Top 50 Albums of 2008 (Part Two)
By No Ripcord Staff
25. Jamie Lidell
“Jim”
(Warp)
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Jim is a narrative which captures the attention from the first track to the last. Lidell maintains the 1960s and 70s R&B groove first presented on 2005's Multiply. Another Day stands out amongst a smooth selection of masterfully composed tracks. The intensity varies throughout from the slow All I Wanna Do to the energetic Figured me Out. Nostalgic and modern at the same time, the album never fails the listener. Jamie hits the sweet spot with love-stricken ballads and soulful blues melodies - the sound quality sparkles, and will keep you coming back to Jim long after the catchy tunes have been reluctantly pushed out of your mind. Definitely worthy of the 'best of 2008' hierarchy. (Miguel Morelli)
24. Thao with the Get Down Stay Down
“We Brave Be Stings and All”
(Kill Rock Stars)
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So short, but so sweet, every song here is what a pop song should be. Thao's voice is uniquely dark and breathy in the context of cheerful arrangements, that feature banjo pickin', snare rustlin', and acoustic strummin'. Big Kid Table and Geography are punchy carefree lilts, while songs like Travel leave you wanting to hear that sweet melodic line one more time. Bee Stings is, in Thao Nguyen's own words from Bag of Hammers, "Like a lick of ice cream." (Brett Oronzio)
Abstract hip-hop experimentalist Boom Bip gets together with Super Furry Animal/Welsh Indie Rock Icon Gruff Rhys to do a retro concept album based around the life of John DeLorean. Certainly sounds like fun, sort of a second-string Gorillaz/Deltron deal. Who expected this to be one of the sweetest, most aggressive, saddest, and intoxicating emotional/dance concoctions of the decade? Not myself, but one of the most sublime pleasures is discovery. (George Booker)
The Dodos have a sound all of their own. Lead vocalist Meric Long may at first sound like Death Cab, but it becomes clear this is a little more than radio-oriented pop music. Visiter is the work of two extremely skilled musicians. While sparse, Logan Kroeber's experimental tribal drumming showcases the duo's chops (which are astounding) and is never used in place of melodic ideas. The arresting Fools shows the widths they can reach in their highest aspirations, while Undeclared shows The Dodos can create an affecting folk ditty just as well. (Brett Oronzio)
21. Atlas Sound
“Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel”
(Kranky)
Bradford Cox proved in early 2008 that it was possible to make an introverted self-produced record that was immeasurable expansive, ambitious, and rejuvenated the necessity in modern music to amalgamate all ones influences: in Cox's case from 50's ballads to ambient to 90's alt-rock. Blind... felt like an exorcism, much like all of Cox's projects, turning his inner state outwards. River Card, seems to sum up the record somewhat in one of its highlights – lulling, ambiguous, a melody line that felt like it stretched to infinity – yet always grounded in the roots of US indie rock, with a driving drum and bass track behind it. Blind... was the perfect expression of the Cox the equivocal artist – introverted, extroverted, experimental yet the product of his influences, bold yet modest. Deerhunter may have received all the attention this year, but many will agree that Atlas Sound may have produced one of the greatest debut records in recent memory. (Neil Insh)
20. Marnie Stern
“This Is It And I Am It And You Are It And So Is That And He Is It And She Is It And It Is It And That Is That”
(Kill Rock Stars)
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Remarkably distinct and chaotically robust, Marnie Stern's second album is a refined variation on her finger-tapped odes to anarchic, sensory madness. Her naïve melodies still cultivate a personal touch and add an appreciated dose of honesty with observations like, "There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of." Despite drummer Zach Hill's propensity for free form hammering, he reels it in enough for Marnie to hit some strides with The Crippled Jazzer and the somewhat cherubic Ruler. Otherwise, she is her ever-unpredictable self and we are thankful. (Sean Caldwell)
The companion piece to last year's great leap forward, The Stage Names, might focus on similar lyrical themes, namely those of stardom and fandom, but Will Sheff's songs sound as fresh and incisive as ever. Lost Coastlines, Pop Lie and the slow-burning Blue Tulip are more than a match for anything on The Stage Names, and the glorious finale of Bruce Wayne Campbell is another perfect showcase for Sheff's fascination with outsider figures, in this case the glam-rock nearly man Jobriath. Consistent, intelligent and increasingly prolific, Okkervil River is fast becoming one of the decade's key bands. (David Coleman)
For a two-man band where the drummer trumps the standard by taking on vocal duties, these guys replace with energy what they lack in instruments. A frenzy of peppy distortion and gripping drums – the songs haemorrhage from twinkling guitar parts and ambient whirls into heavy washes of musical syrup. Exclusive of a handful of tracks that side-step the band’s punk beginnings for lo-fi ambient embarkations (including the near ballad Things I Did When I Was Dead, shaped around a bleepy loop) the majority of the songs on Nouns are vigorous runners. Compared to Weirdo Rippers, Nouns is more direct and polished, and it feels that much more like a dip in a rainbow ocean. (Tara Campbell)
It's hard to pin down what Girl Talk's Gregg Gillis is trying to accomplish. Consider this: the massive success of Girl Talk's fourth full-length record, Feed the Animals, is a testament to today's ADD society of short attention spans. In an age when many argue the death of the album, we find in Gillis's expertly crafted DJ mashups further deconstruction, suggesting even the death of the single. With 14 party-minded, dance-ready tracks built of hundreds of samples ranging from the way-too-obscure to the all-too-obvious, the album takes the most important pieces of seemingly every piece of pop music from the last 50 years and streamlines them into 53 minutes of free (Gillis released the record on a "pay what you want" system), copyright infringing ecstasy. With Feed the Animals, Gillis simultaneously exalts and undermines the music sampled, breaking down "pop" into a wickedly ironic science – and its brilliance is undeniable. It's only fitting that Gillis's day job is as a biomedical research engineer. (Conor McKay)
The single word titles (Skeng, Angry, Fuckaz, Warning, Insane, Judgement) give an idea of the focused rage here. The clinical, menacing, dubstep-via-dancehall instrumentals pulverize one into feeling it. And then the the vocals sprinkle it with convincing threat. Kevin Martin only pulls this name out every four or five years, and every time it is a viscerally compelling and shocking experience. Here he has refined it to a pure angry eye. Respond to it. (George Booker)
Fusing some of the prettiest elements of electronic noise with those that are vibrantly abrasive and dense in comparison, Fuck Buttons leave us imbibing their atmospheric anthems as the fuse together isles of sound. The album’s glittering synths give way to visceral bass-driven reverberations; the vocals burst like a hostages from the soundscape. Mixing primitive beats that are fevered with Black Dice-style experimentation; the record at times sounds like the tribal rituals of some psychotic civilization with rhythm sticks. But it’s the cyclical pacing of the record’s interchanging elements and the precise binding of these tonalities that make it epic. Street Horrrsing sounds like the calculated call of a distressed planet seeking solace. (Tara Campbell)
Fennesz's first album since 2004's Venice felt a more delicate, restrained affair. Given the "pop" structure and lusciousness of 2001's Endless Summer and the expansive yet spectral insularity of Venice, this year's Black Sea felt more paced, and cumulative in its build up. However, his pop sense has always been one of the largest contributing factors to his eminence, along with his deftness in creating visceral landscapes that seem to attach themselves to emotion in time and circumstance. These qualities he did not abandon, and by the fifth track Glide it felt that Fennesz was just waiting to release a carpet of melodic sound. By the time of the closer Saffron Revolution we are enveloped in white noise and pure sound, giving way to a tentative, cerebral guitar loop that fades out to black. (Neil Insh)
13. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
“Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!!”
