Yet Another Batch of Solid Albums From Year 2013
It's been an interesting year, made all the more rewarding by the amount of music I've been able to hear on the nifty headphones rubber-cemented to my head. I didn't even know my car was ready at the mechanic's. Now that I do, blogs must be sent in on a timely basis in order to pay back the man before he takes the Classic Pinto away for the last time.
Speaking of which, the last time I did a round-up like this was June, so you can see I've had two whole months to stockpile more hot new releases. Even crazier? There are 13 albums sitting here for the next list!
Had I applied these less-rigorous standards back in college, I might've had several more children I don't know about.
I resisted but then I took the Iman Lababedi Challenge and really dug into the thing. And while I can't print much of what I learned, I did decide that 'soundwise' this thing works. Because it refuses the slickness that hip-hop insists upon. Instead, it sounds like what you imagine a perverse punk rock programmer would do to the Atari 2600 to recode it to make music. The tones are Germanic Pong from a guy delusional enough to tell everyone he's a genius. At 26, you expect it. At 36? You need to listen to your wife more often.
24) The Pastels -- Slow Summits:
It's a shame Americans are so Ameri-centric, because those tiny islands on the other side of the blue stuff on the map are jammed with people who make music and they're not all English. Many are Scots, some are Welsh and the cool ones are, of course, Irish. Ever wonder where Scots like Belle & Sebastian get their coy tendencies? Ever wonder where stands the future of Flute-Rock? Check here first.
Not sure why but lots of bands have gone the shoegazer route recently. Odd, since My Bloody Valentine aside, was this ever a lucrative form? I heard enough Atom Heart Mother here to keep me interested. Two female singers helps, too. Though why they need six people is beyond me. Unless they're giving their effect boxes human names.