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5.0 classic
A Sunny Day in Glasgow Ashes Grammar
A Sunny Day in Glasgow Sea When Absent
Unlike anything shoegaze has seen since... you know.
Air France No Way Down
Andy Stott Luxury Problems
Andy Stott We Stay Together
Animal Collective Centipede Hz
From behind clumps of trees in the distance a railway train came past, all the carriages were lit up, the windowpanes were certainly let down. One of us began to sing a popular catch, but we all felt like singing. We sang much faster than the train was going, we waved our arms because our voices were not enough, our voices rushed together in an avalanche of sound that did us good. When one joins in song with others it is like being drawn on by a fish hook.

So we sang, the forest behind us, for the ears of the distant travelers. The grownups were still awake in the village, the mothers were making down the beds for the night.

Our time was up. I kissed the one next to me, reached hands to the three nearest, and began to run home, none called me back. At the first crossroads where they could no longer see me I turned off and ran by the field paths into the forest again. I was making for that city in the south of which it was said in our village:

"There you'll find queer folk! Just think, they never sleep!"
"And why not?"
"Because they never get tired."
"And why not?"
"Because they're fools."
"Don't fools get tired?"
"How could fools get tired!"
Animal Collective Here Comes the Indian
Animal Collective Feels
Rich, complex, without genre. Compels me to camaraderie and solitude in equal measure; considers each state to be of equal importance. Truly progressive rock that spews bullshit like the human blood runs red with it. Oh, does it.
Animal Collective Merriweather Post Pavilion
Animal Collective Strawberry Jam
Animal Collective Sung Tongs
Animal Collective Spirit They're Gone...
Animal Collective Fall Be Kind
Animal Collective Water Curses
Animal Collective Prospect Hummer
Animal Collective Painting With
Obsessive perfectionists turn their lackadaisical ticks into seconds-long miniatures; propulsion as thematic link between growing up, growing outward, highway mirages. You can't win them all when bettering yourself. Let loose and try less.
Animal Collective ODDSAC
Animal Collective Campfire Songs
Animal Collective Animal Crack Box
Animal Collective Hollinndagain
An album ahead of its time by virtue of its tardiness. We are too late; nothing to do but wait for drone bombs, execution, hopelessness. Fuck to "4 Degrees," laugh at "Obama," consider yourself above it all; turn off the news. You're a piece of shit. ANOHNI is a piece of shit. Daniel Lopatin, I don't know, he probably sucks too. Hudson Mohawke can definitely get bent. A peculiar album where every song's a ballad without a single track functioning like much of anything, just all escalating synths and battering rams and pluvial music beds. Party like the doomsday clock's at 11:59.
Antony and the Johnsons I Am A Bird Now
Ariadne Tsalal
Armchairpolitician Seven Segment Decoder
Atlas Sound Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See...
Really fucking good. Years have been kind to ol' Atlas Sound. One day we'll realize what we've done to Bradford Cox, and here is a testament to the man untainted.
Atlas Sound Bedroom Databank, Vols. 1-4
Avey Tare Down There
I can see this one becoming misunderstood, and perhaps my praise too as misguided loyalty. But Avey Tare is intentionally squandering great work here, which is something we've seen him do before. I consider it murky brilliance, where Avey attempts to chronicle his inner psyche at the same time he attempts to elevate us, the audience, above it. Down There acts as a warning and an invitation: we can either watch thoughtfully, wary, from the tree limbs or delve headfirst into the roots. And let me tell you, it is a fucking party down here.
Avey Tare and Kría Brekkan Pullhair Rubeye
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks Enter the Slasher House
Battles Mirrored
Beach House Depression Cherry
Beach House Teen Dream
Beyonce Beyonce
Bjork Homogenic
Bjork Vespertine
Bjork Vulnicura
Blu York
Blue Hawaii Blooming Summer
Boards of Canada Music Has the Right to Children
Bob Dylan Blood on the Tracks
Boris Pink
Braids Native Speaker
Brian Eno Another Green World
Brian Eno Before and After Science
Brian Eno and David Byrne My Life in the Bush of Ghosts
Built to Spill Perfect from Now On
Built to Spill Keep It Like a Secret
Burial Untrue
Some classics are dependent on mood and place, sometimes even the time of the day they are played. Untrue is such an album. Burial splays his quickly written sophomore effort with the darkest shades of blues and greys, and swallows them whole in inky black. This is late-night drunk music, surely, or for taking the metro into the city, but what makes Untrue so vivid is its personality. Namely, that it has one. Even back when Burial's identity remained concealed, there came something desperate and longing from within the clatter. A human heart provided these tracks (dubstep, even, Untrue as the true gait of 2-step and UK garage music fused) and they ring as loud as its computer.
