| 90. | Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem | ||
| Sound Of Silver (2006) | |||
| This is a wonderful, understated number. It bleeps and bloops along with a repetitiveness that puts the otherwise affectatious vocal solidly in the foreground. It's about expectations that never quite reach fulfilment, the little disappointments we find in others as much as the unexpected joys. | |||
| 89. | To Hell With Good Intentions - McLusky | ||
| Mclusky Do Dallas (2001) | |||
| Well, hardcore doesn't get much of an outing in this list. In fact McLusky probably carry the entire hardcore banner here. And really, what other candidates were there? This is absolutely brimming with typical attitude, and a bass line that growls with a suppressed ferocity that periodically explodes in incendiary fury. Resolutely working class in their attitude, McLusky didn't mess around with words, and nor did they need to. Every line here says just enough without eloquence to produce some of the finest poetry that was ever shouted. | |||
| 88. | Kaliko - Zomby | ||
| Zomby EP (2008) | |||
| We've already spoken about dubstep as arguably the ONLY well-defined genre unique to the noughties, and this is perhaps close to its apotheosis. Resolutely anti-melodic, entirely driven through rhythm, but a rhythm that refuses to sit still. Because its modulations ARE the song, and so it's dance music you can just barely dance to. So it sits kind of purposeless, ungrounded in any actual music that's gone before, but it needs ALL the music that's gone before it for its wellspring. Vital, nervous, a little unhinged, with a kind of tic-toc heartbeat, this sounds like the vital signs of a vampire. | |||
| 87. | I Turn My Camera On - Spoon | ||
| Something To Look Forward To: Past & Present Selections For The Radio (2005) | |||
| Spoon. I think of it as the "Party of Five" phenomenon. At some point in the late nineties, it became a thing that every not actually coolsie show on TV needed to bust out some sort of soundtrack populated by vaguely "indie" sounds. And boy did Spoon reap a harvest from that. The Simpsons, Veronica Mars, Bones, Chuck, Scrubs, Numb3rs, to name but a few of the shows that borrowed Spoon's coolsie cloak. While their albums have been patchy, they've done nothing but shine as a singles act, with some unbelievably catchy bassline driven numbers of which this is probably their best. | |||
| 86. | The Strangers - St. Vincent | ||
| Actor (2009) | |||
| Now here's a late decade curio. It's hard to know where to position the erstwhile Anne Clark. Her pedigree, immaculate, via Polyphonic Spree and Sufjan Stevens, she belongs rightly at the more complex end of the musical spectrum. Weird harmonies swirling everywhere but where you expect them to go, and it probably takes a true musician's musician to sound like a peer to David Byrne. This one is both entirely typical and one of her more sublime efforts. | |||
| 85. | Black Cab - Jens Lekman | ||
| Oh You're So Silent Jens (2003) | |||
| "Oh no, goddamn/I missed the last tram/I killed the party again/Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn." Jens Lekman burst out of the blocks in the early part of the decade to become everyone's favourite weirdo with an accent. His lyrics are equal parts simplicity and profundity matched usually to a pretty basic three chord structure. Yet as a songwriter he certainly sits somewhere near the front of the pack, and it's hard to pin down exactly why, but he can DO THINGS with the same chords everyone else is using just by inserting his lyrics. It's the lyrics themselves to some extent, but it's also that VOICE ... | |||
| 84. | Cone Toaster - Black Dice | ||
| DFA Compilation #1 (2003) | |||
| Yes. So, you're copping a fair whack of experimental electronica in this list. Because again, if any genre really existed a propos of the zeitgeist, certainly the late noughties produced a real wellspring of experimentation thoroughly in line with the idea that we exist in a time BEYOND the end of music, a time when everything's been said already and all that's left for musicians is to fuck with music's existing, finite tropes. This band have made an extremely interesting musical journey, from an earlier hardcore-noise-industrial mode in the prior decade, the noughties saw Black Dice come out all pedals swinging, reinvented largely as experimental electronica, there's guitars in there if you listen closely enough, but gated through enough weirdo pedals to be all but unrecognisable. The joy of this is the way it all slowly falls apart ... | |||
| 83. | Poker Face - Lady Gaga | ||
| The Fame (2008) | |||
| Shut up. She's done enough. | |||
| 82. | Schrapnell - Isolee | ||
| We Are Monster (2005) | |||
