46. El-P - I'll Sleep When You're Dead
Found love on a prison ship in an oppressive, dystopian future? You won't find that kind of wonderfully weird subject matter from any other rapper...hell, no other musician period. Perhaps a bit hard to digest upon first listen, but truly wonderful,
at least to me.
-Joey
45. Handsome Furs - Plague ParkAnother Wolf Parade side project you say? How many bands can that Krog guy be in? Okay, first of all, his name is Spencer Krug, and second of all, this is not his side project, surprisingly. The other lead singer is behind this one. Dan Boeckner has even described himself as "that guy from Wolf Parade that no one cares about," not really a flattering description, but it is unfortunately true. It's a shame since he actually wrote some of Wolf Parade's best songs, such as "It's A Curse" and "This Heart's On Fire." Here he is coupled with just a drum machine and his fiance, creating a very simple, bare sound, yet making the most of it, creating a work makes the wait until the next Wolf Parade album (June 2008! Mark your calendars!) a little more bearable. -Erik
44. Ghostface Killah - The Big Doe Rehab Rolling Stone raised a good point recently (rare, I know) regarding Ghostface. In their
Rehab review, the reviewer asserted that during the Wu-Tang Clan’s six year layoff, Ghost was off becoming one of the greatest rappers of all time. And yet, it’s Lil’ Wayne proclaiming to be “the best rapper alive” after Jigga’s ’03 retirement, it’s Kanye demanding the music world’s undivided attention, and it’s Lupe Fiasco discussed as the savior of hip-hop. How is it that no one mentions Ghost!?! Sure, everybody and their mother had
Fishscale on their Top Albums of 2006, but no one really ever talks about the Clan’s most resilient member. He’s got a larger catalog of superb material than any rapper alive (or possibly dead) not named Shawn Carter, and
Big Doe Rehab just acts as another testament to his inability to create bad music. Certainly, this is Ghost record solely for Ghost fans; he’s doesn’t bring anything new to the table here, and the casual fan should likely stick to the superior
Supreme Clientele or
Ironman. Of course, in a perfect world, we’re all more than “casual” Ghostface fans. - Joey
43. A Sunny Day in Glasgow - Scribble Mural Comic Journal
Love live shoegaze! A Place to Bury Strangers’ monstrous debut, Jesus and Mary Chain reunion at Coachella, and of course…MY BLOODY VALENTINE AND THE
LOVELESS FOLLOW-UP!!! Of course, quietly, A Sunny Day in Glasgow released their debut full length, developing a beautiful aesthetic that combined faint, dreamy vocals with gently buzzing electric guitars and an assertive electronic pulse. The songs run together after awhile, but the lack of variation also translates into a more cohesive record. Not to mention the fact that once you’re three or four tracks in you’re only gonna want more of the same. - Joey
A Sunny Day in Glasgow - A Mundane Phone Call to Jack Parsons42. Apparat - Walls I won’t pretend to act like an expert on electronic music, let alone Apparat. Sure, I love Kraftwerk and Boards of Canada (and as of six months ago The Field), but
Kid A fans really have to worship those albums as a requirement. That is, I don’t delve into the current or historical state of electronica, and most of what I know about Apparat (real name Sascha Ring) I know from his very brief Wikipedia entry (he’s German, who woulda thunk?). However, I picked up a copy of
Walls earlier this year and enjoyed it thoroughly. It doesn’t push the envelope, but it doesn’t have to; sharp, lively pop music is always worthwhile, regardless of cultural significance or stylistic innovation. Ring showcases low-key IDM with an undeniable melodic touch, and in doing so produces some immensely beautiful moments: the mesmerizing xylophone work of “Not A Number,” the ridiculously catchy synth-vocal interplay on the chorus of “Holdon,” the dramatic, heartbreaking sonic landscape of “Fractales I & II.” Listen while you fall asleep some time, and feel yourself float away in its serene wash of keyboards, strings, and glitches. - Joey
41. The Black Lips - Good Bad Not Evil
This album hardly attempts to change the world; hell, it doesn’t care if it will make your day. However, by perfectly following the “I’m Waiting For The Man” template of rock ‘n roll, it’s fuzzy, rough pop songs more than get the job done. The Black Lips blast out two minute jams, just long enough for you to digest how catchy they are and just short enough that you don’t get tired of listening. The country-tinged “How Do Tell A Child” sort of irritates me, but then the band fires back with the wonderful sing-a-long “Bad Kids,” which showcases an infectious chorus and the record’s most sarcastic, amusing lyrics. Odds are, either you’ll like nearly every song or you won’t like any, but I would willing to bet anyone who’s reading this blog right now will likely fall into the former category. - Joey
40. Iron and Wine - The Shepherd's DogFrom the second you hear the drums kick in on opening track "Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car," you know this isn't your typical Iron and Wine album. Sam Beam's trademark smoky vocals are still there, but he now couples this with a full band, rather than the bare acoustic guitars to which we are accustomed. It makes for quite an effect. Beam's ability to try out new sounds and succeed at them is really wonderful; this is evident on "Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog)," a full out afro-groove adventure. I must say though, Beam is at his best with the more traditional folk fare; songs like "Carousel" and "Boy With A Coin" were definitely what turned me into an Iron and Wine fan. - Erik
39. Deerhoof - Friend OpportunityPerhaps cokemachineglow described this album best: “[I]n general, it's a really good album. It just might not be a good Deerhoof album.” So true.
