What is going on here? It's postmodernism's essence to plunder pre-existing styles and forms. It is drawn from a sense of being beyond the "end of history", human recorded history being large and established enough now to create a sense that all possible things have already happened, all possible genres and discourses have already established. There is nothing new or original left to say. The 12 notes in the Western musical register have already been combined in every possible way.
But this is a decade which proved all this something of a falsehood. The decade began with the planet agape in horror at the events of September 11, 2001. And if this wasn't a new form of history playing out before our box-fixed eyes, then the whole thing was just another live TV drama.
But if the event itself seemed to buck postmodernity, the manner in which it was experienced by a sizeable portion of the planet in real time video, was resolutely postmodern. And the nature of the attacks themselves again underscore this, in which the very acme of modernity's technological achievements are turned into weapons against modernity, against technological advancement, against human advancement altogether.
So, we are more integrated as a species than ever before. More so than ever we can now experience phenomena/media/disourses that take place in cultures, societies and geographies far removed from our own and create a simulacra effect of the same phenomena as though they were OUR lived experiences.
And the music market, even with the fragmentation new technology has brought, is more global than ever. It's very difficult to imagine a band like Tame Impala having the same opportunities to make it globally under the old industry distribution and marketing models.
Bands like The Birthday Party and The Go-Betweens in the 80s HAD to leave Australia to access the global music market. Today that would be a very unusual decision for a band to make.
There's a question here of what fragmentation actually means, particularly given that technology has enabled music's fragmentation in line with heightened individualisation. Social media, streaming services, torrents, YouTube, Rate Your Music, Tune-Up, Last.fm, these are all geared towards allowing people to seek out any song on demand and display their individual proclivities in public.
And consequently, we've seen this decade LESS dominated by the sorts of blockbuster acts like U2, and the acts that have emerged form a FAR less established critical hierarchy than any prior decade. Ask five people to name the top five artists of the decade and I'd wager you'd have a list of twenty five separate artists.
And every individual now has a new technology route to getting their music published and distributed wholly absent of any record company organisation, or indeed without a lot of the costs associated with older physical distribution models.
So we've seen a levelling of the playing field, a democratisation of access to the medium, at the same time as the profitability of the formal organisations like record companies has plummeted. It's difficult to be too pessimistic about this, but it does leave one wondering whether, in the absence of the historical "common spaces" where we used to experience music communally and similarly, whether music's social function is going to be impaired.
Because heirarchies provide a means for individuals to communally debate particular discourses with reference to a common starting language. So people with vastly different lived experiences of jazz can all still debate "the greatest jazz track ever".
What happens if and when we lose all sense of our common lived experiences? Can music still continue advancing as a form if every newly empowered individual is working in their own isolated universe?
Because look at what's happened to the Top Forty charts over the course of the decade. Slowly the charts have basically become a virtual proxy for the R&B/dance charts. And why? Where, in the pantheon of noughties experience, is the one place we all still go to hear music in a communal setting? It's the club.
So, club music is the only form capable of pitching to the undifferentiated entire larger music market, and becomes the universal musical language. And that's a problem. Because it's mostly awful, artless, self-aggrandising dross.
175. | Lover's Spit | Broken Social Scene | You Forgot It In People (2002) |
174. | Welcome, Ghosts | Explosions In The Sky | All Of A Sudden I Miss Everyone (2006) |
173. | Beautiful Life | Gui Boratto | Chromophobia (2007) |
172. | Welfare Bread | King Khan & The Shrines | What Is?! (2007) |
171. | Requiem for Dying Mothers, Part 2 | Stars Of The Lid | The Tired Sounds of Stars of the Lid (2004) |
170. | I'll Believe In Anything | Wolf Parade | Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005) |
169. | Paper Doll | Louis XIV | The Best Little Secrets Are Kept (2005) |
168. | All Different Things | Bark Psychosis | Independency (2007) |
167. | Fredericia | Do Make Say Think | Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn (2003) |
166. | The Man With The Red Face | Laurent Garnier | Unreasonable Behaviour (2000) |
165. | Velvet | The Big Pink | A Brief History Of Love (2009) |
164. | Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes | Sun Kil Moon | Tiny Cities (2005) |
163. | Spongebob | Coki | The Sound Of Dubstep Classics - Ministry Of Sound (2007) |
162. | Miura | Metro Area | Metro Area (2002) |
161. | Love Trinity | Life Without Buildings | Love Trinity EP (2000) |
160. | Chicago | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois (2005) |
159. | Tracking Treasure Down Featuring Molly | Gabriel and Dresden | Legends 2005 (2005) |
158. | Grounds For Divorce | Wolf Parade | Apologies To The Queen Mary (2004) |
157. | Small Town Girl | Good Shoes | Think Before You Speak [Bonus Tracks] (2007) |
156. | My Angel Rocks Back And Forth | Four Tet | Rounds (2003) |
155. | A-Punk | Vampire Weekend | EP (2007) |
154. | Irreplaceable | Beyoncé | B' Day (2006) |
153. | Neverending Math Equation | Sun Kil Moon | Tiny Cities (2005) |
152. | Your Little Hoodrat Friend | The Hold Steady | Separation Sunday (2005) |
151. | Zen | Clipse | We Got It 4 Cheap, Vol. 2 (2005) |
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