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If they have a muse, it’s the point at which disgust and pleasure meet. Those videos filled with dead meat and live flesh, unusual faces shot from jarring angles, only make visible what the records are doing: your head in. Strong melodies with jagged contours, brain-wronging phrases chanted in lieu of choruses, forgotten garage rock licks mixed with artful post-punk aesthetics. They conjure the thrill of scrambled signals when you’re off your rocker on booze and drugs, project an uncensored phantasmagoria.
“Taking a step back from the shimmering, groove-led sounds of 2012’s True EP, A Seat At The Table sees Solange produce an album that very much reflects the time in which it was made, setting its sights on the Black Lives Matter movement and analysing what it means to be a black woman in 2016. Making reference to past history and current happenings, Solange intersperses these musings with deeply personal interludes in the words of her mother and father, and above all, comes out triumphant amidst affecting, uncertain times.
Ellie Roberts is one of the best lyricists this island has coughed up in the last ten years and Good Throb are… I hesitate to say ‘important’ because assessing bands’ ‘importance’ is a mug’s game, but they mean more to me than 99% of other music from the same timeframe.
Liar’s fifth album is, in part, the band’s take on L.A. This being Liars, though, it’s a far cry from the (Faustian) allure of the Hollywood celebrity dream or the good vibrations of the city’s sun-kissed clichés. Instead, it’s a record informed by the city’s sprawling expanse. A decentralised metropolis filled with pockets of affluence, the poorer districts filling up the spaces between. Areas populated by those for whom the social promise of two cars, kids and a nice house of their own hasn’t materialised, the prema-grin optimism paraded around in the mainstream media bearing little resemblance to their day to day lives
There are more stylistic ideas here than in ten contemporary pop records put together. Think of any character archetype or scenario in America cinema, and Born To Die has it covered.
The band are both vigil keepers for the doorway of no return and custodians for the door of the cosmos – which isn’t some far flung outer space place, it’s here, now, in a continuum where the past, present and future all coexist in the same rhythmic slipstream. In the same way that revolution becomes pedestrian, afrofuturism becomes mundane on this album. The future we’re reaching for rests outside of that space, while remaining fully aware of all that has come before.
Although scaled-up by elegiac strings (a new addition to January’s Ocean-previewed version) Channel Orange‘s surprisingly low-key opener remains a gorgeously private affair. A slow-release torch song the colour of caramel and bathed in low voltage lighting, a buzzing but soothing synth cycle and muffled beats evoke touching and kissing in a velveteen womb. Poised, considered, classy and moving, this is uniquely Frank Ocean.
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Kanye WestMy Beautiful Dark Twisted FantasyRoc-A-Fella, 2010
Whether or not he’ll ever find his place, what West has achieved right here and now with Fantasy is nothing short of remarkable: it’s an album which not only firmly cements his place in the rap pantheon, but one on which he has overcome his ego, his doubts, his loves and his losses to create a work which will live long in the memory and which, crucially, once again brims with life. It’s a record simmering with musical flair, the sound of man once more embracing the spotlight with open arms.
When you actually stop and think about it, it’s a miracle that this gig was allowed – by forces outside of the group’s control – to be as good as it was, and miraculous again that we have such a perfect document of it. Put simply, this is one of the most exciting live albums to be released in many, many years.
This album calls to mind many different artists from Shack to The Dream Academy to Slowdive to Alexander Tucker. Like Tucker his songs initially appear to be gentle, rueful folk ballads on cursory listen but a decent pair of headphones reveals deep pools of shimmering reverb and a submarine world of echo. These are still audio waters containing complex depths worth diving into, revisiting, pondering over, dwelling over, dwelling in. And given repeated listens his lyrical concerns also reveal the more modern concerns of serial killing, urban architecture and isolation
Beyoncé continues to play with pop conventions as she chips away somewhat at the veneer of her carefully-controlled public image and unveils an album imbued with rage, dealing in the same collection of songs with apparent relationship complications as well as US police brutality.
A worthy follow up to its platinum-selling predecessor, To Pimp A Butterfly stands as a fearless and uncompromising manifestation of Lamar’s desire to push the culture of rap forwards – a crusade that’s as much in his blood as the city of Compton.