Friend Opportunity showcases nine indie rock gems and closes with a satisfying low-key noise epic, so taken on its own merits: whoo-hoo
Friend Opportunity! It’s, uh, just not
Apple O’ or
The Runners Four, which I, fairly or not, kinda wanted. I kept waiting for something as raucous as “Dummy Discards a Heart” or as chillingly elegant as “Running Thoughts,” and I didn’t really get it this time. “Matchbook Seeks Maniac” is truly an elite Deerhoof track, as are the opening two tracks, which are as authoritative, confident, and catchy as anything I’ve heard from them. But the weirdness, the sense of uniqueness, is watered down. Where as the other Best Indie-Prog Band on the Planet created their most pop-sensible
and best record at once, Deerhoof lost a bit (just a little) of their flavor. Still, when the three-chord attack of “Cast Off Crown” soars in…stand back folks.
Kevin Drew - Spirit If...
Essentially the follow-up to Broken Social Scene strong self-titled effort. If you like "Tbtf," then you'll like the album. And everyone likes "Tbtf."
Kevin Drew - Tbtf37. White Rabbits - Fort Nightly
The League of Extraordinary Indie Bands:
The Arcade Fire: So you think you’re cut out for the big time. Think you’re ready for six digit opening week album sales, for the blog hype, for the overflooding message boards discussing the forthcoming leak of your albums.
White Rabbits: Well, yeah I would—
The Arcade Fire: (under breath) Yeah, my ass—
Wolf Parade: That’s enough. (to White Rabbits) Sorry, he’s just…not impressed.
White Rabbits: “I’m like whoa--.”
Broken Social Scene: Yeah, yeah, of course. What we really want to know is, uh, what exactly do you do. We’ve heard all about the driving drums, you know, the dance rhythms…you described yourselves as “honky-tonk calypso” on the application. Are you sorta like, uh, that first record from LCD….
White Rabbits: OK, just because we’re from New York and like our music to have a little bit of juice (pseudo-coughs, quickly blurting “My Body is a Cage,” receives dark glare from who-know-who), we’re not dance punk. We don’t need to ride a cheap trend…we’re a rock band, slightly danceable yes, but you won’t find a synthesizer anywhere on this record. We’ve got the melodies, we’ve got the best-on-the-planet size pop songs.
The Arcade Fire: You think you could pen a “No Cars Go”?!?
White Rabbits: No…I could do one better. Check the stampeding chorus of “While We Go Dancing,” or the masterpiece-the-Arctic-Monkeys-never-wrote (or will write) “The Plot.” And you could count on one hand the indie rock bands of the last decade whose sound was as immediately flavorful and well-formed as ours right off the bat. Our malicious, seductive, omnipresent piano lines make for a richer experience than some U2 wannabe, and our clear, confident vocals lend an instantly gripping emotional quality than Krug and Ounsworth couldn’t hope to conjure up.
(universal outrage from Arcade Fire, Wolf Parade, CYHSY, Ghostface surprisingly steps in to come them down)
Ghost: Yo chill god. Just cuz them peeps ain’t from Canada….”
The Arcade Fire: OK, who let Ghostface in the meeting again!
Ghost: Yo, I might as well indie these days. By the way, don’t y’all got some encore to go do with Springsteen somewhere.