Burial Rival Dealer
Burial Kindred
Burial Truant/Rough Sleeper
Music will always/never be better than this.
Burial Street Halo
Burial Burial
Burial and Four Tet Moth/Wolf Club
Camp Lo Uptown Saturday Night
Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band Trout Mask Replica
Circle Takes the Square As the Roots Undo
Circulatory System Signal Morning
Circulatory System Circulatory System
Clipse Hell Hath No Fury
Converge Jane Doe
Converge Petitioning the Empty Sky
Cut Copy January Tape
Cut Copy spent ten days recording this in-studio offshoot while piecing together their new record, and somehow scale the heights left behind by the ambient and trance giants to pull off... everything. Purists might rightly stick up their noses at every genre label the press release invokes (ambient tho?), but the end result is peerless in its consistency from the edge of trance and back. The one mix where lying in a hammock feels like the smoothest dance move.
D'Angelo Voodoo
D'Angelo Black Messiah
Daitro Laisser Vivre Les Squelettes
Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse Dark Night of the Soul
Danny Brown XXX
Danny Brown Old
Danny Brown Atrocity Exhibition
David Bowie Low
David Bowie Blackstar
David Bowie "Heroes"
Deakin Sleep Cycle
Deerhunter Microcastle
Deerhunter Cryptograms
Deerhunter Weird Era Cont.
Deerhunter Halcyon Digest
Deerhunter Fading Frontier
Destroyer Kaputt
Destroyer Streethawk: A Seduction
Destroyer Poison Season
Dirty Projectors Swing Lo Magellan
Dirty Projectors Bitte Orca
Dizzee Rascal Boy In Da Corner
Do Make Say Think & Yet & Yet
Drake Take Care
Is this even hype anymore? I was the guy sitting on the other side of the fence with Thank Me Later, a well-produced but lame bag of tricks that told me what I needed to know about Drake, but not necessarily what I wanted (a strange position to be in for a pop album, naturally, though I respect the man for chilling the blockbuster climates; sex in layers). So, here; now later: I thank you, Drake, for doing you and doing it better. I'll argue for the fillers, and the occasional cheese that comes with the wine. This is a full course meal of sensual tension that is funny and sad and sexy and stupid and smart. Major props to bringing The Weeknd to everyone's front door.
Drake If You're Reading This It's Too Late
Dyzlectic Octo The Epee
Earl Sweatshirt Doris
Earl Sweatshirt I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside
Electric Wizard Dopethrone
Elliott Smith Elliott Smith
Erykah Badu New Amerykah Pt. 1 (4th World War)
Fennesz Endless Summer
Fiona Apple The Idler Wheel...
Fleetwood Mac Rumours
Flying Lotus Cosmogramma
Flying Lotus You're Dead!
Frank Ocean channel ORANGE
Frank Ocean Blonde
This album made me gayer and I am better for it.
Friendzone Collection 1
Friendzone DX
Fripp and Eno Evening Star
Frog Eyes Carey's Cold Spring
Frog Eyes Paul's Tomb: A Triumph
If Wolf Parade opted to tear Kings of Leon apart by the jugular, pierce their hearts in fifteen directions and prop each head upon a spear to line the walkway, you'd be led to Paul's Tomb. A triumph.
Fuck Buttons Street Horrrsing
Galaxie 500 On Fire
Gang of Four Entertainment!
