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Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Jim Connelly's
Favorite Recordings Of 2006
Monday, January 15, 2007
Jesse Steichen's Favorite Recordings Of 2006
Friday, January 12, 2007
Bill Bentley's Favorite Recordings Of 2006
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tom Ridge's Favorite Recordings Of 2006
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Lee Templeton's Favorite Recordings Of 2006
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Anthony Carew's 13 Fave Albums Of 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
SXSW 2006: Finding Some Hope In Austin
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Letter From New Orleans
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Jennifer Przybylski's Fave Albums of 2005
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Music For Dwindling Days: Max Schaefer's Fave Recordings Of 2005
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Sean Fennessey's 'Best-Of' 2005
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Lori Miller Barrett's Fave Albums Of 2005
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Lee Templeton's Favorite Recordings of 2005
Thursday, January 5, 2006
Michael Lach - Old Soul Songs For A New World Order
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
Found In Translation — Emme Stone's Year In Music 2005
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Dave Allen's 'Best-Of' 2005
Monday, January 2, 2006
Steve Gozdecki's Favorite Albums Of 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Johnny Walker Black's Top 10 Of 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Neal Block's Favorite Recordings Of 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Jenny Tatone's Year In Review
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Dave Renard's Fave Recordings Of 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Jennifer Kelly's Fave Recordings Of 2005
Thursday, December 8, 2005
Tom Ridge's Favorite Recordings Of 2005
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
Ben Gook's Beloved Albums Of 2005
Monday, December 5, 2005
Anthony Carew's Fave Albums Of 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Prince, Spoon And The Magic Of The Dead Stop
Monday, September 12, 2005
The Truth About America
Monday, September 5, 2005
Tryin' To Wash Us Away
Monday, August 1, 2005
A Psyche-Folk Heat Wave In Western Massachusetts
Monday, July 18, 2005
Soggy But Happy At Glastonbury 2005
Monday, April 4, 2005
The SXSW Experience, Part 3: All Together Now
Friday, April 1, 2005
The SXSW Experience, Part 2: Dr. Dog's Happy Chords
Thursday, March 31, 2005
The SXSW Experience, Part 1: Waiting, Waiting And More Waiting
Friday, March 25, 2005
Final Day At SXSW's Charnel House
Monday, March 21, 2005
Day Three At SXSW
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Day Two In SXSW's Hall Of Mirrors
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Report #1: SXSW 2005 And Its Hall Of Mirrors
Monday, February 14, 2005
Matt Landry's Fave Recordings Of 2004
Wednesday, February 2, 2005
David Howie's 'Moments' From The Year 2004
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Lori Miller Barrett's Fave Recordings Of 2004
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Noah Bonaparte's Fave Recordings Of 2004
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Kevin John's Fave Albums Of 2004
Friday, January 14, 2005
Music For Those Nights: Max Schaefer's Fave Recordings Of 2004
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Dave Renard's Fave Recordings Of 2004
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Neal Block's Top Ten Of 2004
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Jenny Tatone's Fave Albums Of 2004
Monday, January 10, 2005
Wayne Robins' Top Ten Of 2004
Friday, January 7, 2005
Brian Orloff's Fave Albums Of 2004
Thursday, January 6, 2005
Johnny Walker (Black)'s Top 10 Of 2004
Wednesday, January 5, 2005
Jennifer Przybylski's Fave Albums (And Book) Of 2004
Tuesday, January 4, 2005
Mark Mordue's Fave Albums Of 2004
Monday, January 3, 2005
Lee Templeton's Fave Recordings Of 2004
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Tuesday, January 4, 2005
Mark Mordue's Fave Albums Of 2004
Nick Cave, Abbatoir Blues/Lyre of Orpheus (Anti): The piano man comes out kicking arse, rockin' and rollin' again at last. In my opinion the best record of his career, after a period of gloomy struggle at the keys. This is a document of happiness at work, even if it is in the service of the devil he has always known.
Holly Throsby, On Night (Spunk): Australian songstress with literary depth of a novelist who looks into the eye of love and its social circles. Beautiful, restrained, right on target, so direct.
M Ward, Transfiguration of Vincent (Merge): I know it's been out a while, but this one lasted the whole year. Ward's records never grab me straight away — they take time, and then they GIVE time. The modern blues, on a whole other wavelength.
Black Cab, Altamont Diary (Interstate 40): Melbourne duo imagining their own trip in the dark mother of all festivals. Like taking a mind drive into history. You can practically feel the hum of the event, its cosmic wave coming through you just over the hill.
The National, Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers (Brassland): Yeah, they
sound like Smog. But in their own secret way. Someone must have fucked someone,
someone must have loved and lost. Deep adult rock 'n' roll for people who know
what loss means.
Ryan Adams, Love Is Hell Parts 1 & 2 (Lost Highway): In Sydney he gave out beers to the entire audience who stayed the distance with him just coz he felt like rockin' on long after they tried to turn the lights on and send us home. On Love Is Hell Parts 1 & 2 he lets his heart pour right out. Cruel English girls, rivers and chemicals, the private, the political: Adams seems like the most porous risk-taker on the block today. And gee he can really sing so pretty too.
Wilco, A Ghost Is Born (Nonesuch): Opening song "At Least That's What You Said" lets fly with a guitar lead that sounds like someone just threw kindling on a brewing. It just explodes. Elsewhere things get sonar. Jeff Tweedy's great rock 'n' roll dive into abstract sound paintings and poetry continues, unabated, migrainal, like a vision spinning with electrified dots of insight. Superb.
Kings of Leon, Aha Shake Heartbreak (RCA): I knew when I saw them supporting The Strokes and they played three slow, slurred, bluesy and long songs in a row they were going to make a great second record. Looks like they met Eve and the snake on their tour round the world's groovy places. So much sex, so much hollow partaking. So many great songs to try and reconcile their souls with. Southern man, better keep your head.
The Saints, All Times Through Paradise (EMI): Monumental boxed
set: three-CD recollection of Australia's premier punk band, The Saints, at their
absolutely original and best. Calling them punk, however, does not do justice
to their muscular power, from the first sarcastic moans of "I'm Stranded" to
the dense brass lines of "Know Your Product" and the jazz primitivism (that means
heavy sophistication) of the Prehistoric Sounds CD. All in two years.
These guys were blowing like a hurricane.
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