(Mute)
There's been such an always-the-bridesmaid air to them for years now that Elbow's richly-deserved elevation to national treasures has been one of the most genuine delights of 2008, and what an album they've achieved it with. Lyrically it's outstanding, from the loved-up, grown-up breathlessness of Bones Of You to the crafty vignettery of The Fix, and, given the affectionate reinvigoration the Bury boys perform it with, not to mention Guy's gigantic goosebump of a voice, the whole experience becomes a hug of mountainous proportions, impressive on its first whirl and still improving with every listen even now. (Iain Moffat)
11. Sigur Rós
“Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust”
(EMI / XL)
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2005's Takk... was a beautiful album, subsequently plumbed for a thousand TV trailers. Put next to Sigur Rós' superlative new effort, however, it sounds nearly self-parodic. Með suð... is earthier, stripped back, more genuine somehow. It allows the personality of Sigur Rós to come through in a more organic, honest way, and is a much stronger album for it. First single and buzz-generator Gobbledigook is actually fairly unrepresentative of the record as a whole – try Sud i Eyrum, Festival, or the gorgeous closer All Alright (Jonsi's first song in English) to get a feel for this beautiful album. Sigur Rós may not be aiming quite so high here, but their aim has never been more true. (Alan Garner)
This year, Jason Pierce and Co. managed to peel away the layers and refocus their energies in a more direct and powerful way. So nothing lingers in the hypnotic mode of Cop Shoot Cop, but that's ok, because the tunes are tight and immediately appealing and the singing is emotionally bare. The overall impact is less of a head trip but more of a gut punch. Death Take Your Fiddle comes close to a career highlight by exemplifying the new approach; simple, stripped down, naked and honest. Even though he ends up pretty far from the gospel music that clearly influences him, Pierce captures some of that essence on songs like Sweet Talk and Don't Hold Me Close, while wisely refusing to layer the choirs on top and vamp for ten minutes. In the same spirit of economy, the pointless instrumental interludes are mercifully brief and act as a kind of dead space in the grooves between songs. Pierce even throws a perfect garage rock tune in for good measure (Yeah Yeah), so what's not to like? If it's not an oxymoron, this is by far the best non-drug album Spiritualized has ever made. (Alan Shulman)
9. Vampire Weekend
“Vampire Weekend”
(XL)
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It's so easy to hate these snot-nosed Columbia preps. Good rock music isn't supposed to come from an Ivy League school, but songs like A-Punk and Oxford Comma became inescapable this year. Even carrying hype equivalent to that of The Strokes circa 2001, Vampire Weekend managed to deliver a perfect party album for their debut. Some praise their West African influences, but don't be fooled. It's pretty much just a great blend of 1980's new-wave and synth-pop. As jaded music fans we always have to be reminded by bands like Vampire Weekend that pure unabashed fun always reigns supreme. (Brett Oronzio)
Once an overlooked spin-off of the more glorified indie rock outfit Okkervil River, Shearwater steps out from its sibling's shadow with Rook, its first record on Matador and fifth overall. Rook finds frontman Jonathan Meiburg at his best; his chilling falsetto haunts over brooding lyrics wrought with intensity and emotion. The band's "calm before the storm" aesthetic lends the record an ominous feel, wringing every drop of tension out of each word and note. This may of course be why the 10-track record only clocks in at 38 minutes with one track consisting entirely of menacing feedback – in some ways the music is so dramatic, any more would exhaust listeners. Nevertheless, the album captivates from beginning to end. Opener On the Death of the Waters begins with Meiburg's wistful croon set to mournful piano chords, standing as an aria in some unwritten seafaring opera, powerful and dramatic, only to explode into crashing waves of jagged guitars and thundering drums, huge and cathartic. To close, Shearwater gives us The Hunter's Star, a piano lament full of rich imagery of birds and boughs, sun and moon, and, to come full circle, "waves that close." It's epic. It's theatrical. At time's, it's almost awe-inspiring. (Conor McKay)
The recording aesthetic Bradford Cox employed in 2008 was split between his solo output with Atlas Sound, and as a unit under Deerhunter. The former became a manifestation of Cox's experimentation, his unrestrained self-expression, his synchronicity with the modern digital age, allowing room to record an entire album yet post continuous new material on his blog. The latter posed more limitations, as can be expected when other permanent musicians are involved. Micro Castle/Weird Era cont., Deerhunter's third full album, was circumscribed by subscription to the category of 'guitar music', perhaps concurrently constrained by the relative freedom of exploration within Atlas Sound. Consequently, Deerhunter successfully emerged as a unified outfit: the personalities of Joshua Fauver and Lockett Pundt are explicit throughout the passage of the record. Pundt's opening duo of Cover Me (Slowly) and Agorophobia established the melodic pop opening, only for the Cox-penned It Never Stops to follow, arguably the album's best track. Fauver's bass-driven kraut rock anthem Nothing Ever Happened reopened proceedings for the second half, succeeding the quiet introspection of Calvary Scars and Green Jacket, necessary to maintain the dynamics of Micro Castle. Deerhunter managed to be experimental and imaginative enough to reinforce the strength of their songs, making a record that matched the quality of Atlas Sound's Let the Blind..., whilst Weird Era proved that the band had enough strong material to make yet another record. Where Atlas Sound's recording freedom (Cox records on his laptop on tour) allowed creative emancipation, Deerhunter's studio limitation (recorded in one week) pressurised them into making a record that was inspired by constrictions, yet reinforced by collaborative songwriting reciprocation. (Neil Insh)