In this flawless peach of a record, Wild Beasts pay close attention to the fundamental rules of seduction: they offer something different and new, devilishly handsome but aware of their vulnerabilities, and possessed of an enticingly empty dancing card. Oh Wild Beasts, come clasp us close to your sturdy chests, and do your very, very worst.
The estuarine landscape of Field Of Reeds is best seen in two ways: in grand panorama from an aircraft banking over London, when sun glints off the water of the Thames widening toward the North Sea. Or, on the other hand, oozy intimacy along the rough shoreline, traditionally a site for dumping the waste of London. Here, alongside creeks where air bubbles rattle from the mud with the ebbing tide, a rutted horizon offers up gifts of ancient marmalade pots, broken clay pipes, fused and rusted metal. It’s a landscape that refuses, like memory or dreams, to be defined or contained, that forever shifts and opens itself up to new narratives and fresh explorations. These are the images foremost in my mind whenever I listen to Field Of Reeds, a rich, complex album that, similarly, rewards both the grand overview and close attention, and offers up fresh details, insights and emotions with each listen.
In 2007, Harvey lifted out of a mid-career plateau (as high as this was) with White Chalk and now with Let England Shake she has shown that not only is she is her generation’s pre-eminent songwriter but, amazingly, that she is also still in her ascendancy.
The sonics of London Zoo are surprisingly easy on the ear in fact, the bass frequencies slithering in the same foreboding depths as dubstep but with less of the over-riding emphasis on murk. Indeed where this album really wins is in how powerful the colours and textures of Martin’s sounds are. The mindflashes of clashing technicolor tones are great, because not only do they make the music hallucinatory and engaging, they make it fun. Listen to Tipper Irie on opener ‘Angry’. He uses a basic rant against US imperialism simply as fuel for a passionate flow, but with the music exploding into lurid psyche-dancehall behind him, you picture Tipper as some pipe-cleaner-limbed, pink-dreadlocked Fraggle, preaching with bulging eyes and a snarling mouth. Where cutting-edge urban music’s other favourite son, Burial, uses dread to paint a requiem for London, Martin just makes the town into a cartoon jungle.
The Next Day elicited the usual cries of best album since time immemorial on its release in 2013, but ★ reveals it to be a neoteric John the Baptist preparing the way for the all-singing, all-dancing Second Coming. Whether or not this is the best thing since Let’s Dance is too early to say, but by God is it a cohesive collection that contains the same inscrutable attention to detail that a latter Scott Walker album surely would. And rejoice, because David Bowie hasn’t sounded this relevant in an age.
Nothing Important is a remarkable record – at times deeply, painfully intimate, but also witty, bawdy, surreal, disquieting, nostalgic, brash and fearlessly individual. While Dawson draws loosely on folk traditions, be it from the North East of England, the Appalachian Mountains or the Gulf of Arabia, his sound also brings to mind more modern sources – Beefheart, Earth, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Bill Orcutt, Sun City Girls, tiny glimpses of drone, minimalism, avant-metal, math-rock, psychedelia. It’s all of these things and yet none of them. As if aware of the difficulty of summing up his aesthetic, Dawson himself offers a perfect if oblique self-portrait towards the end of ‘The Vile Stuff’. Domestic mysticism. Football. Folk horror. Childhood. Looking back to move forward. A voice like a domestic heating appliance.
Few would ever have expected Sunn O)))’s modus operandi to elevate their brand of avant-atavism to quite this lofty plateau, but credit is due to their accidental blurring of spurious notions of high and low culture in the process: Monoliths And Dimensions has all the sturm-und-drang one could wish from a metal record, yet genuinely takes the blissful noise of heavy amplification into thrilling uncharted territory. Indeed, with dark forces like this to contend with, those black clouds on the horizon suddenly seem more irrelevant than ever.
