Pick the Best Music of 2007!

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Zoomerang96 said:
boxer is indeed fantastic. apartment story is perhaps my favourite song of the year. unreal.

You read my mind, brother.

"Oh we’re so disarming darling, everything we did believe
is diving diving diving diving off the balcony
Tired and wired we ruin too easy
sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave"

:drool:

Great tune.
 
yeah the lyrics are good times, but i really appreciate the way he sings the song.

it's malaise at its finest.

... i think.

there's probably a better way to describe it.
 
u2popmofo said:
Alligator is more fantastic.

would you say it's their SEMINOLE record?

cause i charlie ward disagree with you on that...

~cujo

(man i hope he doesn't read this)
 
u2popmofo said:
Alligator is more fantastic.

Nonono.

I think it's just had a longer time to win people over emotionally.

Boxer is a finer album, yes.
 
I've noticed that everyone I know who was a National fan(atic) before Boxer was somewhat disappointed with it and prefer Alligator. (JiB, 3 real life friends I have, me)

Maybe if I hadn't been a fan before hand and wasn't expecting them to progress and not step backwards into pre-Sad Songs era writing, I would have liked it more as well. I still think it's a great album and it will end up on my year end list, but Alligators eat Boxers.
 
u2popmofo said:
I've noticed that everyone I know who was a National fan(atic) before Boxer was somewhat disappointed with it and prefer Alligator. (JiB, 3 real life friends I have, me)

Maybe if I hadn't been a fan before hand and wasn't expecting them to progress and not step backwards into pre-Sad Songs era writing, I would have liked it more as well. I still think it's a great album and it will end up on my year end list, but Alligators eat Boxers.

QFT.

Alligator has much more range than Boxer.

Plus, it has fucking "All The Wine," "Abel," and "Mr. November."

That's pretty unfuckwithable, fo reelz.
 
XHendrix24 said:


QFT.


Plus, it has fucking "All The Wine," "Abel," and "Mr. November."


+ Secret Meeting, Friend of Mine, The Geese of Beverly Road, Lit Up, etc, etc, etc

Alligator 4eva
 
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u2popmofo said:
I've noticed that everyone I know who was a National fan(atic) before Boxer was somewhat disappointed with it and prefer Alligator. (JiB, 3 real life friends I have, me)

Maybe if I hadn't been a fan before hand and wasn't expecting them to progress and not step backwards into pre-Sad Songs era writing, I would have liked it more as well. I still think it's a great album and it will end up on my year end list, but Alligators eat Boxers.

I didn't like Alligator that much the first time I heard it. I actually don't think I really liked it until about the 4th listen. But then it was like discovering something really neat and going with it.

My feeling is that it's that way for a lot of people - they were surprised in the long term by how good Alligator was and expected brilliance from the new album. Maybe because I was conditioned to giving myself some time, I didn't feel any kind of disappointment from Boxer.
 
Zoomerang96 said:


would you say it's their SEMINOLE record?

cause i charlie ward disagree with you on that...

~cujo

(man i hope he doesn't read this)

Good lord.

There was a time when Ward was the best QB in NYC, despite just playing with the Knicks at the time.

And, yes, the National's singer puts a lot of.....angst?.....into his delivery.
 
Fuck. So many albums so little time....I've almost got a reasonable Top 15 that can be sent in but there's stuff like Sunset Rubdown/HEALTH that I know are contenders.....top ten is pretty set in stone at least, more just that there's about six of the 140ish (!) that I've heard this year that I've yet to add to my master list.

And to continue with The National discussion, loved me Alligator and loved their live show - one of the best I've ever been to, transcendent to the max. New album sounded like a bunch of middling lounge tunes. :yuck: Previous release had a nice range between unbridled, shameless rockers ("Mr. October") and eccentric crooning ("Secret Meeting")....
 
Hard to compare, for me, when the band is so new and I've now given each album 3 listens each.....but, I'll take The Boxer over Alligator any day. I like both, but The Boxer is better. To me.
 
a. Keep getting your submissions in to me. There have only been about six so far and we need a lot more to get good numbers. My email addy and the details is in this thread a few pages back. Remember, the deadline is the 28th.

b. Can we just have a thread for the National already?
 
No spoken words said:
Hard to compare, for me, when the band is so new and I've now given each album 3 listens each.....but, I'll take The Boxer over Alligator any day. I like both, but The Boxer is better. To me.

