M83 – “Wait”

It’s a little bit of a relief when I know exactly what song is going to represent an artist for the decade.  Barring a last minute 2019 LP (which could happen – they teased that an album is coming ‘soon’), they’ve only released two albums in the last ten years – 2011’s mesmerizing Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming and 2016’s fun-but-cheesy Junk.  The former has more hits than the latter, but regardless of the presence of other contenders like ‘Midnight City’ or ‘Steve McQueen’, there was little question in my mind that ‘Wait’ was going to be the obvious choice all along.

And it’s for good reason.  ‘Wait’ is an absolute gut punch; an emotional wrecking ball that achieves astronomical poignancy with only skeletal lyrics.  Chants of “no time” make up the chorus, lending this dreamy, electronic atmosphere a sense of existential urgency.  With those two words, I immediately feel like my life is waning and that I need to get out of this chair and go do something meaningful and impactful.  It’s downright compelling, and the climactic shouts of “woow, woow” echo across the wide-panning reverb like desperate wails into space.  Frontman Anthony Gonzalez delivers the vocal performance of his life – he sounds sad, contemplative, visceral.  At the same time, he seems to say everything without really actually dictating much at all.  It’s a stream-of-consciousness rambling – a word here, a phrase there, but no overt narrative.  This leaves “Wait” open to emotional…

Childish Gambino – “Me and Your Mama”

I’m not a diehard Childish Gambino fan.  In fact, I’ll fess up and admit right now that I’ve never even listened to any of his hip-hop albums.  It’s a problem.  I’m working on it.  But in the meanwhile, I have heard his funk/soul album “Awaken, My Love!”, and it’s one of my favorite albums of the decade – so much so, that trying to choose between “Redbone”, “California”, “Riot”, “Stand Tall” (should I just name the entire tracklist?) was pretty problematic.  At the end of the day, we might see another track or two from this modern day classic sneak onto my decade list, but for now I have to roll with the cut that got me into Childish Gambino to begin with – the sprawling, neo-soul/funk/jazz highlight reel that is “Me and Your Mama.”

Every single time I so much as hear the chimes in the opening seconds, I have to listen to this song in its entirety.  The way those proggy riffs come in moments later reminds me of Jimi Hendrix, maybe even King Crimson.  In Donald Glover’s voice, I hear Prince with a little D’Angelo sprinkled in those falsetto cuts.  Glover wears his influences on his sleeve here, but the way he fuses everything so seamlessly and modernizes it makes it fashionably derivative if anything; and I’d like to think said influences would be proud of this particular piece.  “Me and Your Mama” is a songwriting masterclass, and an…

Manchester Orchestra – “The Silence”

Every time I think I’ve heard the best that Manchester Orchestra has to offer, they surprise me.  In 2006, I’m Like a Virgin Losing a Child floored me – the earnest vulnerability of “Colly Strings” sticking with me through many relationships.  In 2009 it was the raw simplicity of Mean Everything to Nothing, where the tragic storytelling of “I Can Feel a Hot One” practically reduced me to tears.  In 2011, it was the sweeping magnificence of Simple Math, its title track probing questions of faith and existence that I’d never pondered before.  I never thought they’d top a moment of such profundity, but lo and behold, 2017’s A Black Mile to the Surface did exactly that.  Trying to select a song by Manchester Orchestra to represent this decade was probably the toughest decision I’ve had to make yet, but when all the smoke finally settled, it was “The Silence” that was left standing.

At a towering seven minutes, “The Silence” brings closure to the emotional wreckage entailed by A Black Mile.  The album has several themes coursing through its veins – some obvious (such as Hull’s tales of abuse growing up) and some more subtle (allusions to miscarriage).  Through all of the recounted tragedy, it’s easy to lose sight of the fact that Andy wrote the song for his daughter – as both an apology and a promise.  “Little girl, you are cursed by my ancestry / There is nothing but darkness and agony”,…

Have a Nice Life – “Burial Society”

“Burial Society” teeters on the brink of life and death.  The narrator ponders both physical and metaphysical existence, graphically detailing his own suicide (“cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up”),  while also watching his death from the spiritual plane  (“project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night”).  Set to a sinister beat, the echoed verses and distant/muted shouting makes it feel like it’s being recorded in a tomb, and there’s an obvious emotional intensity that simply can’t be feigned as he screams, “and I’ll never know what you said, because I’ll be fucking dead by then.”  It’s honestly one of the most frightening and fucked up things I’ve heard.  Have a Nice Life use this song to project a relentlessly haunting aura; this dark chasm of the human mind that’s been opened.  It’s not a song I revisit often because it’s genuinely disturbing – but every time I do, there’s no denying its place as one of the best tracks of the decade.  It’s as amazingly conceived and performed as it is unnerving – a glimpse into the thoughts of a suicidal man.  It isn’t real, but it feels real…

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The Jezabels – “Stand and Deliver”

I will always remember “Stand and Deliver” as the moment The Jezabels went from being a good band to a downright phenomenal one.  I’ve always loved Hayley Mary’s booming voice, whether it came in the form of Prisoner‘s rock or The Brink‘s 80’s synth-dance vibes, but untapped potential remained…her voice has the depth and range to unleash something otherworldly – something bombastic and unexpected.  As the introduction to 2016’s Synthia, that’s precisely what “Stand and Deliver” accomplished.