Gas Pop
Gas Königsforst
Gas Zauberberg
Gellers Gellers
George Clanton 100% Electronica
Ghostface Killah Supreme Clientele
Godspeed You! Black Emperor Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven
Gonjasufi A Sufi and a Killer
Gorillaz Plastic Beach
Grimes Art Angels
Grizzly Bear Yellow House
Grouper Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill
Grouper A I A
Grouper Ruins
Guided by Voices Bee Thousand
GZA Liquid Swords
Harald Grosskopf Synthesist
Have a Nice Life Deathconsciousness
Helen The Original Faces
If you can admit to yourself that picking off scabs is half the fun of getting hurt, you might find a lot to love in the anonymous, washed out fuzz and the warm melodies it deflects. "For a certain type of person," but if that's you, hey, hello.
Holly Herndon Platform
Ian William Craig A Turn of Breath
Iron Lung Sexless // No Sex
J Dilla Donuts
Jai Paul Jai Paul
James Blake James Blake
I like this album more than I hate this site. So, quite a bit.
James Blake The Colour in Anything
Janelle Monae The ArchAndroid
Jenny Hval Viscera
Jenny Hval Innocence Is Kinky
Jenny Hval Apocalypse, girl
More specific; more abstract. Incisive, intimate, a stronghold of femininity, and yet.
Jenny Hval Blood Bitch
Jens Lekman Night Falls Over Kortedala
Joanna Newsom Ys
Joanna Newsom The Milk-Eyed Mender
Joanna Newsom Divers
John Cale Paris 1919
Joni Mitchell Blue
Julia Holter Loud City Song
Julia Holter Ekstasis
Julia Holter Have You In My Wilderness
Kamasi Washington The Epic
Kanye West Yeezus
Kate Bush The Whole Story
Kate Bush Hounds of Love
Kayo Dot Hubardo
Kayo Dot Choirs of the Eye
Kendrick Lamar good kid, m.A.A.d city
Kendrick Lamar To Pimp a Butterfly
King Crimson Red
King Crimson In the Court of the Crimson King
King Crimson Larks' Tongues in Aspic
King Crimson Islands
King Crimson Discipline
Krallice Years Past Matter
Krallice Krallice
Lauryn Hill The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
Led Zeppelin Led Zeppelin IV
Lewis L'Amour
Love Forever Changes
Main Attrakionz 808s and Dark Grapes III
Main Attrakionz 808s and Dark Grapes II
Mariah Utakata no Hibi
mewithoutYou Brother, Sister
Micachu and the Shapes Jewellery
Micachu and the Shapes Good Sad Happy Bad
Modern Life Is War Witness
Modest Mouse The Moon & Antarctica
Modest Mouse The Lonesome Crowded West
Moonsorrow V: Havitetty
My Bloody Valentine m b v
My Bloody Valentine Loveless
My Bloody Valentine Isn't Anything
My Bloody Valentine EPs 1988-1991
Nas Illmatic
Neutral Milk Hotel In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
Nicolas Jaar Sirens
Nujabes Spiritual State
Off Minor The Heat Death of the Universe
Ohana Dead Beat
Oneohtrix Point Never Replica
Oneohtrix Point Never R Plus Seven
Oneohtrix Point Never Garden of Delete
Orko the Sykotik Alien Doomsday Prophet
The original alien. Take note.
Paavoharju Laulu Laakson Kukista
Paavoharju Joko sinä tulet tänne alas tai minä nousen sinne
Paavoharju Yha Hamaraa
Panda Bear Person Pitch
Panda Bear Young Prayer
Perfume Genius Too Bright
Pg. 99 Document #8
Pink Floyd Animals
Pink Floyd Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd The Dark Side of the Moon
Pixies Doolittle
Prefab Sprout Steve McQueen
Prefab Sprout Jordan: The Comeback
Preoccupations Viet Cong
Preoccupations Preoccupations
Prince Sign o' the Times
Pyramids Pyramids
Radiohead In Rainbows
Let's just say that I seriously miscalculated this one.
Radiohead Amnesiac
Radiohead Kid A
Radiohead Hail to the Thief
Radiohead A Moon Shaped Pool
Radiohead OK Computer
Rihanna ANTI
Say Anything ...Is a Real Boy
Shabazz Palaces Black Up
Shabazz Palaces Lese Majesty
Shugo Tokumaru L.S.T.