You realize they have 4 albums, right? Not exactly new, unless you're meaning new to you.
 
u2popmofo said:


You realize they have 4 albums, right? Not exactly new, unless you're meaning new to you.

Thought it was implied that they're new to me. Made mention of that already. Carry on.

Oh, and, Hell's coming with me.
 
Fair enough, just checkin'. :wink:

Tell all the other curs the law's comin'! You tell 'em I'M comin'!
 
u2popmofo said:
Fair enough, just checkin'. :wink:

Tell all the other curs the law's comin'! You tell 'em I'M comin'!

I'm nothing if not fair. I come in threads like this cos I needs to know what all the crazy kids are listening to these days. Then I dive in.

Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?
 
*sigh* Unfortunately, being a new teacher as well as a grad student and also working full-time has kept me from being here as much as I'd like. I just got a chance to follow along with this thread and, I must say, I am impressed by the selections. My list so far is a bit different and is still in the process of being compiled. Lots and lots of ideas and good stuff here :drool:


inmyplace13 said:
a. Keep getting your submissions in to me. There have only been about six so far and we need a lot more to get good numbers. My email addy and the details is in this thread a few pages back. Remember, the deadline is the 28th.

I will probably not be posting mine and Andy's list of favorites until the very end of the year, so please post or send me this list and we'll include in our mainpage article! My email is kim@interference.com
 
I'd love to send the results to you, but no one is taking two minutes out of their day to send in a submission. Right now the results aren't interesting at all since a mere six lists have been taken into account.
 
Thus far, just the Foo Fighters in early february. I'll be sure to grab St. Patrick's Day Dropkick Murphys tickets the second they're on sale.
 
phanan said:
1. Alcest – Souvenirs d’un autre monde

Ever wondered what would happen if you took shoegazing music and combined it with black metal? Well, it would be one of the most beautiful albums you’ve ever heard. Alcest, which consists of just French artist Neige, sounds nothing like the raw black metal from which its sole participant is known for (a genre that I don’t particularly care for), so don’t let those musical roots fool you. Hands down my favorite album of 2007.

Favorite tracks: Printemps Émeraude, Ciel Errant, Tir Nan Og

I do honestly believe this may be the album of the year. Stunning. To me, it just edges out Okkervil River and The National.
 
Here is my list, now at 51


1. Band of Horses—Cease to Begin
2. The Arcade Fire—Neon Bible
3. Kings of Leon—Because of the Times
4. Radiohead—In Rainbows
5. Yeasayer—All Hours Cymbals
6. The Cave Singers—Invitation Songs
7. Bright Eyes—Cassadega
8. The White Stripes—Ikky Thump
9. Iron and Wine—The Shepherd's Dog
10. Ryan Adams—Easy Tiger
11. The National—Boxer
12. Wilco—Sky Blue Sky
13. Robert Plant & Alison Krauss—Raising Sand
14. Editors—An End Has A Start
15. Eddie Vedder—Music for the Motion Picture Into The Wild
16. Amy Winehouse—Back to Black
17. Puscifer—V is for Vagina
18. Akron/Family—Love Is Simple
19. Kanye West—Graduation
20. Rilo Kiley—Under the Blacklight
21. Okkervil River—The Stage Names
22. Feist—The Reminder
23. Future Clouds and Radar— Future Clouds and Radar
24. Bruce Springsteen—Magic
25. Dirty Projectors—Rise Above
26. Common—Finding Forever
27. Neil Young—Chrome Dreams II
28. Elvis Perkins—Ash Wednesday
29. Celebration—The Modern Tribe
30. Ben Harper & the Innocent Criminals—Lifeline
31. Marie Siouxx—Faces in the Rocks
32. the everybodyfields—Nothing Is Okay
33. Aaron Ross—Shapeshifter
34. Sigur Ros—Hvarf Heim
35. MGMT—Oracular Spectacular
36. Annie Lennox—Songs of Mass Destruction
37. Against Me!—New Wave
38. Joni Mitchell—Shine
39. The Nightwatchman—One Man Revolution
40. Blonde Redhead—23
41. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club—Baby 81
42. Maria McKee—Late December
43. Cabin—I Was Here
44. Smashing Pumpkins—Zeitgeist
45. Dr. Dog—We All Belong
46. PJ Harvey—White Chalk
47. Interpol—Our Love to Admire
48. The Good, The Bad and The Queen—The Good, The Bad and The Queen
49. Mavis Staples—We’ll Never Turn Back
50. Michelle Shocked—ToHeavenURide
51. Menomena—Friend and Foe
 
Trying to justify my top 10:

One: Band of Horses—Cease to Begin
Frankly, I can’t turn this record off. It’s one to listen to every day and do to your soul like orange juice and yoga. Perhaps it’s the general darkness of the times that adds to the seductive denial of this disc’s sunny disposition. Born-again southerner Ben Bridwell brings the happy noise—a heart-swell of sing-a-long indy lushness, something to soothe the people pining for the next My Morning Jacket record.

