100. | Mistaken For Strangers - The National | ||
Boxer (2007) | |||
You could accuse them of being the poor folk's Interpol. But The National have pieced together an impressive body of work over the past decade or so, and this was the standout track from their breakthrough album. It broods like Interpol, and is as lyrically obtuse. The relentless snapping drums set the mood without any real letup as we transition seamlessly into a very nice, understated chorus that somehow manages to be catchy at the same time. | |||
99. | The Miller's Daughter - The Drones | ||
The Miller's Daughter (2005) | |||
This was a tricky inclusion. There are a number of artists represented here whose body of work has rightly earned them a place in this list, even if they never released a killer hit single during that time, and The Drones presented just such a problem. Lifted from the eponymous EP, this is as snarlingly good as anything the band has ever released, and it captures all their raucus talents - both lyrically and musically. | |||
98. | Cattle & The Creeping Things - The Hold Steady | ||
Separation Sunday (2005) | |||
Separation Sunday was by this reviewer's reckoning one of the freshest releases of the mid-noughties. It presented a vision of adolescent urban alienation delivered in a vital, engaging, and at times even poetic stream of consciousness monologue. What made the album REALLY interesting was its interplay between urban alienation tales and religious - particularly high Catholic themes. That this is the moral background against which American youth in particular play out their adolescence made Separation Sunday a vital and unique cultural survey which had a lot new to say and said it exceptionally well. And while rock/pop's propensity to steal or to drape itself in religious iconography and mores is indisputable, rarely is this managed with anywhere near the empathy for its content. Separation Sunday instead is a proper exploration of the interplay between identity and religon, particularly during modern adolescence when identity is so much in crisis anyway. Hence the iconography of graffiti and recreational drug use sits everywhere in the album uneasily beside Christian iconography. This interplay is nowhere more redolent than in this track, and it's what really gives this one a dimension of greatness. | |||
97. | The Leavers Dance - The Veils | ||
The Runaway Found (2003) | |||
It does the soaring tuneful indie sound archetypal of its time as well as any. | |||
96. | Atlas - Battles | ||
Mirrored (2007) | |||
Certainly one of the more unique of the decade's offerings, and utterly insidious in spite of itself. A real garage jam aesthetic prevails here, the vocals are minimal, as is the content, and that's kind of the point here. It's an exercise in form. And one of the great ones. | |||
95. | C'mon C'mon - The Von Bondies | ||
Pawn Shoppe Heart (2004) | |||
This was one of the most barnstorming releases of 2004. It grabs you by the scruff of your aural neck within the first thirteen seconds and never lets go. And you're almost dared not to sing along. | |||
94. | Gold Digger - Kanye West | ||
Late Registration (2005) | |||
This insidious dancefloor mega-hit was played at every party on every scene in 2005, and probably represents the moment we realised Kanye wasn't going away anytime soon. | |||
93. | For Reverend Green - Animal Collective | ||
Strawberry Jam (2007) | |||
The arch experimenters came into their own in the noughties. Arguably nobody pushed the form of popular song more consistently and artfully across the decade than the Baltimore four-piece. And this swoony, multi-layered cacophany is entirely representative. | |||
92. | Fuck Forever - Babyshambles | ||
Down In Albion (2005) | |||
At first I wondered "what's the point in having a side project to the Libertines which sounds exactly like them?" But apparently Mr Pete Doherty was actually tossed out of the Libertines for some alleged and no doubt spurious substance abuse issues. And this bare bones, cocaine-addled ode to decadence was a pretty memorable response. | |||
91. | Heart Failed (In The Back Of A Taxi) - Saint Etienne | ||
London Conversations (2000) | |||
Saint Etienne were truly a nineties act, but they had this one hit in the mature years of their reign that is the equal of anything they ever produced. Easy to put in a genre with Massive Attack, EBTG, Portishead, they never quite achieved the fame or status of those others, but their body of work does stand out well against theirs, and this track shows why. | |||
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Thursday, January 28, 2016
Numbers 100 - 91, "for Reverend Green"
Friday, January 15, 2016
Numbers 150 - 126, "Kill All Hippies"
The plural of medium is media.