(Art Brut laughs violently at the joke, CYHSY and Wolf Parade quietly warble, and White Rabbits are, rightfully, admitted into the League)
36. Andrew Bird - Armchair Aprocrypha
Andrew Bird is a professional whistler. Come on, how cool is that? When you couple that with his strongest, most consistent album to date, I personally think you have no choice but to give the man a listen. He is also a great violinist, using his melodic tools to great effect. So get out of your "armchair" and buy it already. - Erik
35. Besnard Lakes - Besnard Lakes are the Dark Horse
Releases from some of Canada’s elite indie bands (Arcade Fire, Frog Eyes, Sunset Rubdown, New Pornographers) overshadowed the breakthrough record from The Besnard Lakes, but don’t think that makes Dark Horse any less a triumph. It’s noisy, freewheeling anthems aim to shake the very ground that we walk on, but the band is remarkably sharp in execution, always ensuring the lengthier jams head in a specific direction. The melodies (many having a sort of Person Pitch, indie-Brian Wilson thing going on) are instantly memorable, as well, so nothing comes across as anything but pop music. Simply put, Dark Horse is just an incredibly fun record to listen to, one that Krug/Mercer/Bejar/Butler fans can’t help but adore, and yet another reason to love Canada. - Joey
34. St. Vincent - Marry Me Is it blasphemy to like this record more than The Reminder? The success of “1,2,3,4” made 2007 the Year of the Feist, but personally, I enjoyed Annie Clark’s debut much more. She occasionally croons the same gentle jazz ballads as Feist (the title track is the best of them), but also throws in bright, lush pop numbers, and unpredictable ones at that. The ornate orchestral work abruptly turns to instrumental pile-ons, expressing Clark’s quirky personality as much as her soothing (“Now Now”), occasionally bitter (“Your Lips Are Red”) songs. Her style seems so well developed it’s a wonder it took her this long to step into the limelight. Above all else, Clark succeeds at sparking that warm, I-love-music feeling inside when I hear the opening “bam-bam-bam-bam”s of the Sufjan-like “Jesus Saves, I Spends,” reminding me of exact times and locations when I heard this album, how I felt then and how elated I feel now. So, Feist, I will count to four, but I simply don’t love you more. - Joey
33. The Go! Team - Proof of YouthBecause there’s a song called “Fake ID.” Proof of Youth. Get it? The Go! Team have always been about fun. But their newest album is…well, more of the same. If you like
Thunder Lightning Strike, you’ll like this too. That’s really all you need to know. Seriously. Move on. It’s not like there’s anything metaphysically life-altering going onhere. I’m not going to analyze the deep inner-meanings of “Keys to the City.” On second thought…“Keys to the City” can be seen as an anagram to life. The anagram is as follows: Keep eyeing your sister, Tommy, or the horrible elephants can instigate Tibet’s youth. Good God. “Keys to the City” just helped me solve the mystery of life. It’s also the best cut on the album, for the record. - Andrew
32. Nina Nastasia & Jim White - You Follow MeNo idea who this woman was before 2007, heard this record, now I own three Nina Nastasia albums. Have an idea of how I feel about
You Follow Me? It left me no choice but to hop on the bandwagon, which is kind of weird for me, considering I generally do not delve into singer/songwriter music, particularly artists whose arrangements are this skeletal.
You Follow Me is all acoustic guitar, drums, and Nastasia’s calm yet lively vocals, and none of the songs sound like they would even consider a piano here or a harmonica there. Of course
Follow’s irresistibly charming, elegant ballads require no bullshit; in fact, any additional instrumentation would likely undermine Nastasia’s bare passion on delicate tunes like “Odd Said the Doe,” “Our Discussion,” and “How Will You Love Me.” For a group of songs focused on restlessness, defeat, and desperation, this album is remarkably satisfied with itself: 10 songs, barely a half hour, at peace with sadness, or at least with expressing this sadness with the same stark, naked directness ten times over. - Joey
31. Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
There’s no excuses here from this bonafide Mouseketeer: Issac and company have visited the lonesome, crowded west, flown to the moon and trecked Antarctica, and now they’re on a mission to reestablish themselves with folk from less desolate areas. Part one of that mission had a song so good (“Float On”) that they must have sold out, right? Part two,
We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, debuted at number one on the Billboard charts- they must be compromising their sound, right?
