees ‘Giving’
For the better part of 10 years, Collections of Colonies of Bees have been crafting some of the most imaginative and invigorating instrumental music this side of a laptop.  My only quibble?  ‘Giving’ clocks in at only 28 minutes.

20 The War on Drugs ‘Slave Ambient’
If you would have told me an album that splits its focus between Springsteen-esque rock anthems and analog sound experiments would have been anything but a failure I would not have believed you.  ‘Slave Ambient’ confirms just how wrong I was.

song: James Brown ‘Try Me’

December 27th, 2011

For today.

film: Bob Rafelson ‘Five Easy Pieces’

November 25th, 2011

After an obtuse, psychedelic film about the Monkees, Bob Rafelson and Jack Nicholson collaborated on what I can only describe as an understated masterpiece and one of my favorite films, ‘Five Easy Pieces.’  The lineage between the two may not be direct, but it speaks to the level of artistic trust they had in one another to confront two entirely different film projects with equal passion.

‘Five Easy Pieces’ was undoubtedly a hit when it premiered in 1970, but it’s paradoxical that its most enduring moment – the chicken salad sandwich scene – is probably the film’s most atypical.  The resulting 98 minutes is a fearless character study of a person who is completely discontented with the structure of the life that was envisioned for him and mostly disconnected to the people he surrounds himself with.  Nicholson, as Bobby Dupea, plays an oil rigger who has forsaken a live of privilege and high class as a pianist in favor of drifting and disappearing into the fringes of society.  Though, more than anything, ‘Five Easy Pieces’ is a rhapsody about emotion that is too difficult to verbalize, but too strong to ignore.

To purchase as part of the BBS box set and watch the trailer, visit Criterion.

My Bloody Valentine ‘Loveless’

November 4th, 2011

Whether it was published in a magazine or remained just scribbles in a notebook, my years of writing about music taught me one indisputable fact: the most difficult thing to write about is the thing you love most.  It doesn’t matter if the subject is a person, place, or sour candy.  It is an arduous task to properly condense its brilliance into a mere couple hundred words, encapsulating the right energy, verve and style along the way.

So let me limit the chance of any uncertainty for this subject, the thing I love most: today marks the 20th anniversary of ‘Loveless’ by My Bloody Valentine and it is the greatest album ever recorded.

The moments deeply embedded in the mix, glistening on the surface and swirling somewhere in the margins of the album’s 48 and a half minutes represent so many things I love about the very nature of sound itself that it feels futile to even attempt an explanation.  Yet, above all, it is the dualities and endless complexities of its sound I recall most clearly: loud and soft, abstract and pop, violent and tender, ethereal and so tangible I swear I can taste its bristling harmonics on my tongue and feel its pink-hued warmth on my skin.  More than just a soundtrack to my existence, it’s a bible, a roadmap to this life of mine, a haven to retreat to, and a reason to continually fall in love with music again and again.

Listen to (a low-quality version of) ‘To Here Knows When’ below.

Colin Stetson ‘Those Who Didn’t Run’

October 21st, 2011

When witnessing Colin Stetson perform ‘The End of Your Suffering’ a couple months back, it was impossible not to be moved, impressed, and enthralled by the force he was expending in order to play his instrument. The physicality of being able to blow, scream, and expel sounds through a saxophones for ten-plus minutes without taking a proper breath is akin to a marathon runner’s endurance test. Only the outcome of Stetson’s movements sound a whole lot better.

‘Those Who Didn’t Run,’ Stetson’s new 10”, includes two side-long renditions of frantic, pulsing minimalism that are alternatively sublime and raucous. My previous comparison for his early 2011 full-length was to some odd Glass/Ayler hybrid, which, seemingly, has become even more apt with this release. Though no piece of vinyl can compare with Stetson’s live onslaught, this 10” is a lovingly crafted package with a thick record housed in a screen-printed heavyweight jacket. And the music you will find inside is, yet again, among 2011’s best.

Hear ‘The End of Your Suffering’ below and grab the 10″ from Constellation.

The end of your suffering by Constellation Records

Spiritualized ‘Pure Phase’

October 7th, 2011

The waning days of sunshine and natural warmth have been spent with ‘Pure Phase’ swirling in my head.  As an early record in Jason Pierce’s Spiritualized project, it tends to be overshadowed by albums he created before it (with Spacemen 3) and after (namely ‘Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space’).  A shame, considering it is a crowning achievement in Pierce’s discography with lush, shimmering, and intricately layered pop songs that are as glorious as the band names suggests.

At its core, ‘Pure Phase’ is a juxtaposition of minimalist intent – Steve Reich is a clear influence – with maximalist execution.  Rippling with sine waves and tremolos, Spiritualized seemingly layers a dozen or so melodies on top of each other on a variety of instruments – organ, strings, trumpets among them – to ecstatic effect.   It’s a beautiful technique that in lesser hands would easily careen into clumsy disarray.  Instead it remains thoroughly composed, multifarious, and invigorating.