It's a rare phenomenon when a work of art manages to be accessible, significant, likeable, brilliant and extremely well-constructed at the same time. Think of many a Pixar film. This year's WALL-E was a great night out for kids and general public, but movie buffs had their minds equally blown at the plotting, cleverness and unexpected quirks. Another entry in the short list of these types of works is TV on the Radio's Dear Science, and in this respect it's radically different from their previous Return to Cookie Mountain. The latter was an acquired taste: some loved it, some just didn't know what to do with it. With Dear Science, they've created a record that anyone can enjoy. The record's as accessible as anything this year, and tracks like Crying, Golden Age and DLZ take little time to warm up to. But look deeper, even those tracks are heavily layered, expertly constructed and are just a marvel of structure and writing. They are equally substantial as the 'harder' mindblowers. Stork & Owl is built a dance like track, putting just layers and layers of choirs, strings and synths upon each other. Lover's Day is just about the best song about sex ever made, even though the carnival stomp may set you off at first. But all the brilliance in the record is really centered around a single entry of about five-and-a-half minutes. Love Dog is a song so dense, so layered, so mind-blowing and so divine that it sounds like something you'd hear in heaven. I dare you to make a list of all audio tracks crammed into the song. By the time you're done, the gents will have another record out. (Japie Stoppelenburg)
No Ripcord made M83's breakthrough Dead Cities... our album of the year what seems like an age ago now, and rightly so: it was an album that restored a sense of the human to electronic pop music while also appealing to anyone who'd grown up on the layered guitar excess and feedback pop of My Bloody Valentine. Then, for a couple of albums, like Allison in The Breakfast Club, Mr Gonzalez went all difficult and unfriendly on us. Saturdays = Youth is the album of our requited love, a modern soundtrack to the perfect 80s high-school flick, with Kate Bush, Genesis, late Bee Gees and even a bit of Depeche Mode thrown into a clunky retro blender. It still has the bird noises and multiple synths we'd expect, but the sensibility is of pure bubblegum pop, particularly in the Frenchified and charmingly naïve lyrics. It's a relentlessly summery, upbeat album that perfectly suited a year so lacking in any other reasons for cheer. I'm even willing to overlook some highly questionable Skins-meets-Barely Legal artwork and instead put Graveyard Girl, my song of the year, on repeat again and again and again. (Ben Bollig)
Bon Iver's Justin Vernon was the poster-child of Indiedom in 2008. Late last year, he emerged from a Thoreau-like immersion into nature and reflective isolation that yielded his debut, For Emma. His story was not so much novel as much as it encapsulated a zeitgeist. After all, weren't we looking for a young, talented, little-known, Midwesterner with a grass-roots following and an internet-savvy, DIY work ethic? Weren't we looking for someone to inspire us with thoughtful, intense, and at times cathartic performances? Did we not seek someone with the ability to draw in supporters of all persuasions; from the East-coast psych-folkers to the Southern alt-country rockers, the Heartland post-rockers, the West-coast noise-rockers and hell, even a few thousand soccer moms for good measure? Perhaps, for just a moment, For Emma made you remember what it was like to be vulnerable and unguarded by a shroud of cynicism. Sometimes it doesn't hurt to have perfect timing.
After Massive Attack and Tricky, Portishead have fallen in line to complete the Bristol trinity by offering a Third album which is a masterpiece shattering any comfortable expectations about what downtempo, Bristol music, or trip-hop is supposed to be. The Portishead outcasts just took an extra decade, convinced us all they were no more, and completely revised their aesthetic to really creep the fuck out of us, as if the ghosts of Mezzanine and Angels With Dirty Faces weren't scary enough. In coming back, Portishead reintroduced an emotional vitality and edginess with a purpose into buzzy indiepop circles that had gotten sick with dizziness from chasing their own tails. And Magic Doors is entry number two in the vaginal metaphor torch song hall of fame Beth Gibbons created 14 years ago with Glory Box. (George Booker)
It's a testament to the appeal of this young band from Seattle that even if you discount the vast number of votes its companion EP, Sun Giant, received, the stunning Fleet Foxes was way out in front in our poll. If you heard it, Fleet Foxes was most likely your soundtrack to the second half of 2008; even a lukewarm review on this very site couldn't hold these guys back. Seemingly disparate influences such as folk, psychedelia, Sacred Harp singing, and the Beach Boys meshed together in a startlingly effective way and vocally, well, nothing even came close. To cap it off, seeing Fleet Foxes live made for pretty much the best ninety minutes of my year. (David Coleman)
The following 25 albums were selected by our writers as our favourite records of 2008. To view the first half of our list, albums #50 to #26, please click here.