Two: The Arcade Fire—Neon Bible
All the ink spilled and inspiration testified regarding this record: it’s all true and then some. When Neon Bible snuck into my ears in late winter, it wrecked me. The prophetic surge of this sonic collective caressed my brain’s brawn and belligerence. Beyond protest poems, these piercing hymns of hypnotic hopelessness are too believable and beautiful to deny. When I saw this group live in early May, it was one of those moments for permanent memory and bragging rights. Months later, the mystery and magic hold.

Three: Kings of Leon—Because of the Times
In this crunchy, country barbecue of bass lines and drum fills, we find a relentless local recipe of guitar riff and lyrical myth. Lithe and lethal, my Kings of Lebanon have littered rock’s reputation with their own reckless revision of the rags to riches myth. Basically, these are some young men with a serious yearning and willingness to bypass the brutal trenches that makes permanent bar-bands of too many of their potential peers.

Four: Radiohead—In Rainbows
Thom Yorke’s yummy yawp gives years to the moment, extending the instant of the download-heard-round-the-world into an eternity. The gritty weightless gravity of Greenwood’s guitar can crush the buzz about the band’s anti-business decision to basically give the album away. There’s too much good about this band and this gesture to package into a “best of” summary—this is the business of isness: something historical, something special, and something transcendental.

Five: Yeasayer—All Hours Cymbals
Let the choir sing! Too gospel to be either pop or punk, this band is gooey and gritty enough to be both. Yeasayer’s yumminess pushes the boundaries of indy-everything into tribal effervescence. We can hear echoes of TV on the Radio and Talking Heads and town square sing-a-longs. Tapping the spiritual advantages of a mixed-up and magical musical messiness, this Brooklyn brew begs new definitions of brilliance. A harrowing urban hoedown of hope and secular holiness. A band my spirit has been waiting for!!

Six: The Cave Singers—Invitation Songs
We all know that folk is punk in too many ways, yet here we go again: not another ensemble of ex-rockers turned motherfolkers! But the labels and litanies don’t really matter when the mojo gets you in the guts of darker regions. From the depths of your heart’s imaginings, this collection of hypnotic campfire hymns could conjure hope or hate or any other idea or emotion—bringing beautiful songs like water from the well, like heaven from hell, like honey nectar from the root of nothingness.

Seven: Bright Eyes—Cassadega
Many might learn about the backlash before they dig the devout musical and lyrical brilliance in Bright Eyes. Sure, it’s sometimes hard to stomach a prolific prodigy, but make that pretender the person of Conor Oberst, dubbed the “frog prince of emo,” recently blamed by one blogger for this year’s Omaha shootings, and we have the makings of a critical mess. Listeners would best leave behind internet inferences and fleeting reputations. Instead, just cue-up Cassadega, a convincing folk-rock epic that’s even more emotionally relevant when divorced from the “emo” tag and all its baggage. Look, let’s just check the band’s references: the likes of lush-alt-country goddess Gillian Welch is willing to open for Bright Eyes at the Ryman, and from this, we might accept that all the comparisons to the freewheeling young Dylan are more than so-much hype for a post-hippy prophet in his own right.


Eight: The White Stripes—Ikky Thump
Nothing complicated about the bullshit-skewering white-boy blues brought by Jack White as it rips back the meat to suck on the bones. Dueling doubt, this duo disses the dressed up music of every other genre, offering straight shots of Tennessee moonshine and pure injections of Motor City mojo. Friends like to tease me about how much I love this band for its red-and-black, Tennessee-to-Detroit shit-kicking axis of anti-evolution, and I don’t mind. I love to listen to the girls that love Jack and the boys that love Meg and all the old-school primary colors of genius generated by the many stripes of our fandom.