And the noughties have offered a proliferation of previously unimaginable channels for the production and distribution of music that have been tantamount to a revolution in the entire way music is communicated. And if music is little else than a vehicle for communication, then this is a revolution in the very essence of the medium.
What does it mean that anyone with an internet connection can stream almost at will practically ANY song from the ENTIRE body of human recorded history? And this is neither much of an exaggeration nor any real extrapolation. The Alan Lomax recordings are all on Spotify now.
Does this mean that we are set to witness the death of recorded music as a physical object? A casual look at the sorts of prices collectible vinyl still goes for would suggest no. In fact the other real trend we saw in the noughties was the resurgence of vinyl as a fetishised object, wherein it has connotations of authenticity and of connoisseurship. Values that rock/pop ideology has always valorised in its heirarchies in contrasting the 'commercial' with the 'authentic'.
But as we'll see in the next installment, what the noughties have done is blur that boundary between commercial and authentic. Since the days when Biz Markie first 'yes y'all'-ed forth, hip hop music has had its aim squarely on destroying this dialectic. The accumulation of bling actually became your route to authenticity, not its opposite. And any casual look particularly at contemporary music video culture shows how quickly discourses from this arena have become pop culture stereotypes.
Five minutes on any given Video Hits channel trammels up a bewildering array of variously rehashed stereotypes that owe considerably more to cheerleading and other communal dance activities than they do to a popular music heritage that runs all the way back to the 1950s.
So here we are in the perpetual now, shorn of our history and all its context. Naked and unformed whiteboards waiting to be scribbled on and erased, where we have NO BASIS for attaching quaint, unitary, historicity to anything, where any value judgement is subjective - can never be definitive. By definition that can never be defined either.
It should really be no wonder that in this environment political music died a sorry death. And Neil Young, the already dead, is the only fellow in today's list who could conjure its true spirit. #146, below. Enjoy.
And the noughties have offered a proliferation of previously unimaginable channels for the production and distribution of music that have been tantamount to a revolution in the entire way music is communicated. And if music is little else than a vehicle for communication, then this is a revolution in the very essence of the medium.
What does it mean that anyone with an internet connection can stream almost at will practically ANY song from the ENTIRE body of human recorded history? And this is neither much of an exaggeration nor any real extrapolation. The Alan Lomax recordings are all on Spotify now.
Alan Lomax (r) with Wade Ward, 1959-60 |
But as we'll see in the next installment, what the noughties have done is blur that boundary between commercial and authentic. Since the days when Biz Markie first 'yes y'all'-ed forth, hip hop music has had its aim squarely on destroying this dialectic. The accumulation of bling actually became your route to authenticity, not its opposite. And any casual look particularly at contemporary music video culture shows how quickly discourses from this arena have become pop culture stereotypes.
Five minutes on any given Video Hits channel trammels up a bewildering array of variously rehashed stereotypes that owe considerably more to cheerleading and other communal dance activities than they do to a popular music heritage that runs all the way back to the 1950s.
So here we are in the perpetual now, shorn of our history and all its context. Naked and unformed whiteboards waiting to be scribbled on and erased, where we have NO BASIS for attaching quaint, unitary, historicity to anything, where any value judgement is subjective - can never be definitive. By definition that can never be defined either.
It should really be no wonder that in this environment political music died a sorry death. And Neil Young, the already dead, is the only fellow in today's list who could conjure its true spirit. #146, below. Enjoy.