As ever, there were several notable casualties and it was particularly disappointing to see a handful of truly great releases missing out (Gang Gang Dance, Max Tundra, Ellen Allien, Parts & Labor, Santogold, The Gutter Twins, I could go on...) but, on the whole, I'm pleased with the diversity and strength of our final fifty. You'll have your own opinions, no doubt, which we fully encourage you to share using the comments facility below. One of the main reasons we do this every December is to encourage debate, so please go ahead and get stuck in; it's always great to hear your thoughts. -- David Coleman, Editor
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25. Jamie Lidell“Jim”
(Warp)
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Jim is a narrative which captures the attention from the first track to the last. Lidell maintains the 1960s and 70s R&B groove first presented on 2005's Multiply. Another Day stands out amongst a smooth selection of masterfully composed tracks. The intensity varies throughout from the slow All I Wanna Do to the energetic Figured me Out. Nostalgic and modern at the same time, the album never fails the listener. Jamie hits the sweet spot with love-stricken ballads and soulful blues melodies - the sound quality sparkles, and will keep you coming back to Jim long after the catchy tunes have been reluctantly pushed out of your mind. Definitely worthy of the 'best of 2008' hierarchy. (Miguel Morelli)
24. Thao with the Get Down Stay Down“We Brave Be Stings and All”
(Kill Rock Stars)
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So short, but so sweet, every song here is what a pop song should be. Thao's voice is uniquely dark and breathy in the context of cheerful arrangements, that feature banjo pickin', snare rustlin', and acoustic strummin'. Big Kid Table and Geography are punchy carefree lilts, while songs like Travel leave you wanting to hear that sweet melodic line one more time. Bee Stings is, in Thao Nguyen's own words from Bag of Hammers, "Like a lick of ice cream." (Brett Oronzio)
23. Neon NeonAbstract hip-hop experimentalist Boom Bip gets together with Super Furry Animal/Welsh Indie Rock Icon Gruff Rhys to do a retro concept album based around the life of John DeLorean. Certainly sounds like fun, sort of a second-string Gorillaz/Deltron deal. Who expected this to be one of the sweetest, most aggressive, saddest, and intoxicating emotional/dance concoctions of the decade? Not myself, but one of the most sublime pleasures is discovery. (George Booker)
22. The DodosThe Dodos have a sound all of their own. Lead vocalist Meric Long may at first sound like Death Cab, but it becomes clear this is a little more than radio-oriented pop music. Visiter is the work of two extremely skilled musicians. While sparse, Logan Kroeber's experimental tribal drumming showcases the duo's chops (which are astounding) and is never used in place of melodic ideas. The arresting Fools shows the widths they can reach in their highest aspirations, while Undeclared shows The Dodos can create an affecting folk ditty just as well. (Brett Oronzio)
21. Atlas Sound“Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel”
(Kranky)
Bradford Cox proved in early 2008 that it was possible to make an introverted self-produced record that was immeasurable expansive, ambitious, and rejuvenated the necessity in modern music to amalgamate all ones influences: in Cox's case from 50's ballads to ambient to 90's alt-rock. Blind... felt like an exorcism, much like all of Cox's projects, turning his inner state outwards. River Card, seems to sum up the record somewhat in one of its highlights – lulling, ambiguous, a melody line that felt like it stretched to infinity – yet always grounded in the roots of US indie rock, with a driving drum and bass track behind it. Blind... was the perfect expression of the Cox the equivocal artist – introverted, extroverted, experimental yet the product of his influences, bold yet modest. Deerhunter may have received all the attention this year, but many will agree that Atlas Sound may have produced one of the greatest debut records in recent memory. (Neil Insh)
20. Marnie Stern“This Is It And I Am It And You Are It And So Is That And He Is It And She Is It And It Is It And That Is That”
(Kill Rock Stars)
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Remarkably distinct and chaotically robust, Marnie Stern's second album is a refined variation on her finger-tapped odes to anarchic, sensory madness. Her naïve melodies still cultivate a personal touch and add an appreciated dose of honesty with observations like, "There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of." Despite drummer Zach Hill's propensity for free form hammering, he reels it in enough for Marnie to hit some strides with The Crippled Jazzer and the somewhat cherubic Ruler. Otherwise, she is her ever-unpredictable self and we are thankful. (Sean Caldwell)
19. Okkervil RiverThe companion piece to last year's great leap forward, The Stage Names, might focus on similar lyrical themes, namely those of stardom and fandom, but Will Sheff's songs sound as fresh and incisive as ever. Lost Coastlines, Pop Lie and the slow-burning Blue Tulip are more than a match for anything on The Stage Names, and the glorious finale of Bruce Wayne Campbell is another perfect showcase for Sheff's fascination with outsider figures, in this case the glam-rock nearly man Jobriath. Consistent, intelligent and increasingly prolific, Okkervil River is fast becoming one of the decade's key bands. (David Coleman)
18. No AgeFor a two-man band where the drummer trumps the standard by taking on vocal duties, these guys replace with energy what they lack in instruments. A frenzy of peppy distortion and gripping drums – the songs haemorrhage from twinkling guitar parts and ambient whirls into heavy washes of musical syrup. Exclusive of a handful of tracks that side-step the band’s punk beginnings for lo-fi ambient embarkations (including the near ballad Things I Did When I Was Dead, shaped around a bleepy loop) the majority of the songs on Nouns are vigorous runners. Compared to Weirdo Rippers, Nouns is more direct and polished, and it feels that much more like a dip in a rainbow ocean. (Tara Campbell)
17. Girl TalkIt's hard to pin down what Girl Talk's Gregg Gillis is trying to accomplish. Consider this: the massive success of Girl Talk's fourth full-length record, Feed the Animals, is a testament to today's ADD society of short attention spans. In an age when many argue the death of the album, we find in Gillis's expertly crafted DJ mashups further deconstruction, suggesting even the death of the single. With 14 party-minded, dance-ready tracks built of hundreds of samples ranging from the way-too-obscure to the all-too-obvious, the album takes the most important pieces of seemingly every piece of pop music from the last 50 years and streamlines them into 53 minutes of free (Gillis released the record on a "pay what you want" system), copyright infringing ecstasy. With Feed the Animals, Gillis simultaneously exalts and undermines the music sampled, breaking down "pop" into a wickedly ironic science – and its brilliance is undeniable. It's only fitting that Gillis's day job is as a biomedical research engineer. (Conor McKay)
16. The BugThe single word titles (Skeng, Angry, Fuckaz, Warning, Insane, Judgement) give an idea of the focused rage here. The clinical, menacing, dubstep-via-dancehall instrumentals pulverize one into feeling it. And then the the vocals sprinkle it with convincing threat. Kevin Martin only pulls this name out every four or five years, and every time it is a viscerally compelling and shocking experience. Here he has refined it to a pure angry eye. Respond to it. (George Booker)
15. Fuck ButtonsFusing some of the prettiest elements of electronic noise with those that are vibrantly abrasive and dense in comparison, Fuck Buttons leave us imbibing their atmospheric anthems as the fuse together isles of sound. The album’s glittering synths give way to visceral bass-driven reverberations; the vocals burst like a hostages from the soundscape. Mixing primitive beats that are fevered with Black Dice-style experimentation; the record at times sounds like the tribal rituals of some psychotic civilization with rhythm sticks. But it’s the cyclical pacing of the record’s interchanging elements and the precise binding of these tonalities that make it epic. Street Horrrsing sounds like the calculated call of a distressed planet seeking solace. (Tara Campbell)
14. FenneszFennesz's first album since 2004's Venice felt a more delicate, restrained affair. Given the "pop" structure and lusciousness of 2001's Endless Summer and the expansive yet spectral insularity of Venice, this year's Black Sea felt more paced, and cumulative in its build up. However, his pop sense has always been one of the largest contributing factors to his eminence, along with his deftness in creating visceral landscapes that seem to attach themselves to emotion in time and circumstance. These qualities he did not abandon, and by the fifth track Glide it felt that Fennesz was just waiting to release a carpet of melodic sound. By the time of the closer Saffron Revolution we are enveloped in white noise and pure sound, giving way to a tentative, cerebral guitar loop that fades out to black. (Neil Insh)
13. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds“Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!!”