This is not the same band you used to be proud that only you knew. There’s no hiding the fact that Modest Mouse has gotten earth-shakingly big, in terms of popularity, band members, and sound. But their newest offering has just enough outstanding moments to maintain their status as "your favorite band." From the rambunctious tempo-shift on the James Mercer-aided “Florida” to the equally paranoid lyrics of “Steam Engenius”(“I held my hand/ the beating heart of a robot/ He driven his car/ He’s sitting there crying/ All the way in the parking lot/ Just for you") to all of “Spitting Venom”, coupled with two of the best singles they’ve ever put out in “Dashboard” and “People as Places as People”, Modest Mouse just plain couldn’t give a fuck about your accusations about them. And I agree; there were better albums put out this year from a musical standpoint:
Strawberry Jam,
Person Pitch,
Random Spirit Lover- but all those bands are missing one key ingredient: they’re not Modest Mouse. Take this, haters. - Andrew
30. The Twilight Sad - Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters
Nine great songs+ layers of epic guitar noise+ Scottish brogue= Twilight Sad. It'll hit you in the gut every time. - Matt
29. Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over KortedelaThis record didn’t register with me the first time through. I thought it was just a bit too cheesy or what not, the orchestra always partying behind Lekman’s almost-too-precise baritone and love-sick lyrics. However, then things sort of just clicked into place, and I became addicted to
Kortedala’s shameless sentimentality and Lekmans’s easy croon. The lyrics may express his love problems, but the record is really quite bright and uplifting, playing like the equivalent of carefree, majestic around-the-world cruise. It doesn’t hurt the album’s appeal that it fits Christmas perfectly, so my mood sort of demanded it over the last month. Perhaps the aspect of the record that most grew on me was the Lekman’s sarcastic edge, best emphasized on the hilarious “Remember Every Kiss” lyric, “Things get more complicated when you're older/Before you know it you are somebody's soldier/You get a gun and you name it/After a girlfriend.” Classic. - Joey
28. Deerhunter - CryptogramsTake a wicked ambient EP, take a wicked noise rock EP, slap 'em together, you get
Cryptograms, an album that lacks a strong identity, but gives you a hell of a lot to come back and listen to. - Matt
Deerhunter - Cryptograms
27. Simian Mobile Disco Attack Decay Sustain ReleaseThere’s little more to Simian Mobile Disco’s full-length than bad-ass acid-loving house music. This is
Homework all over again (with some of
Discovery’s melodic touches), and everybody knows it. We knew this long before the album dropped, considering half of it had been previously released as singles. So what makes
Attack Decay Sustain Release more worth listening to than every other
Homework disciple? SMD simply create better music than any other dance act (and this is not LCD or The Rapture or something, but rather dance music you can actually dance to). The uncompromising acid squelches (my new favorite word) are balanced (and in fact fused) with seamless hooks (vocal and digital), and this shit has more explosive climaxes than a season of 24, the best of which occurs when “It’s The Beat” catapults itself into a towering, lavish synth wave only to plunge back down to earth with the force of A-bomb. SMD’s made a great record for both the brain and the body, so have fun. God knows they did. - Joey
26. Dinosaur Jr. - BeyondThere have been some great comebacks this year. I’m going to have to give the Philadelphia Phillies taking down the Mets as my number one, but J Mascis and company are close behind. Picking up right where they left off a couple of decades ago, it’s almost frightening how close they sound to their former selves. “Crumble” could stand beside anything on
You’re Living All Over Me, and there’s no way that the guitar solos throughout the album should be coming out of the guitars of fifty-year-old men. Surprisingly, this album hasn’t quite grown on the indie community as much as I thought it would. Perhaps these kids today just don’t understand rock and roll when they hear it (this coming from a nineteen-year-old, I know.) - Andrew
Dinosaur Jr. - Almost Ready25. Lupe Fiasco - The Cool
Lupe’s crusade against bootleggers meant that I heard this album for the first time less than a week ago. It’s all good. I mean, both my relationship with the anti-pirate Lupe and this entire album. To get right to the point, Lupe Fiasco will always live or die on his quick-tongue, and here the rapid-spitting MC delivers classic verse after classic verse. “Dumb It Down” was instantly memorable upon its release a couple months ago, and if nothing else here matches its lyrical perfection (and that really is an “if”), plenty of The Cool comes close. Soundtrakk lays out stirring, ominous, brooding piano and strings on much of the album, perfectly complementing Lupe’s tales of desperation and street danger. Yeah, so the Linkin Park-sounding “Hello/Goodbye” sucks, but most everything else begs for repeated listens. It’s sometimes intense (“Hip-Hop Saved My Life,” “The Coolest”), sometimes laid back (“Paris Tokyo,” “Fighters”), even celebratory (the triumphant “Go Baby”), but always hits the target.