At seven and a half minutes in length, the song covers a lot of ground.  Riding in on glistening electronic keystrokes, it gradually increases in tempo while building towards Hayley Mary’s gorgeous, spoken-word introduction. The more the song unravels, the more her biting sarcasm begins to reveal itself, as Hayley beckons “come and give a bitch a kiss” during a precursor to a choral, almost operatic chant.  One of my favorite moments is when all the noise cuts out, and Hayley – sounding alone on the stage – sings “what’s a girl to do, standing in the spotlight?”  The answer is clearly to make the most epic song of her career, on a lengthy album opener that reaches almost Queen-levels of ambition.  The back portion then ascends into a cloud of percussive ferocity, overshadowing the electric guitar splashes that one can lightly make out in the background.  Finally, it all comes crashing back down to earth on a pillow of softly sung verses. The range in…

Copeland – “Colorless”

Normally I’d be wary of adding a 2019 track to such prestigious and long-standing company.  However, few songs in my life have had as immediate and profound of an impact as “Colorless.”  From the moment I first laid ears upon it, I knew it would be the epicenter of Blushing – a dreamy, romantic, and existential tour de force of an album.  “Colorless” is melancholic but powerful, as it mourns lost love with the unrivaled potency of passages such as “these days I’m terrified of silence, my thoughts unbearable in the quiet”, “now I can’t see you…were we colorless anyway?”, and “I’m never falling out of love, I fear.”  Even though pretty much all of Blushing serves as Aaron Marsh’s lyrical masterpiece, the aura of this track is especially poignant – it’s capable of reducing anyone enduring a breakup, death, or other form of loss to tears.

The track slowly builds to a cathartic release of energy, this relatively brief but downright explosive guitar solo that feels like a personal breaking point.  Its impact is only magnified by Marsh’s prelude of “when a colorless world goes dark”, which in context feels like an admission of total despair – it’s basically akin to saying that without the mysterious woman around whom Blushing‘s themes revolve, that everything’s gone dark.  Finally, the mayhem sticks a soft landing on this cloud of swelling strings and brass, as Aaron laments, “Ohh-ohh, I can’t save myself.” The entire song is a marvel to behold,…

Thursday – “No Answers”

Of all the brilliant progressions that so many mid-2000s alternative rock bands seemed to enjoy, Thursday might be one of the least talked about.  No Devolucion was a vast milestone on par with Thrice’s Vheissu.  It was the culmination of gradual evolution, a display of profound maturity that left listeners wanting Thursday now more than ever.  And then, just like that, they hung up the mic…thus creating an immense swan song that accomplished something rather rare – a band fashioning its best work as its very last; going out on top.

“No Answers” feels like the heart and soul of this magnum opus.  It’s powerful and poignant; an account of total isolation and hopelessness.  You can hear the despair in every word that escapes Geoff Rickly’s lips; even when the lyrics don’t read as overtly depressing, the way everything is so forlornly wailed makes it so.  Lines like “I can hear the ocean when I say your name” and the increasingly defeated repetitions of “No answers when you’re not around” make it the ultimate expression of loss and heartbreak.  It’s the equivalent of sitting alone in a dark room, jostling with your thoughts and finally deciding to just give up.  It’s nearly impossible to listen to the song and not feel deeply saddened by its message, an emotive feat that you don’t necessarily want to relate to as a listener…but when you need to, it will never let you down.

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Thrice – “Anthology”

While I consider Thrice to be mostly a band of the 00’s (not the 10’s), they still had plenty of quality material spill over into this decade.  Prior to their hiatus, 2011’s Major/Minor saw them release one of their heaviest and most pessimistic albums.  Kensrue spews hopeless-sounding laments across the course of the experience, such as “We are cowards and thieves, will we never turn to grieve the damage done”, “Our hearts are – they’re so deceitful, sick and filled with lies that lead to death”, or “Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become.”  It was a pretty jarring disruption to the Thrice we knew – the one that always kept an eye to the sky for that silver lining.

“Anthology” is one of the few glimpses of light that manages to shine through Major/Minor‘s gray, overtly bleak depiction of humanity.  It’s actually important that the album itself is so grim, because without that “Anthology” simply wouldn’t pack the same punch.  The guitars, which elsewhere are murky and dense, shift towards towering and resplendent; each deceptively complex riff injected with melody.  Kensrue sounds enlightened and clear-minded, as if his journey through Major/Minor saw him come out the other side with – if not answers – then a resolute sense of hope, and the reassurance that everything will indeed turn out okay in the end: “If we hold to our hope, then I know we can weather the storm.”  There may not be…

O’Brother – “Complicated End Times”

When I hear this absolute scorcher from O’Brother, a lot of thoughts race through my mind.  I feel the urgency of those opening electric riffs; all gnarly, distorted, and ugly.  I bask in the shadow of mystery cast by the more gently plucked strings, and Merrit’s vocals – wispy yet somehow completely in charge.  Then, I feel the explosiveness of the chorus – acute, compelling…not explicitly angry, although that clearly boils just beneath what’s audible.  It’s restrained.  The whole song feels like a city of people trying to brace their walls before they come pummeling inward, from some unidentified but clearly menacing external force of nature.   “Complicated End Times” might just be the most ominous alt-rock track I’ve ever heard.

Lyrically, it’s vague and untelling.  Merrit sings in abstract phrases, like “But you don’t know a thing about me, you want to snuff the fire out…” and “You’ll see I’ll be the paradigm.”  It could just as easily be a cryptic breakup song as one about the end of the world as we know it; there’s such a wide spectrum of interpretations.  The imprecise nature of the words are a perfect marriage for what O’Brother has constructed – a world, either personal or literal, that is falling apart.  The way the band perfected the soft-to-loud formula recalls Fire-era Thrice, although nothing there comes even remotely close to the intensity that this whole song emits – at a fever pitch – through every crack…