(Mute)
Following the raw intensity and vitriol-laced experimentalism of last year's Grinderman, Nick Cave's fourteenth offering with the Bad Seeds finds the collective expanding their sound, acting as eclectic and mood-enhancing backdrop for Cave's detailed and intelligent commentary. The album's title track is a joking and tabloid-styled account of a modern-day Lazarus whose unwanted re-emergence into the physical universe leaves him a tragic (and dead, again) celebrity figure. Cave's often flamboyant and exaggerated tonality does more than enhance the isolated and eerie Night of the Lotus Eaters and the almost industrial churn of We Call Upon the Author, the latter's testimonial-based content exhibiting some of the album's most inspired moments. With Today's Lesson and Lie Down Here (& Be My Girl), Cave croons over solid, fuzz-laden rock n' roll while Hold On To Yourself and Jesus of the Moon provides the album's introspection and beauty. (Sean Caldwell)
12. ElbowThere's been such an always-the-bridesmaid air to them for years now that Elbow's richly-deserved elevation to national treasures has been one of the most genuine delights of 2008, and what an album they've achieved it with. Lyrically it's outstanding, from the loved-up, grown-up breathlessness of Bones Of You to the crafty vignettery of The Fix, and, given the affectionate reinvigoration the Bury boys perform it with, not to mention Guy's gigantic goosebump of a voice, the whole experience becomes a hug of mountainous proportions, impressive on its first whirl and still improving with every listen even now. (Iain Moffat)
11. Sigur Rós“Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust”
(EMI / XL)
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2005's Takk... was a beautiful album, subsequently plumbed for a thousand TV trailers. Put next to Sigur Rós' superlative new effort, however, it sounds nearly self-parodic. Með suð... is earthier, stripped back, more genuine somehow. It allows the personality of Sigur Rós to come through in a more organic, honest way, and is a much stronger album for it. First single and buzz-generator Gobbledigook is actually fairly unrepresentative of the record as a whole – try Sud i Eyrum, Festival, or the gorgeous closer All Alright (Jonsi's first song in English) to get a feel for this beautiful album. Sigur Rós may not be aiming quite so high here, but their aim has never been more true. (Alan Garner)
10. SpiritualizedThis year, Jason Pierce and Co. managed to peel away the layers and refocus their energies in a more direct and powerful way. So nothing lingers in the hypnotic mode of Cop Shoot Cop, but that's ok, because the tunes are tight and immediately appealing and the singing is emotionally bare. The overall impact is less of a head trip but more of a gut punch. Death Take Your Fiddle comes close to a career highlight by exemplifying the new approach; simple, stripped down, naked and honest. Even though he ends up pretty far from the gospel music that clearly influences him, Pierce captures some of that essence on songs like Sweet Talk and Don't Hold Me Close, while wisely refusing to layer the choirs on top and vamp for ten minutes. In the same spirit of economy, the pointless instrumental interludes are mercifully brief and act as a kind of dead space in the grooves between songs. Pierce even throws a perfect garage rock tune in for good measure (Yeah Yeah), so what's not to like? If it's not an oxymoron, this is by far the best non-drug album Spiritualized has ever made. (Alan Shulman)
9. Vampire Weekend“Vampire Weekend”
(XL)
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It's so easy to hate these snot-nosed Columbia preps. Good rock music isn't supposed to come from an Ivy League school, but songs like A-Punk and Oxford Comma became inescapable this year. Even carrying hype equivalent to that of The Strokes circa 2001, Vampire Weekend managed to deliver a perfect party album for their debut. Some praise their West African influences, but don't be fooled. It's pretty much just a great blend of 1980's new-wave and synth-pop. As jaded music fans we always have to be reminded by bands like Vampire Weekend that pure unabashed fun always reigns supreme. (Brett Oronzio)
8. The Hold SteadyThere are two ways to approach this record; with the head or with the heart. Either way, it's a winner. Craig Finn is one of our best lyricists; during the heartfelt and graceful Lord, I'm Discouraged, he sings "This guy from the North side, he comes down to visit / his visits they only take five or six minutes". The assonance, the rhyme, the sense of desperation and what remains unspoken are all beautifully rendered. His characters – young, lost and disaffected – manoeuvre through parties, drugs, booze, art and danger as best they can, with Finn the chronicler. The album, of course, details dealing with growing older; unsurprising given The Hold Steady's relative dotage in the world's most youth-obsessed market. This detailing is marked with energy, passion and buckets of sheer heart. And this is where you may feel free to ignore all of the above; what really matters is that Stay Positive will make you feel more alive than almost any other album you care to name. It's exuberant, bursting at the seams with fantastic guitar and piano, adrenaline-fuelled melodies as on Constructive Summer, Sequestered in Memphis, Magazines or Stay Positive. It's infectious, it's loud, it's joyful even where it's melancholy, and it is completely essential. (Alan Garner)
7. ShearwaterOnce an overlooked spin-off of the more glorified indie rock outfit Okkervil River, Shearwater steps out from its sibling's shadow with Rook, its first record on Matador and fifth overall. Rook finds frontman Jonathan Meiburg at his best; his chilling falsetto haunts over brooding lyrics wrought with intensity and emotion. The band's "calm before the storm" aesthetic lends the record an ominous feel, wringing every drop of tension out of each word and note. This may of course be why the 10-track record only clocks in at 38 minutes with one track consisting entirely of menacing feedback – in some ways the music is so dramatic, any more would exhaust listeners. Nevertheless, the album captivates from beginning to end. Opener On the Death of the Waters begins with Meiburg's wistful croon set to mournful piano chords, standing as an aria in some unwritten seafaring opera, powerful and dramatic, only to explode into crashing waves of jagged guitars and thundering drums, huge and cathartic. To close, Shearwater gives us The Hunter's Star, a piano lament full of rich imagery of birds and boughs, sun and moon, and, to come full circle, "waves that close." It's epic. It's theatrical. At time's, it's almost awe-inspiring. (Conor McKay)