Not unlike
American Gangster, clearly not everything (very little, in fact) fits into a neat narrative (by Lupe’s own admission). This record isn’t about Lupe's characters The Cool, The Streets, or The Game, or about a malicious cheeseburger. While the storylines provide an interesting launching pad for Lupe’s indictment of gangsta rap and the glorified ghetto-lifestyle,
The Cool is all about The Lupe. As he told Pitchfork, "On this album, I wanted to talk about five or six things directly. I wanted to talk about the environment-- which I didn't really get a chance to do-- immigration, rape, drug abuse, and health.” The Cool’s eventual death is, you know, fine and dandy, but Lupe’s thoughts and morals are the key here: he’s heartbroken the world’s many evils, he’s pissed off about mainstream hip-hop for glorifying many of these evils, and he’s hungry for a leak-free, big sales classic. If he comes across as self-righteous it’s only because he’s, well, right, which, quite honestly, excuses all his moral grandstanding. He’s smarter and more inspired than any other rapper on the planet, his rhyme skills are as strong as his lyrics are meaningful, and he is the “coolest nigga, what!” - Joey
The weirdest record I heard this year. Weird in a good way though. Musically, it is reminiscent of…well, by golly, I don’t know. It certainly graces the territory of experimental legends like Can and Slint, but it doesn’t really sound like the work of either one. Whether you love this record or hate it (and there are quite a few who will find it just plain annoying), no one can deny Battles’ craft their own truly distinct sonic universe on Mirrored. As All Music suggests (and any who hears this record will certainly concur), the manipulated, Chipmunk vocals sound like the Seven Dwarfs, so you could, perhaps, say this album lands somewhere between Spiderland and Disneyland. None of us have traveled to such a place, making Mirrored the year’s most eye-opening and original record, and a truly rewarding experience from start to finish. - Joey
23. The Shins - Wincing the Night AwayAh, the Shins. Where to start? The finest pop band of our time has made a very decent record here. In no way does it match up to the majesty that was
Chutes Too Narrow, but it still manages to leave its own unique mark. Right away, we hear the Shins dabble in a little bit of electronic experimentation with album opener "Sleeping Lessons," my favorite opener of the year. This sound is new for the band, but it works to create this perfect build-up, kickstarting a flawless batch of songs, right up through "Sea Legs," the fifth track. "Sea Legs" is another track that sounds like nothing the Shins have ever done, yet it is still catchy as all hell and a great song. The second half of the album is not quite as good, although it certainly has a share of high points. It is just that the Shins' adventurous impulses do not always equate to positive results, such as the annoying "dripping" sound of the somewhat flat "Red Rabbits." Regardless of its (limited) missteps,
Wincing exhibits enough Shins classics ("Australia," "Phantom Limb," "Turn On Me") to prompt repeated listens from indie listeners. - Erik
22. A Place To Bury Strangers - s/t
Dark as fuck. Gothic as fuck. Noisy as fuck. Guitars are used as instruments by which to bath the world in darkness. And it's all fantastic. - Matt
21. Kanye West - GraduationWake up, Mr. West! Some people aren’t too happy with your new album. They think you spent too much time being the biggest celebrity on the planet and not enough time on your lyrical prowess.
“This is true,” Kanye says. “But you’re still going to listen to this album non-stop and you know it.”
Yeah, but-
“Because my production is as good as it’s ever been, isn’t it?”
It is, but I just can’t-
“And don’t I still showcase my introspective side on sad-dope songs like‘Everything I Am’ and ‘I Wonder?’”
I’m still not convinced. Kanye just stares at me. I’m sort of scared,yet honored by his lateness, that he even showed up to this fake shit. Than he says, “You do realize that I managed to make another elite album despite T-Pain, Lil’ Wayne, and Chris Martin being on it?”
I’m sold.
Hard to say whether or not dance punk is a “dying genre” or not, but either way, LCD didn’t stick around to find out. Sure, “Time to Get Away” and “North American Scum” replicate the funky, cocky “Daft Punk is Playing,” but they almost seem more like mocking the self-reference of Murphy’s own LCD Soundsystem self-referential song stylings than attempts to be brash and hip. Nothing here is as simple as the smug, goofball strutting of Murphy’s first record, as he switches from one style (or rather, particular late ‘60s to early ‘80s artist) to the next, eventually navigating from the Eno-like bellowing of “Get Innocuous” to the Kraftwerk-reminiscent title track, to the piano-focused, electronics-free (!) closer “New York I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down.” Still, despite a more eclectic, expansive palette,
sounds exactly like an LCD Soundsytem record; it’s just a really, really good one.
Moments like the finale and “Scum” are vital here: Murphy hasn’t lost his sarcastic edge (sorry, had to do it). In fact, he may be rehashing it solely to set up his detractors for humiliation: just as the haters open their mouths to trash “Time” and “Scum” as “same old, same old,” Murphy fires back with “Someone Great” and “All My Friends” (two of my favorite songs this year). Stunningly passionate, remarkably poetic, and a grand “fuck you” to doubters, the mid-album back-to-back almost establishes Murphy as dance music’s Kanye West: arrogant, self-absorbed, and all-too-cool, yet a downright musical visionary, walking the walk to match the big talk. So I ask, “Can he talk his shit again?!?” - Joey