Shugo Tokumaru Night Piece
Shugo Tokumaru Exit
Sigur Ros ( )
Sigur Ros Agætis byrjun
Sleep Dopesmoker
Slint Spiderland
Son Lux At War With Walls And Mazes
Sonic Youth Daydream Nation
Sophie Product
Spiritualized Lazer Guided Melodies
Spiritualized Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space
St. Vincent Strange Mercy
What a weird, haphazard relationship St. Vincent shares with her music. She has the impulses of lesser artists, extending song lengths past their logical stopping points (check out that title track; there's like three false endings) but with the skill of some major players, some of which wouldn't even touch half of what makes up Strange Mercy. Annie Clark has built her own ballpark in a genre that usually supports the minor leagues, and for the time being seems to be only playing against herself.
Storm and Stress Under Thunder and Fluorescent Light
Storm and Stress Storm and Stress
Subtle For Hero: For Fool
Hey friend
Is there a terrible time to your life that never seems to let up?
Is it a terrible time of the great nothing much?
Sufjan Stevens The Age of Adz
Sun Kil Moon Benji
Sun Kil Moon Ghosts of the Great Highway
Sun Kil Moon April
Swans Soundtracks for the Blind
Swans Love of Life
Swans The Seer
Talk Talk Spirit of Eden
Talk Talk Laughing Stock
Talk Talk The Colour of Spring
Talking Heads Remain in Light
Taylor Swift 1989
Teebs Collections 01
Teebs Ardour
Teebs E S T A R A
E S T A R A might be more of the same, but Teebs is not.
Television Marquee Moon
The Angelic Process Weighing Souls With Sand
The Avalanches Since I Left You
The Avalanches Wildflower
Need a companion
My head in prayer
You know you're not losing your mind
What's left, you make something of it
Sky; what's left above it?
The way you want nothing of it
Baby I'm yours
The Beatles The Beatles
The Beatles Revolver
The Blood Brothers ...Burn, Piano Island, Burn
The Dismemberment Plan Change
The Dismemberment Plan Emergency & I
The Drones Havilah
The Field From Here We Go Sublime
The Field Yesterday and Today
The Flaming Lips Embryonic
See that cover? This is the same Flaming Lips, with that same childlike wonder at the limits of rock (argument: there aren't any), but hairier. Quite unshaven. Being re-birthed out of a vagina of light, all thrilled, ravaged, insane, and deeply, affectionately human. Party like it's 2009.
The Flaming Lips The Soft Bulletin
The Incredible String Band The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter
The Knife Shaking the Habitual
The Knife Silent Shout
The Knife Tomorrow, In a Year
To create Tomorrow, in a Year, three separate artists (The Knife, Planningtorock and Mt. Sims) came together to write an opera for the stage based on Charles Darwin's Origin of Species, working separately from the choreographers and creative designers and meeting together to create the final piece. Those outside of Europe can only sneak peeks of the finished production through clips online, but the magnitude of the piece is housed in this monolithic soundtrack. For its hour-plus running length, the opera singers wade through amorphous clatter, threatened by great swells of drones and noises so warped they sound as if they were programmed by animals. It ebbs and flows, methodically building toward a second act steeped in resplendent pop panache of such skill that one is best left to earn its wonders through the album's preceding (and far more challenging) act. The Knife have made a name for themselves by providing great electro-pop tunes that adorn gloom and repressed sexuality with an intoxicating responsibility, and here they take that energy and consider the birth of man as only computers and animals could tell it.
The Knife Deep Cuts
The Knife The Knife
The Microphones The Glow Pt. 2
The Microphones It Was Hot We Stayed In The Water
The National Alligator
The Olivia Tremor Control Dusk at Cubist Castle
The Smiths The Queen Is Dead
The Velvet Underground White Light/White Heat
The Wrens The Meadowlands
Thingy To The Innocent
This Heat Deceit
Tim Hecker Ravedeath, 1972
Todd Rundgren A Wizard, A True Star
Towers Full Circle
Full Circle, in which Towers consider genre-bending metalcore as something to aspire to. Towers are not only successful, but should become the new standard. Leave any and all metalcore hang-ups at the door.