6. DeerhunterThe recording aesthetic Bradford Cox employed in 2008 was split between his solo output with Atlas Sound, and as a unit under Deerhunter. The former became a manifestation of Cox's experimentation, his unrestrained self-expression, his synchronicity with the modern digital age, allowing room to record an entire album yet post continuous new material on his blog. The latter posed more limitations, as can be expected when other permanent musicians are involved. Micro Castle/Weird Era cont., Deerhunter's third full album, was circumscribed by subscription to the category of 'guitar music', perhaps concurrently constrained by the relative freedom of exploration within Atlas Sound. Consequently, Deerhunter successfully emerged as a unified outfit: the personalities of Joshua Fauver and Lockett Pundt are explicit throughout the passage of the record. Pundt's opening duo of Cover Me (Slowly) and Agorophobia established the melodic pop opening, only for the Cox-penned It Never Stops to follow, arguably the album's best track. Fauver's bass-driven kraut rock anthem Nothing Ever Happened reopened proceedings for the second half, succeeding the quiet introspection of Calvary Scars and Green Jacket, necessary to maintain the dynamics of Micro Castle. Deerhunter managed to be experimental and imaginative enough to reinforce the strength of their songs, making a record that matched the quality of Atlas Sound's Let the Blind..., whilst Weird Era proved that the band had enough strong material to make yet another record. Where Atlas Sound's recording freedom (Cox records on his laptop on tour) allowed creative emancipation, Deerhunter's studio limitation (recorded in one week) pressurised them into making a record that was inspired by constrictions, yet reinforced by collaborative songwriting reciprocation. (Neil Insh)
5. TV on the RadioIt's a rare phenomenon when a work of art manages to be accessible, significant, likeable, brilliant and extremely well-constructed at the same time. Think of many a Pixar film. This year's WALL-E was a great night out for kids and general public, but movie buffs had their minds equally blown at the plotting, cleverness and unexpected quirks. Another entry in the short list of these types of works is TV on the Radio's Dear Science, and in this respect it's radically different from their previous Return to Cookie Mountain. The latter was an acquired taste: some loved it, some just didn't know what to do with it. With Dear Science, they've created a record that anyone can enjoy. The record's as accessible as anything this year, and tracks like Crying, Golden Age and DLZ take little time to warm up to. But look deeper, even those tracks are heavily layered, expertly constructed and are just a marvel of structure and writing. They are equally substantial as the 'harder' mindblowers. Stork & Owl is built a dance like track, putting just layers and layers of choirs, strings and synths upon each other. Lover's Day is just about the best song about sex ever made, even though the carnival stomp may set you off at first. But all the brilliance in the record is really centered around a single entry of about five-and-a-half minutes. Love Dog is a song so dense, so layered, so mind-blowing and so divine that it sounds like something you'd hear in heaven. I dare you to make a list of all audio tracks crammed into the song. By the time you're done, the gents will have another record out. (Japie Stoppelenburg)
4. M83No Ripcord made M83's breakthrough Dead Cities... our album of the year what seems like an age ago now, and rightly so: it was an album that restored a sense of the human to electronic pop music while also appealing to anyone who'd grown up on the layered guitar excess and feedback pop of My Bloody Valentine. Then, for a couple of albums, like Allison in The Breakfast Club, Mr Gonzalez went all difficult and unfriendly on us. Saturdays = Youth is the album of our requited love, a modern soundtrack to the perfect 80s high-school flick, with Kate Bush, Genesis, late Bee Gees and even a bit of Depeche Mode thrown into a clunky retro blender. It still has the bird noises and multiple synths we'd expect, but the sensibility is of pure bubblegum pop, particularly in the Frenchified and charmingly naïve lyrics. It's a relentlessly summery, upbeat album that perfectly suited a year so lacking in any other reasons for cheer. I'm even willing to overlook some highly questionable Skins-meets-Barely Legal artwork and instead put Graveyard Girl, my song of the year, on repeat again and again and again. (Ben Bollig)
3. Bon IverBon Iver's Justin Vernon was the poster-child of Indiedom in 2008. Late last year, he emerged from a Thoreau-like immersion into nature and reflective isolation that yielded his debut, For Emma. His story was not so much novel as much as it encapsulated a zeitgeist. After all, weren't we looking for a young, talented, little-known, Midwesterner with a grass-roots following and an internet-savvy, DIY work ethic? Weren't we looking for someone to inspire us with thoughtful, intense, and at times cathartic performances? Did we not seek someone with the ability to draw in supporters of all persuasions; from the East-coast psych-folkers to the Southern alt-country rockers, the Heartland post-rockers, the West-coast noise-rockers and hell, even a few thousand soccer moms for good measure? Perhaps, for just a moment, For Emma made you remember what it was like to be vulnerable and unguarded by a shroud of cynicism. Sometimes it doesn't hurt to have perfect timing.
P.S.: David Plouffe, please stop emailing me. (Alejandro Martinez)
2. PortisheadAfter Massive Attack and Tricky, Portishead have fallen in line to complete the Bristol trinity by offering a Third album which is a masterpiece shattering any comfortable expectations about what downtempo, Bristol music, or trip-hop is supposed to be. The Portishead outcasts just took an extra decade, convinced us all they were no more, and completely revised their aesthetic to really creep the fuck out of us, as if the ghosts of Mezzanine and Angels With Dirty Faces weren't scary enough. In coming back, Portishead reintroduced an emotional vitality and edginess with a purpose into buzzy indiepop circles that had gotten sick with dizziness from chasing their own tails. And Magic Doors is entry number two in the vaginal metaphor torch song hall of fame Beth Gibbons created 14 years ago with Glory Box. (George Booker)
1. Fleet FoxesIt's a testament to the appeal of this young band from Seattle that even if you discount the vast number of votes its companion EP, Sun Giant, received, the stunning Fleet Foxes was way out in front in our poll. If you heard it, Fleet Foxes was most likely your soundtrack to the second half of 2008; even a lukewarm review on this very site couldn't hold these guys back. Seemingly disparate influences such as folk, psychedelia, Sacred Harp singing, and the Beach Boys meshed together in a startlingly effective way and vocally, well, nothing even came close. To cap it off, seeing Fleet Foxes live made for pretty much the best ninety minutes of my year. (David Coleman)
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So that's our Top Fifty Albums of 2008 all wrapped up. Coming up next are the individual writer lists and the results of our inaugural Readers' Poll. Until then, why don't you let us know what you think of our picks by commenting below? Feel free to be as complimentary or abusive as you like. We can take it.