150. | Motorbike | Wooden Shjips | Dos (2009) |
149. | Track Of The Cat | Pram | Dark Island (2003) |
148. | This Is Hardcore | Pulp | Hits (2006) |
147. | Monster | You Say Party! We Say Die! | Lose All Time (2007) |
146. | Flags Of Freedom | Neil Young | Living With War (2006) |
145. | Welcome to Jamrock | Damian Marley | Reggae Mix (2004) |
144. | Dream On | Christian Falk Ft. Robyn | Dream On (2008) |
143. | Playground Love | Air | Talkie Walkie (Russian Edition W/Bonus) (2003) |
142. | Do You Want To- | Franz Ferdinand | (2005) |
141. | Ha | HTRK | Marry Me Tonight (2009) |
140. | Bonkers | Dizzee Rascal | Tongue N' Cheek (2009) |
139. | Sing It Back | Moloko | Things To Make And Do (2000) |
138. | Smile Like You Mean It | The Killers | Hot Fuss (2004) |
137. | Bottle Baby | Augie March | Moo, You Bloody Choir (2006) |
136. | Dare | Gorillaz | Dare (2005) |
135. | 1 Thing | Amerie | P (2008) |
134. | Tear You Apart | She Wants Revenge | She Wants Revenge (2006) |
133. | Hard To Explain | The Strokes | Is This It? (2000) |
132. | Kill All Hippies | Primal Scream | Xtrmntr (2000) |
131. | No One Does It Like You | Department Of Eagles | In Ear Park (2008) |
130. | Take Me Out | Franz Ferdinand | Franz Ferdinand (2004) |
129. | Come Pick Me Up | Ryan Adams | Heartbreaker (2000) |
128. | Island In The Sun | Weezer | The Green Album (2001) |
127. | Dominos | The Big Pink | A Brief History Of Love (2009) |
126. | Spaceape | Burial Feat. The Space Ape | Burial (2006) |
Labels:
Air,
Amerie,
Augie March,
Burial,
Christian Falk,
Dizzee Rascal,
Franz Ferdinand,
Gorillaz,
HTRK,
Killers,
Moloko,
Neil Young,
Pram,
Primal Scream,
Pulp,
Ryan Adams,
Strokes,
The Big Pink,
Weezer,
Wooden Shjips
Numbers 125 - 101, "Jesus, etc."
So what's the point of it all? In an age when everything is fragmented and personalised to the nth degree, what's the point of trying to maintain a pantheon, a heirarchy, a 'Top Forty' anything?
We're all going to have umpteen variants of this same pantheon. What I've done here, in spite of the professed objectivity of my method, is produce a list that is irredeemably my own, and unavoidably incomplete. I can't have heard every song that would conceivably qualify for this last, and where that mightn't have mattered doing this for the eighties or nineties because the candidates at least for the upper echelons would be pretty incontrovertible.
But THE noughties artist? I laugh a little under my breath when I hear people debating Foals v Muse v ColdPlay v Franz Ferdinand. Most of these artists don't make this chart. By virtue of not being good enough to even be candidates. So the Pantheon, if it even vaguely exists is completely in dispute and completely individualised. Radiohead would probably be as close to a universal nomination as you could go.
And as we've seen, this process leads directly to a shifting in locus for any Pantheon from the trans-generic realm of "pop/rock" into the specifically genre-based R&B/club arena. So in this list we do hear quite a bit from Beyonce and Jay-Z, Alicia Keys and Kanye. Heck, I've even got the Sugababes in this installment.
Because you certainly earn credit in this reviewer's accounts for taking YOUR form, ANY form, no matter now hackneyed, outdated or conservative, and re-working that form to its artistic acme. Music today has a far broader and more significant social function than when the classical composers built its original pantheon.
As we've seen, the idea that music might be able to change the world in some monolithic manner might be dead, but our belief that developing new ways of seeing the world, of "innovating" (pardon me, I'm trying to be zeitgeisty) our entire outlook being central to humanity's future dies much harder.
And so I'll keep pumping this out, for it maps something far more significant and more resonant than an agreeable collection of sounds. It's the heartbeat of the ages.
We're all going to have umpteen variants of this same pantheon. What I've done here, in spite of the professed objectivity of my method, is produce a list that is irredeemably my own, and unavoidably incomplete. I can't have heard every song that would conceivably qualify for this last, and where that mightn't have mattered doing this for the eighties or nineties because the candidates at least for the upper echelons would be pretty incontrovertible.