Nine: Iron and Wine—The Shepherd's Dog
Years ago, friends tried to turn my head to Iron and Wine, but my attention wavered and went elsewhere. With this new record reckoned “a significant departure,” I’m joining the club of faithful without reservation. Sweetly soothing songs from Sam Beam could carouse with the dead. Just the delivery could turn anyone on to all night séances with everything—but then there’re the lyrics. With this collection, surrealist verses stir the heart muscles of adept students listening to their lessons from a stoned William Faulkner-meets-Shel Silverstein shaman.

Ten: Ryan Adams—Easy Tiger
For the last few years, I’ve finally taken the time to gently gravitate into the albums of artists whose reputations more than preceded them. Among many other new loves, this is the year I finally embraced the indy-twang of the incomparable Ryan Adams. Since my ears for music always need to keep pace with my eyes for good music criticism, I rarely arrive at an artist without expectations. With Adams, let’s just say the road I had to walk was steeper than with others. But after seeing an unforgettable live set on a rainy October night, my appetite for the albums increased infinitely. And I’m still unschooled enough to really dig Easy Tiger without comparing it to previous works.
 
Just reflecting on the year:

When some of my friends hear me prattle on praising the best music of the year, they return kind but quizzical looks. “I couldn’t name a single record released in 2007,” one confessed.

To the person not paying attention, the music business is just another struggling, mainstream behemoth adjusting to the chaotic forces of a millennial market ecology. To me, it’s the anti-business of amazing artists arriving at the mysterious threshold to perpetually massage my ears, head, and heart.

While I cannot name the day when I went from being a serious music fan and zinester-turned-blogger to an obsessed pop music fanatic, webzine editor, festival frequenter, and weekly radio host, my appreciation for great music in 2007 can be measured in part by how much of my free time I devoted to this third career.

Of course, I remember this reckless rock and roll ache from my high school days: the unquenchable ecstasy of slipping out on weeknights to catch shows and staying up until dawn to write about them. As I read in a recent Rolling Stone news blip, many industry insiders predict that the portable, digital jukeboxes of the online subscription services will pave the future of for the serious fans. I must confess my unequivocal concurrence. While the brand-name matters little (for me it’s Napster-to-go and a compatible Creative Zen player), the construct has changed my listening habits in seismic shudders of sheer ear-bleeding bliss.

Now, I know that “instant gratification” gets a bad rap in some circles, but to me, music acquisition has never been so soothing and seductive an adventure, with me lovingly clicking away at the laptop to access the universe without ever unhooking the headphones. Radiohead’s visionary gesture to bypass it all and offer its injection of fuzzy confection directly to fans was the download heard round the world. I’m still trying to reckon with the In Rainbows hype and backbite and may be for some time to come.

Back in “oh-four,” Bush-bashing was the bait on every agit-prop artist’s hook, and while anti-war anthems continue to populate many of the year’s best records, a topical shift has us treading on waters even more choppy with the waves of fear and future-shock. Eight years since we partied like it was 1999, global dread has grown into a pop commodity of delectable desperation.

Whether it’s Yeasayer transporting us to the year “2080” or the Klaxons clamoring about the “Four Horsemen of 2012,” whether it’s the “Doomsday” clock ticking inside Billy Corgan’s head or Conor Oberst going to Cassadega to commune with the dead, whether it’s Arcade Fire’s church-choir churning out the symphonies for the next great flood or Eddie Vedder’s stripped-down soundtrack to a tree-hugger’s traumatically romantic suicide wish, the end-of-the-world never sounded so simultaneously comforting and creepy.

Wasted like Amy Winehouse, drunk on absinthe and the apocalypse, I remember the sword-swallowing performance artist who told me in 2006, “I never had a drinking problem when that Democrat was president.” As the calendar crashes toward another turn, rock’s growl and grime and synth-pop’s glam and slime are our answer to the sub-prime crisis, once again mortgaging our souls to rock and roll!

Beyond a faithful, begging obsession with songs about the end, my tastes turned south—as in down South—this year. More and more, I’ve been listening to homespun discs of Appalachia-meets-Americana roots rock.

In literature, music, and life, my interests have always drifted to the down-home and the down-there darkness of sexy spirituals—but lately, I’m rooted there more than ever before. Perhaps the Tennessee spring water or the local ‘shine has finally got to me, but from the annual Bonnaroo to frequent trips to the Ryman, I’m getting more and more comfortable with the musical mood of my chosen place of residence.
 
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