16 December, 2008 - 00:00 — No Ripcord Staff
Comments for Top 50 Albums of 2008 (Part Two)
I am definitely in the
I am definitely in the minority with that Fleet Foxes record. I could not get into that band.
It was decent
but like virtually everything else this year, overrated. I can't help it, but I always try to put new music in context. It seems to me that many reviewers react wildly to anything above mediocre and new. Maybe like George Bush (jk), my pan of Dear Science will be vindicated in the distant future but maybe I'm too steeped in Mahler, Miles, Dylan and the Beatles to appreciate the genius at work here. There were some decent albums on our list, but I rarely return to any of it, whereas I'm still listening to In Rainbows from last year, so go figure.
Actually, despite the rants
Actually, despite the rants of rabid TVOTR fans and critics with a love of media darlings, I was also less than impressed with Dear Science. In fact, aside from Nick Cave's latest album, most of the top tens I read were beyond me. It was definitely a good year for music, but the popular picks eluded me appeal-wise. Maybe the bar has been set low enough that it takes very little to gain attention. It's a depressing thought, but something that will hopefully change once mediocrity leaves its over-stayed welcome in terms of leadership, art and entertainment.
yah but
yes, reviewers went a little overboard with the fleet foxes record, but that said, i gave these guys lots of bonus points for the live show i saw -- Pecknold was visibly ill at the show with something like the flu and a sore throat, and yet he still belted out every beautiful note all night long, and his voice, in spite of his obvious limitations that night, was really amazing. the songs took on new life live -- if you get a chance too see them, definitely do.
same goes for spiritualized and shearwater (yes, i was lucky enough to catch 3 of our top 10 live this year). for the longest time i couldn't get into spiritualized, for whatever reason, but seeing jay spaceman absolutely live floored me -- i finally understood the whole wall of sound thing. and jonathan meiburg of shearwater sent shivers up my spine...
technically their live performances shouldn't hold much weight when we're talking about best albums of the year, but it's just something to consider.
as for tvotr
Dear Science was good, but i think it got a lot more attention than it necessarily deserved because of how amazing Return to Cookie Mountain was. still, check out metacritic's top rated albums of the year -- Dear Science comes in at 4...
RS
I think Rolling Stone had it at number one. Believe me, I tried with TV. I loved the first one, really liked the second one (though in retrospect I think that one was hyped too much also), so I was prepared to dig this. But I listened to it again and again before I reviewed it and each time it got more nebulous and inconsequential - to me anyway. Where was the edge? I didn't hear it.
Both Fleet Foxes and Spiritualized were in my top ten. I've heard great things about the Foxes live show, so that's cool. As for me, I'm an old dude so I put Randy Newman on top. When a great artist is in top form like that, it puts journeymen musicians in perspective. I really think its instructive to look back at what we raved about 2 or 3 years ago. Are you still listening to those records? Which ones?
Huh?
I didn't have Fleet Foxes or TVOR on my Top 25 and most of you seem pretty tepid about both. Yet, the rankings reflect the opposite. I guess when David publishes our individual lists, we'll see where all we all stood. But hey, that's why lists are fun: they're completely subjective and tend to change even after a few months of retrospection.
well
i had fleet foxes at #2. don't get me wrong, i think it's a great album, but even great albums can be over-hyped. as for tvotr, i put them at 18 -- definitely one of the better albums of the year, but far from tops for me.
I agree...
I liked the Fleet Foxes album....a couple of songs are among the prettiest of the year. I think the m83 record is the most divisive one on the entire list for me. I can't even get through the whole thing. After 2 near perfect albums, I have to say this one was rubbish. I think either reviewers liked the concept of the whole thing on paper and then kind of took the whole, sugary, nauseating bait on it came out. I actually enjoy a lot of the 80' movies that have been named as reference points for this record. This plays a lot more like a Sofia Coppola movie: really over the top, really melodramatic, and at the end of the day, sadly underachieving.
Dear Hypocrites
I like how you guys gave Dear Science a mediocre review and proceeded to rank it amongst your top 5. Is there no uniformity in opinions between your writing staff??
TVOTR...
Alan was assigned the review of TVOTR and didn't enjoy the record (although, if you look at his Return To Cookie Mountain review, you'll see that he did rate that album pretty highly.) I happened to pretty much agree with review, but a good number of our writers didn't and consequently voted for it as one of their 2008 favourites, as they were entitled to do.
The No Ripcord writers are individuals with their own views and I'm not about to start censoring reviews that disagree with an apparent majority consensus. It's only a review - the opinion of one writer - after all, and I think Dear Science's #5 placing suggests the diversity of our staff, rather than the hypocrisy you suggest. If you take a look at the individual lists, you'll see that there is a healthy degree of uniformity, too, but if you're looking for a staff of cloned indie-kids who agree on everything I suggest you look elsewhere.
If you take the Fleet Foxes record, our number #1, you'll see another example; in this case, I disagree with Alex's 7/10 review. I'd have given it a strong 9, but this was Alex's opinion and I respect it. Initially, I regretted not publishing my own review championing the record, but, listening to feedback from our Top 50, I recognise that his words do chime with a certain group of listeners who were relatively unimpressed with the album. (I was still thrilled when it worked out being our #1 album of 2008, though!)
Here, Here
While it would be nice if everyone agreed with my review, I've been pleasantly surprised by the number people who also thought something was missing, despite the constant praise it still gets. I was on board with this band from the first ep and believe they are capable of great things, but I'm convinced this record, for the most part, lacked the nervous energy that makes them great. The album may be skilled in a superficial way, and perhaps I was a bit harsh, but it came from dissapointment rather than rancor.
BTW, I'd have given Fleet Foxes a strong 8, and I agreed with Alex's take that it was very good but maybe not as earth shattering as everyone else suggested.
Fleet Foxes
No need to get defensive, folks. It's not quite that deep. I just feel that the review was insubstantial and lacking insight. I noticed the Fleet Foxes fallacy as well, though it is an excellent album. But if you guys don't want to be like all the other "indie-kids who agree on everything" then why vote it as the album of the year like SO many other lesser magazines/review sites have?? That's a predictable and cliched choice, to be honest.
#1
The fact that Fleet Foxes has topped a number of major end of year lists is great news for the band. There was no agenda in making it number one - it simply notched up the highest score in our voting process. I voted for it because I loved the record; at no time did I think "oh, wait a minute, if this comes out #1 that will be way too predictable...maybe I should vote for something else" - that's not how we operate here.