| And speaking of styles that were unique to the decade, microhouse has probably done enough to be able to stand vaguely in its own right as a genre. Albeit one that doesn't seem to offer terribly much for other artists to build on. But anyone who knows me, knows minimalism is the zone of electronica where I think ALL the goodness lies. And this beautifully illustrates why. Rhythm works with simple, understated melodies that with repetition produce thoroughly infectious hooks, and the song builds through a subtle layering of tracks, you never notice the main riff is little more than four declining notes. | |||
| 81. | Outhouse - Nathan Fake | ||
| Outhouse (2003) | |||
| Yep. More minimalism. This one more driven, dancier, its techno pedigree worn pretty tellingly on its sleeve. Nathan Fake specialises in exactly this sort of dance-floor oriented minimalism built around an almost indeterminate bassline/melody, it's a track you just can't possibly hum to yourself, because there really aren't any phrases as music would traditionally have understood them, but this is where minimal distances itself from downtempo. The tempo here is up, the rhythm never lets go of you, and the journey is just storied enough that this stands out among the many contenders that might have represented this not always terribly unique song form. | |||
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Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Numbers 90-81, "To Hell With Good Intentions"
Friday, January 15, 2016
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
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Numbers 200 - 176, "The Teaches of Peaches"
It doesn't take terribly much inspection of the list so far to arrive at a particularly unfortunate conclusion: POLITICAL MUSIC IS DEAD TODAY.
Because there isn't even an otherwise ignored undercurrent of political activism to the contemporary music scene, such as has previously been the case since the 1950s.
In the 80s and 90s, the likes of U2 and Midnight Oil would routinely be presented as overtly "political" music. What's really being measured is the tradition of the "protest song". Bono and the Oils wrote protest music - songs that had an identified target and went for its political jugular.
Today, we have M.I.A., yes, but what's interesting is that the politics has migrated from the song itself and into the sphere of the singer's identity. M.I.A.'s music might reference "third world democracy" before singing "zoom-a-zoom-a-zoom-zoom", but the content is by and large not political, and not message-oriented. And as a sung message anyway, to a certain extent perhaps any statement has to be INHERENTLY trivial, and existentially banal.
Instead, as political activism in general has become more oriented to the personal and the realm of identity politics, so political music has become more discursive. So it's less about the transmission of opposition to 'monolithic others' to be shouted down via slogans and rhetoric, and more about cultural modes of resistance.
Peaches doesn't spend a huge amount of time opining on the discursive practices behind gender. Her lyrics don't celebrate queer cultures in the recognisable and overt way that say the Pet Shop Boys' "Go West" was an overt paean to them. The differene between "Go West" and "Fuck the Pain Away" is obvious from the song titles alone, and it exemplifies quite well the overall change that we are mapping. Peaches doesn't tell folks to go out and join queer collectives. But every element of her SELF, her identity, her persona is imbued with a radical counter-disourse towards some sort of similar EFFECT.
It's the difference between maintaining the illusion of the unitary, immutable power of the word, the truth, that which lends itself to structuralist analysis, and accepting a truly postmodern, discursive analytics. The two prescribe very different modes for effective political action.
And given Midnight Oil and U2 have resolutely failed to change the world through music, I would mount a case that a new, discursive political music stands just as good a chance of achieving something as the old modes we'd more directly recognise.
That said, I, a decrepit socialist find real meaning in connecting with the unitary, barricade-storming ballads that socialists have marched behind for hundreds of years. Billy Bragg, Phil Ochs and Joe Hill offer us a motherlode as historians of political songforms.
And because everything that's wrong with the world today is an inability to grasp the historical context of anything, well, where people stand up for their rights, Joe Hill is with us still. Joe Hill inspires us still.
Because there isn't even an otherwise ignored undercurrent of political activism to the contemporary music scene, such as has previously been the case since the 1950s.
In the 80s and 90s, the likes of U2 and Midnight Oil would routinely be presented as overtly "political" music. What's really being measured is the tradition of the "protest song". Bono and the Oils wrote protest music - songs that had an identified target and went for its political jugular.