Towers Bel Air Highrise Plantation
Fuck bein' on some chill shit
We go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick
They be on that rap-to-pay-the-bill shit
And I don't feel that shit, not even a little bit
Oh Lord, know yourself, know your worth, nigga
My actions been louder than my words, nigga
How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga
If niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf, nigga
Oh Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet
Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set
Unwound Leaves Turn Inside You
Unwound Repetition
Unwound New Plastic Ideas
Unwound Fake Train
Vashti Bunyan Just Another Diamond Day
Sometimes the qualities that make an album good and pure become hard to quantify. One can only gesture to it and hope the message reads.
Warning Watching from a Distance
Why? Alopecia
William Basinski The Disintegration Loops
Wolf Parade Apologies to the Queen Mary
Wolves in the Throne Room Diadem of 12 Stars
Women Public Strain
I connect with the guitars on Public Strain more than any artist, lyric, or else.
Women Women
Wu-Tang Clan Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Yellow Swans Going Places
Yo La Tengo And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside...
Yo La Tengo I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One

4.5 superb
A Tribe Called Quest We got it from Here… Thank You 4 Your service
Animal Collective Transverse Temporal Gyrus
Nothing here you wouldn't expect, but darker, some outlier of synth-pop and freak folk culled from random and made to reason.
Beach House Thank Your Lucky Stars
Burial Young Death/Nightmarket
Carly Rae Jepsen Emotion
Grouper Paradise Valley
Krallice Prelapsarian
Mount Eerie Sauna
Mount Eerie Clear Moon
Mountains and websites indeed. An unfussy assimilation of Phil Elverum's folk and black metal roots that finally feels as heavy as Mount Eerie has ever wrought without bottoming out on forced "loud" tracks. Lyrics are still an interplay of fears in the face of digital alienation and reconciling one's self with nature, but here the intent is not obscured. Elverum once said he didn't care for fan interpretations. Someone else once noted a watchmaker revealing his gears.

Misunderstood and disillusioned
I go on describing this place
and the way it feels to live and die
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds Skeleton Tree
Sun Kil Moon Common As Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood
Mark Kozelek refuses to sing abstract truths through Americana platitudes that make self-loathing twentysomethings comfortably sad. Instead, he's accepted his roles as antihero & villain of one bleak black comedy. Epic 2xLP ramblings ensue, and the troll unrolls a constantly refracting music bed that might constitute the most artistic growth of his long career, despite what has regressed in emotional maturity. As always, haha, the problem is you.

4.0 excellent
Andy Stott Faith in Strangers
Animal Collective Danse Manatee
Animal Collective Live at 9:30
Animal Collective The Painters
Mount Eerie No Flashlight
Mount Eerie Lost Wisdom
Pyramids A Northern Meadow
Radiohead The King of Limbs
Time to chime in. Here we go: Radiohead Make Another Album. End quote. What's left to talk about? One of the most important bands working today doesn't make an Important Album, and instead retreats to the bedroom to dust and rearrange the furniture. Thom Yorke sings as if he's lounging from the couch, or making tea from the kitchen, or watching a political rally on mute and becoming slightly aroused. The King of Limbs is free of preconceived notions, namely those that we always expect of Radiohead, like re-defining themselves or defining an era. Going into 2011, the start of an anonymous decade if I've ever seen one (indefinable, maybe?), Radiohead opt to spread their style thick and amorphously on The King of Limbs as if molding used clay, lifting liberally from their past to perfect it. The album flails about and dies early; in the excess, perfunctory and compact as it is, we have a Radiohead that really sounds human, even if striking that balance between humanity and machine has been their calling for over a decade. In Rainbows came close, but The King of Limbs makes it look positively exhausting in comparison. We move in with the Head of this impossible machine, find his crumbs on the couch, see him hunched over his computer, whispering the funnier tweets he comes across with the most pathetic look in his eyes. What does it sound like? Every Radiohead album ever-- but this band is jamming from your couch. Comfy, ain't it? I dare say I enjoy this immensely more than the others. I welcome the day we celebrate "Separator" as one of Radiohead's best songs.
Shugo Tokumaru TOSS

1.0 awful
Kanye West My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

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