Compiled lists tend to favour high profile, widely acclaimed releases, because these are things everyone listened to and most people enjoyed; it's the nature of the beast. While one of two of us loved the Women album, something like that is going to struggle to have an impact on the entire staff of a site like No Ripcord, so consequently it won't place highly. It's a shame, but as you said, it's not that deep.
AOTY
No, but it does illustrate that there are perhaps too many people riding on the Fleet Foxes bandwagon, which probably isn't going to do the band any justice when the second album comes rolling around. You know, since too many critics love to hype up bands to the stars only to pull the rug from underneath them once they gain too much mainstream attention or if they deliver a (an even slightly inferior) follow-up to a massive acclaimed album. Not to say you guys plan to do that, but it happens to so many people, and it's a shame. In fact, Alan did it to Dear Science, evidently. Return to Cookie Mountain was indisputably the most revered album of 2006 so all of the accolades and respect that album received is setting up TV on the Radio for unwarranted backlash. I suppose Alan is entitled to his perspective, even if I feel it was shortsighted and overly harsh, but I also feel since it was voted as the #5 album of the year on No Ripcord, the least you could have done as an ensemble was find someone from your writing staff to publish a counter argument in favor of the album. It demonstrates a nice balance of thought and shows a diversity of opinion. I will say that there are a lot of outstanding entries on the list and I'm impressed with the inclusion of 808s & Heartbreak despite its late release.
Hold on
Didn't Jann Wenner famously publish a counter-review to Greil Marcus' "What is this shit?" review of Dylan's "Self Portrait"? I do know that Marcus was subsequently canned as a result. It turned out Marcus was right. I respect David's approach of not writing reviews by committee, and as a result, sometimes the group disagrees with the individual. In my own defense, I wrote very favorable reviews of the number one albums from 2004-2006 and was all for last year's pick (Radiohead), so I'm not always this out of step. Maybe time will prove me wrong. I can't deny that a lot of people like the record. I find it boring and I tried to explain why. I'm not going so far as to say they pulled a Coldplay on us, but I do think they toned down their trademark edginess either to gain a larger audience or for aesthetic reasons beyond my grasp. It seems to have worked for them. If everything on the record was as strong as "Halfway Home" we wouldn't be having this discussion.
Maybe 5 Is Just Your Favorite Score to Give
"Halfway Home" is a phenomenal opener, but even that is upstaged by several bonafide classics. "Golden Age" is a contender for the year's best single. "Family Tree" is beautifully orchestrated and features superb melodicism. The vocal performance is impeccable. "Love Dog," is soft and supple with its luscious Fender rhodes and "Red Dress" features a well-produced Afrobeat backdrop. All of these seemingly disparate elements actually combine to make an eclectic masterpiece. Time will prove you wrong. I also think it's juvenile to hear Coldplay comparisons, which is another predictable thing that many critics have done. You seem like the type of reviewer that hastily makes a verdict of an album after one listen, which is unfair. Dear Science is most definitely a grower. It sounds mildly unambitious after the colossal epic that was Return to Cookie Mountain, but if anything, the album represents a more immediate, if subtle, expose of their sound. The album is more colorful and edgy. It deserves several spins before reaching a conclusion and it sounds like you didn't have the patience to get there. I can tell you did the same thing when Love Kraft was released. That album sounds uninspired and slight on its first listen because it lacks the instant pop pleasures that characterized all of Super Furry Animals' previous releases, and also due to its slow-burning nature, many dismissed it as heavy-handed and overserious when it contained some of their finest songs to date. Love Kraft is a gorgeous album, immaculately produced with beautiful harmonies--its contemplative beauty is best digested as a whole. It really needs several plays before it unravels its secrets and time will show it to be the band's finest. Yet you underrated the hell out if it, and arguably its follow-up, Hey Venus!, albeit to a lesser and more favorable extent. But really, it also boils down to what listening setup you're using. I'm also using Ultrasone Edition 9 Headphones on a Marantz SA8003 SACD player so that combination makes for a very detailed and clearly rendered listening experience. You get to immerse yourself in the music. Equipment can make a huge difference on how an album sounds. But seriously, listen to Love Kraft again in its entirety because you (and a lot of others) really did miss out on a fantastic and unjustly underappreciated album.
Self-Portrait
By the way, I'm only 22 so I have no idea what journal articles were floating around during the time of Self-Portrait's release back in 1970 haha. But from my understanding, Dylan deliberately made that an obtuse and esoteric album to distance himself from the overwhelming praise nearly all of his previous albums enjoyed. I do not own Self-Portrait, but I do find it interesting that it's still one of the most critically divisive entries in his catalog till this day. Eventually, I will check it out and come up with my own opinion. But remember, all great art takes time to reveal itself so please give albums like Dear Science and Love Kraft another chance. :)
I appreciate
the thought you put into your appreciation of the record, but I must tell you I spun this one over and over and it simply failed to register - and I think these guys are great! Maybe I'll come back in 5 years and have a different opinion, but right now I can tell you that I still don't like Love Kraft, and coincidentally it was for many of the same reasons. The fire just seemed to go out of their bellies. It's hard to always listen with open ears, but I try my best. But I've also learned to trust my instincts and while I agree that great art takes time, I also think it should make you slightly uncomfortable - sure proof that you've been jolted out of your everyday experience. The previous TVOTR albums did this to me, Dear Science did not. Neither did Love Kraft for that matter.
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I guess you're a more kinetic, high-energy listener while I've always leaned toward sentimental, meditative and emotionally resonant pieces. Ballads, in a word haha. Fair enough. But if you should change your mind, make sure you get the 5.1 mix SACD. The album truly comes alive in this form as the standard edition of Love Kraft sounds comparatively flat and compressed. By the way, I would actually be interested in writing for No Ripcord since I'm fresh out of college and looking for a way to build my writing skills. I am in LOVE with music (check out my MySpace page and you'll see haha) and it's something I've always been expressive, adamant and passionate about, regardless of any position's unpaid status. But maybe I'm too young even though I meet all of the criteria to be on staff. Should I give it a try and apply?
Me.
By the way, I'm tired of being listed as Guest when I surely have an identity of my own haha. So I decided to make an account. ;)
We'll sleep until the world of man is paralyzed
Thank you for being one of the few lists to recognize the brilliance that was Shearwater's Rook
yah
I was really happy I got to do the blurb for the Shearwater record -- it's so friggin good. Of the records on this list, I see this one as being one of the few that has a chance of still mattering 10 years from now. That's just my opinion though...
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