Here's a list of 15 albums Anthony slept on at the time of their release; it's about time he gives them the attention they deserve.
Is it year-end list time already?! Every year it seems the lists inch forward ever so slightly (because fuck December, right). But actually I'm jumping the gun just for the sake of scheduling and am gonna be quickly running through my ten favorite albums of the year now. Ten might not seem like much, but what do you expect from the cynical bastard who writes It Came from Bandcamp? At any rate, here's what I dug most this year and I hope you dig them at least a little bit too:
The Top 10
On Universal Themes, Mark Kozelek continues to seek fulfillment in the mundane details of everyday life through winding, tangential songwriting. As always, the sentimentality of the music may come off to some as corny, but after dozens of listens this remains one of the most powerful experiences I've had with a singer-songwriter album. A pity that it has been widely unsung just because Mark wouldn't let himself be bent over by the bratty press...
Even though I saw it coming from a mile away, I'm still salty about Anthony's Skid Row review that went up yesterday. Yeah, James always impresses as a conceptual artist, but you don't exactly have to be a gallery-goer to "get" what he's doing here in terms of composition. James does a masterful job of evoking the musical landscape of '80s & '90s LA, while also disrupting any nostalgia that may arise from that and conveying the smoggy, grimy, and chaotic state of modern LA via the off-kilter arrangements. The results are pretty catchy in their own right, too. I also find the deeper, more confident singing (almost spoken word) on this album to be a powerful change of pace coming off the vulnerable, pitchy crooning on NYC, Hell 3:00 AM, and the hazy production this time around is in clear juxtaposition to that album's icy instrumentals and soundscapes as well. So, James has once again produced an incredible album that evokes a strong sense of place and finds the beauty in our often times ugly reality.
Frozen Niagara Falls is the sound of Dominick Fernow grappling with romance and religion against the backdrop of a frostbitten urban hellscape. Spanning the extreme music spectrum from death industrial to harsh noise, this double-album can be described as easy listening only when compared to the sadomasochistic standard set by past works in Fernow and his power noise affiliates' discographies. I think it can also be described as a masterpiece.
If you make it through the subdued intro of Amorphous Spores, you will be rewarded with some of the most mind-bending EAI to be crafted in years. The marriage of Kawaguchi's homemade instruments and Kawasaki's electronics has resulted in something playful and seriously far out, at least to my ears.
In Light of Shadows is a beautiful and meditative work of laptop electronics from distinguished free improviser Ikue Mori. A great chill-out album, it is without a doubt my most enjoyed Tzadik release of the year and is gradually becoming my favorite in Ikue's discography.
Making the Björk birthday playlist a week ago sort of got me back in the mood for this album. Vulnicura is certainly her most harrowing and heartbreaking project to date and under the right conditions it actually does strike me as her most potent work. I don't picture myself listening to it as frequently as the rest of her catalog, but my heart will probably skip a beat here and there whenever I do.
I found Replica and R Plus Seven to be moving albums in their own right, but never did I expect to call the abstract electronic stylings of Oneohtrix Point Never "visceral," let alone "angsty." Garden of Delete really has teeth, though! Much respect to Daniel for making such a forceful statement this time around.
American Drift’s progressive crunk and digital cumbia soundscapes drew me in immediately, as did its admirable transevangelical concept.
Zamknęły się oczy ziemi is the second and last album by genre-defying singer-songwriter Kuba Ziołek under the name Stara Rzeka. An 80-minute concoction of avant-folk, krautrock, drone, and just a pinch of black metal, it's one hell of a closing chapter. This truly is the year of the double and triple album.
This glitch-metal opus from Hunter Hunt-Hendrix and co. seared itself into my brain in the first leg of the year. The non-stop transcendence burnt me out a bit, but still, The Ark Work is a stellar and wholly unique dose of maximalism.
And there you have it: 2015 in a nutshell, as far as I care. Thanks for reading! <3