Hear ‘Lay Back in the Sun’ below and grab the recently reissued 2xLP.

A Winged Victory for the Sullen ‘A Winged Victory for the Sullen’

September 23rd, 2011

Anything under the resume of Adam Wiltzie will gain my entire focus and attention, usually for weeks at a time.  He has earned that honor for providing a few of music’s most revelatory moments through his work with Brian McBride as Stars of the Lid.  The debut album by A Winged Victory for the Sullen, Wiltzie’s duo with composer and pianist Dustin O’Halloran, proves to be nearly as accomplished and gorgeous as the best of Stars of the Lid.  Even if I can’t quite equate the two projects just yet, the album triumphs over most everything else in the neo-classical and drone canons in this year or any other.

A Winged Victory for the Sullen begins with the familiar, thick washes of slow strings, reverb clouds, and static harmonies.  Yet the template is punctuated with subtle, but very noticeable, adjustments: O’Halloran’s clear and deliberate piano melodies, intermittent shades of hope and optimism, and a concision of execution.  There will not be a better soundtrack for this early autumn season.

Hear ‘Steep Hills of Vicodin Tears’ below and purchase the LP through Kranky.

The Cave Singers ‘No Witch’

September 15th, 2011

It’s a wide-eyed folk tune, a reverie spun into song. And I would be hard-pressed to conjure a 2011 track that I have listened to more than ‘Swim Club’ by the Cave Singers. Like the best of them, it feels utterly effortless, as if the instruments beat, plucked, and bowed themselves. But that would be a disservice to the trio as well as the rest of their exceptional third album, ‘No Witch.’

The signposts for this record are not uncommon: the hot-blooded passion of the blues, the rawness of rock ‘n’ roll, and the breezy melodies of country folk.  In fact the best selling indie record of the year (‘Helplessness Blues’) could be categorized as such.  But ‘No Witch’ triumphs with a bolder, more adventurous – and, you know, better – take on what Fleet Foxes attempted.  It also genuinely recalls the Rolling Stones’ ‘Beggars Banquet’ with lively fiddle additions and gospel-tinged backup vocals.  Certainly quite a claim since I count ‘Banquet’ among my favorite albums of all-time, but ‘No Witch’ is the closest thing I’ve heard to that enlivened sound in years.

Hear ‘Swim Club’ below and check out the LP at Jagjaguwar.

Collections of Colonies of Bees ‘Giving’

August 18th, 2011

Unbridled joy is often a difficult emotion to capture in instrumental music.  Maybe it’s just the hangover left from brooding ‘90s post-rock, but wordless songs often arrive in tandem with adjectives like dour, cinematic, and gloomy.  There are many reasons to be excited about ‘Giving,’ the new Collections of Colonies of Bees album, but one of them certainly is because of how exuberant and joyous the material is.

Each new release by the Bees – whether it is in tandem with Justin Vernon as Volcano Choir or a one-off 12” with Table of the Elements – is noteworthy as the sextet always finds ways to fold numerous ideas and concepts into a seamless work.  This time around ‘Giving’ offers an album as rich and sonically deep as anything they’ve done with a sharper, more obtrusive rock edge.  They have altered their sound considerably since 2004’s ‘Customer’ LP (a personal favorite of mine), but they still find ways to effectively reinvent themselves.  Part of this is because ‘Giving’ ripples with so activity in both the foreground (the bright, open electric guitar vistas) and background (the minimalist piano and textured electronics) that it’s difficult to feel anything but stimulated and enthralled.  And part of this is because Collections of Colonies of Bees are just such a joy to listen to.

The astoundingly well-packaged LP (pictured above) can be purchased now through Hometapes.  Hear ‘Lawn’ below.

of note: R.I.P. Amy Winehouse

July 25th, 2011

She may now be better known for the hundreds of square feet her name has occupied in the tabloids, but for me I’ll always remember Amy Winehouse for her impeccable musical taste and peerless vision in pop music.  Of course, that voice – booming, soulful, and with as much swagger as James Brown – is a close second.

Winehouse was merely 22 years old when she released ‘Back to Black,’ but it displayed a wealth of musical understanding that outstripped her young age.  It did much more than mine the glorious ‘60s girl group and northern soul eras; it effectively lifted a timeless pop formula into a new decade.  But all of this wouldn’t have mattered had Winehouse not had the voice to execute it and the wisdom to recruit the Dap-Kings and their blasts of well-worn soul to provide the musical backbone.  She joins Robert Johnson, Kurt Cobain, and Brian Jones on the list of musicians who pass away at age 27.  Far, far too young.

Hear ‘Back to Black’ below.  Listen to one of her last recordings – a cover of Lesley Gore’s ‘It’s My Party – here.