tQ Writers’ Albums Of Our Lifetime
1: Sunn O))) – Monoliths & Dimensions
2: Richard Dawson – Nothing Important
3: David Bowie – Blackstar
4: The Bug – London Zoo
5: PJ Harvey – Let England Shake
6: These New Puritans – Field Of Reeds
7: Wild Beasts – Two Dancers
8: Kendrick Lamar – To Pimp A Butterfly
9: Beyoncé – Lemonade
10: Gravenhurst – The Ghost In Daylight
11: Carter Tutti Void – Transverse
12: Kanye West – My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
13: Frank Ocean – Channel Orange
14: Sons Of Kemet – Your Queen Is A Reptile
15: Lana Del Rey – Born To Die
16: Liars – Sisterworld
17: Good Throb – Fuck Off
18: Solange – A Seat At The Table
19: Fat White Family – Songs For Our Mothers
20: Manic Street Preachers – Journal For Plague Lovers
21: Insecure Men – Insecure Men
22: Oxbow – Thin Black Duke
23: Matana Roberts – COIN COIN Chapter Three: River Run Thee
24: Grimes – Visions
25: Jam City – Classical Curves
26: Jah Wobble and Julie Campbell – Psychic Life
27: Nils Frahm – Spaces
28: Eddy Current Suppression Ring – Primary Colours
29: British Sea Power – Do You Like Rock Music?
30: Belbury Poly – From An Ancient Star
31: Travis Scott – Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight
32: John Grant – Queen Of Denmark
33: Stara Rzeka – Cień chmury nad ukrytym polem
34: Algiers – The Underside Of Power
35: The Icarus Line – Slave Vows
36: Electric Wizard – Black Masses
37: Babyfather – ”BBF” Hosted By DJ Escrow
38: L’Orange and Jeremiah Jae – The Night Took Us In Like Family
39: The Fall – Imperial Wax Solvent
40: Blues Control – Valley Tangents
41: Holly Herndon – Platform
42: Archie Bronson Outfit – Coconut
43: Thee Oh Sees – Mutilator Defeated At Last
44: Blood Orange – Freetown Sound
45: Chromatics – Kill For Love
46: Mitski – Be The Cowboy
47: Hiatus Kaiyote – Tawk Tomahawk
48: With The Dead – With The Dead
49: Death Grips – Ex-Military
50: FKA twigs – LP1
51: LCD Soundsystem – American Dream
52: Joanna Newsom – Have One On Me
53: Eugene McGuinness – An Invitation To The Voyage
54: Grumbling Fur – Glynnaestra
55: Faith No More – Sol Invictus
56: Skepta – Microphone Champion
57: Stromae – Racine Carrée
58: New Young Pony Club – The Optimist
59: Janelle Monáe – Dirty Computer
60: Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds – Skeleton Tree
61: James Holden – The Inheritors
62: St. Vincent – Strange Mercy
63: Kurt Vile – Smoke Ring For My Halo
64: Laurel Halo – Quarantine
65: Årabrot – The Gospel
66: Fuck Buttons – Tarot Sport
67: Black Bananas – Electric Brick Wall
68: Pinch & Shackleton – Pinch & Shackleton
69: Pet Shop Boys – Electric
70: Jessy Lanza – Pull My Hair Back
71: Peter Bruntnell – Ringo Woz Ere
72: The Indelicates – Songs For Swingin’ Lovers
73: Durutti Column – A Paen To Wilson
74: Amebix – Sonic Mass
75: Burial – Rival Dealer
76: East India Youth – Total Strife Forever
77: Alasdair Roberts – Alasdair Roberts
78: VNV Nation – Automatic
79: Objekt – Flatland
80: D’Angelo – Black Messiah
81: Snapped Ankles – Come Play The Trees
82: The Body – I Have Fought Against It, But I Can’t Any Longer
83: Lou Reed And Metallica – Lulu
84: Julia Holter – Have You In My Wilderness
85: Chora(s)san Time Court Mirage – Live at the Grimm Museum Volume One
86: Wolf Eyes – Undertow
87: Kiasmos – Kiasmos
88: Cate Le Bon – Mug Museum
89: American Music Club – The Golden Age
90: Dawn Of MIDI – Dysnomia
91: Ameira Kheir – Alsahraa
92: TV On The Radio – Dear Science
93: Alva Noto and Ryuichi Sakamoto – Glass
94: Oumou Sangaré – Seya
95: Björk – Vulnicura
96: Ursula K. Le Guin & Todd Barton – The Music Of The Kesh
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