But THE noughties artist? I laugh a little under my breath when I hear people debating Foals v Muse v ColdPlay v Franz Ferdinand. Most of these artists don't make this chart. By virtue of not being good enough to even be candidates. So the Pantheon, if it even vaguely exists is completely in dispute and completely individualised. Radiohead would probably be as close to a universal nomination as you could go.
And as we've seen, this process leads directly to a shifting in locus for any Pantheon from the trans-generic realm of "pop/rock" into the specifically genre-based R&B/club arena. So in this list we do hear quite a bit from Beyonce and Jay-Z, Alicia Keys and Kanye. Heck, I've even got the Sugababes in this installment.
The Sugababes - Lineup #638,742 Mutya/Keisha/Siobhan |
As we've seen, the idea that music might be able to change the world in some monolithic manner might be dead, but our belief that developing new ways of seeing the world, of "innovating" (pardon me, I'm trying to be zeitgeisty) our entire outlook being central to humanity's future dies much harder.
And so I'll keep pumping this out, for it maps something far more significant and more resonant than an agreeable collection of sounds. It's the heartbeat of the ages.
125. | Dear Catastrophe Waitress | Belle and Sebastian | Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2003) |
124. | Rej | Âme | Rej (2006) |
123. | Fuck the Poor | Selfish Cunt | No Wicked Heart Shall Prosper (2004) |
122. | I Want To Die In The Hot Summer | I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness | I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness [EP] (2003) |
121. | Jesus, Etc. | Wilco | From the Beginning (2007) |
120. | My Little Brother | Art Brut | Bang Bang Rock & Roll (2005) |
119. | Cruiser | Red House Painters | Old Ramon (2001) |
118. | Fix Up, Look Sharp | Dizzee Rascal | Boy In Da Corner () |
117. | Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole | Martha Wainwright | Martha Wainwright (2005) |
116. | Young Folks | Peter Bjorn and John | Writer's Block (2006) |
115. | Jerk It Out | The Caesars | 39 Minutes Of Bliss (2003) |
114. | Seven Nation Army | The White Stripes | Elephant (2003) |
113. | Decent Days And Nights | The Futureheads | Burnout 3 : Takedown (2004) |
112. | Daft Punk Is Playing At My House | LCD Soundsystem | LCD Soundsystem [Disc 1] (2005) |
111. | Heartbeat And Sails | Augie March | Sunset Studies (2001) |
110. | Slow Hands | Interpol | Antics (2004) |
109. | Follow The Cops Back Home | Placebo | Meds (2006) |
108. | Black Rainbow | St. Vincent | Actor (2009) |
107. | Eli, The Barrow Boy | The Decemberists | Picaresque (2005) |
106. | Two Weeks | Grizzly Bear | Veckatimest (2009) |
105. | No One | Alicia Keys | As I Am (2007) |
104. | Feel Good Inc. | Gorillaz | Dare (2005) |
103. | Scarlet Fields | The Horrors | Primary Colours (2009) |
102. | Push The Button | Sugababes | Change (2000) |
101. | Waitin' For A Superman | The Flaming Lips | VOID [Video Overview In Deceleration] [Music] (2005) |
Labels:
Alicia Keys,
Ame,
Art Brut,
Augie March,
Belle & Sebastian,
Caesars,
Flaming Lips,
Gorillaz,
Grizzly Bear,
Horrors,
Interpol,
LCD Soundsystem,
Placebo,
Red House Painters,
Selfish Cunt,
St Vincent,
Sugababes,
Wilco
Monday, January 11, 2016
Numbers 175 - 151, "I'll Believe in Anything"
What else made the noughties what it was? We've spoken briefly already about stylistic fragmentation in noughties music, about the lack of distinct new musical 'styles' the decade produced.
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.
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) |
Labels:
Beyonce,
Clipse,
Coki,
Four tet,
King Khan,
Life without Buildings,
Louis XIV,
Metro Area,
Stars of the Lid,
Sufjan Stevens,
Sun Kil Moon,
The Big Pink,
The Hold Steady,
Vampire Weekend,
Wolf Parade
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