Today, we have M.I.A., yes, but what's interesting is that the politics has migrated from the song itself and into the sphere of the singer's identity. M.I.A.'s music might reference "third world democracy" before singing "zoom-a-zoom-a-zoom-zoom", but the content is by and large not political, and not message-oriented. And as a sung message anyway, to a certain extent perhaps any statement has to be INHERENTLY trivial, and existentially banal.
Instead, as political activism in general has become more oriented to the personal and the realm of identity politics, so political music has become more discursive. So it's less about the transmission of opposition to 'monolithic others' to be shouted down via slogans and rhetoric, and more about cultural modes of resistance.
Peaches doesn't spend a huge amount of time opining on the discursive practices behind gender. Her lyrics don't celebrate queer cultures in the recognisable and overt way that say the Pet Shop Boys' "Go West" was an overt paean to them. The differene between "Go West" and "Fuck the Pain Away" is obvious from the song titles alone, and it exemplifies quite well the overall change that we are mapping. Peaches doesn't tell folks to go out and join queer collectives. But every element of her SELF, her identity, her persona is imbued with a radical counter-disourse towards some sort of similar EFFECT.
It's the difference between maintaining the illusion of the unitary, immutable power of the word, the truth, that which lends itself to structuralist analysis, and accepting a truly postmodern, discursive analytics. The two prescribe very different modes for effective political action.
And given Midnight Oil and U2 have resolutely failed to change the world through music, I would mount a case that a new, discursive political music stands just as good a chance of achieving something as the old modes we'd more directly recognise.
That said, I, a decrepit socialist find real meaning in connecting with the unitary, barricade-storming ballads that socialists have marched behind for hundreds of years. Billy Bragg, Phil Ochs and Joe Hill offer us a motherlode as historians of political songforms.
And because everything that's wrong with the world today is an inability to grasp the historical context of anything, well, where people stand up for their rights, Joe Hill is with us still. Joe Hill inspires us still.
| 200. | Night (Radio Edit) | Benga & Coki | Night (2008) |
| 199. | Barely Legal | The Strokes | Is This It? (2000) |
| 198. | Amazing it Seems | Granada | Granada (2005) |
| 197. | Get Myself Into It | The Rapture | Get Myself Into It (Comm Single) (2006) |
| 196. | Strict Machine | Goldfrapp | Black Cherry (2003) |
| 195. | The Orchids | Califone | Roots & Crowns (2006) |
| 194. | The Funeral | Band Of Horses | Everything All The Time (2006) |
| 193. | Rutten | Skream | Skream! [Bonus Tracks] (2006) |
| 192. | Fools | The Dodos | Visiter (2008) |
| 191. | Apocalypse Song | St. Vincent | Marry Me (2007) |
| 190. | C'Mere | Interpol | Antics (2004) |
| 189. | Punchlines | Mates Of State | Bring It Back (2006) |
| 188. | Hang Me Up To Dry | Cold War Kids | Up In Rags [EP] (2006) |
| 187. | Lights Out | Santigold | Santogold (2008) |
| 186. | Ten Years Or Twenty | Moon Wiring Club | Shoes Off And Chairs Away (2009) |
I MADE THIS VIDEO! PRAISE ME! | |||
| 185. | New Slang | The Shins | Oh, Inverted World (2001) |
| 184. | He's Alright [Bonus Track] | Kurt Vile | Childish Prodigy (2009) |
| 183. | Are You The One? | The Presets | Beams (2005) |
| 182. | Pure Pleasure Seeker | Moloko | Things To Make And Do (2000) |
| 181. | Banging Camp | The Hold Steady | Separation Sunday (2005) |
| 180. | Daniel | Bat For Lashes | Two Suns (2009) |
| 179. | Fuck The Pain Away | Peaches | The Teaches Of Peaches (2000) |
| 178. | Thou Shalt Always Kill | Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip | Angles (2008) |
| 177. | Try Again | Aaliyah Feat. Timbaland | Aaliyah (2005) |
| 176. | L.E.S. Artistes | Santigold | Santogold (2000) |
Labels:
Band of Horses,
Bat for Lashes,
Benga & Coki,
Goldfrapp,
Interpol,
Kurt Vile,
Mates of State,
Moloko,
Moon Wiring Club,
Peaches,
Presets,
Rapture,
Santigold,
Shins,
Skream,
St Vincent,
Strokes,
The Hold Steady
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