The year in music 2007 Pt. 3: Best albums
- Okkervil River, The Stage Names: I can't, objectively, say whether this a good album or a great one. I tend to lean toward great. But it's hard to be sure when your first memory of the album is on vacation with someone you love, driving along some of the most beautiful highway in the world, and absolutely loving life. Good or great, on this album, the band is solid; Will Sheff's emotive performance is powerful; the songwriting is tight. It's a fun album throughout, short and consistent, and has strong emotional impact—and a surprise ending. Honestly, in the 9 months or so since I compiled this list, I've had my doubts that Stage Names has the long-lasting appeal I like to see in my #1s, and, were I to make this list afresh, it might slip to the second or third position. Still, there's greatness here, greatness that made me think for some time that this album was the best of last year.
- The National, Boxer: It's hard for me to describe exactly what it is about this album that's so incredible. It creates a dark, emotional mood, slightly desperate, but also sometimes joyful and sexy. Along with the songwriting, the timbre and texture produced by the band are the highlights here, but the band is technically adept as well; just not showy (for that, catch the live show, where they really let loose). It's easy to listen to, with the rhythm section keeping things moving forward. Ultimately, unlike I don't' grasp this one was well as some others on this list, but I'm sure it's excellent. .
- Radiohead, In Rainbows: OK Computer and Kid A may be two of most important musical works of the last couple of decades (centuries?), but they feel cold and emotionally distant. In Rainbows brings a kinder, gentler Radiohead. Rather than working their asses off to produce ART, the band sound like they're having fun, that the songs are flowing forth effortlessly. It sounds like a recording of a band playing songs, not a huge, monumental work that willed itself into existence. One starts to get a feel for the personalities (or at lest musicalities) of the band members themselves. The songs are sometimes downright jazzy, and the whole album is something you can throw on just for fun, without requiring the intellectual and emotional commitment that their twin masterpieces demand. It may not be their best work, but damned if I don't find myself listening to it more regularly than the rest of their catalog. Also, it should be noted that the band was smart enough to realize that they could make money off of a leak, particularly with the advantage of being price-flexible—after all, how do you charge somebody for something they're used to getting for free, except to appeal to their good will and let them choose the value? It may not have been the watershed moment in the music industry it could have been if they'd kept giving the thing away with a virtual tip jar left out, but others have taken the idea and run with it (Girl Talk, Nine Inch Nails, Saul Williams, Walkmen, Bloc Party, and more). Thanks for getting the ball rolling and for a great album, Radiohead.
- The Arcade Fire, Neon Bible: It's not up to the level of Funeral, sadly, though I so wanted it to be, and kept an open mind for months after I first heard it. There's a lot of good stuff they did here: the clever ways they've incorporated the (to me) unexpected Bruce Springsteen influence, and the the timeliness of the dystopian, Bush-inspired subject matter. And there are great bits throughout, like the unexpected "(Antichrist Television Blues)", written from the perspective of father Joe Simpson. The sonics are a little lacking: it never sounds quite as good as I fee like it should when pumped through my Big Stereo or Big Headphones, but it's not like you'll notice when the earth-shaking organ of "Intervention" or the relentless excitement of the fresh recording of "No Cars Go" has hold of you. If it's not the perfect follow-up to Funeral, it accomplishes everything it's supposed to, showing off the range of the band and proving that Funeral wasn't a fluke.
- Panda Bear, Person Pitch: This one's warm like a summer day. The song title "Comfy in Nautica", judging from title and sonics, seems like it's about a well-worn beach towel. Everything has the evaporating wetness of walking out of the ocean and feeling the sun pulling the water off your skin, with the background noise of kids enjoying the neighborhood pool (forgive the mixed aquatic metaphors). It all manages to feel very Beach Boys in timbre, but with the incorporation of modern techniques of sampling, looping, and electronica. If you don't love this one, I'm pretty sure you don't love carefree summer fun, and therefore you don't love America. Commie.
- Modest Mouse, We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank: Modest Mouse remain a favorite band of mine, and thus this was one of the releases this year I looked forward to the most. It's not the album I'd hoped for; it's neither the tight album of pop perfection that Good News For People Who Love Bad News seemed to promise (though there are again glimpses of it), nor is it the sprawling masterpiece of The Moon & Antarctica. Really at this point I sort of wonder why it's this high on the list, but I'll give past Ward the benefit of the doubt. If you love Modest Mouse, it's solid enough.
- Spoon, Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga: Jesus, how do these guys do it? They keep making perfect pop rock albums with mathematical precision. The feel uncomplicated and sharp, like a knife. It's pure fun, and it's likely their most consistent album yet. Some of its impact is perhaps dulled by the fact that there's nothing new here, but everything they've borrowed from earlier albums has been perfected. Great, great stuff.
- LCD Soundsystem, Sound Of Silver: This one was a grower. I was instantly turned off by the dancy-ness of the record, as I am wont to be, but thankfully I listened long enough to get to "All My Friends"—more about that in its own place. That song, in and of itself, is absolutely amazing enough to get this album into top 10 territory; the rest of the album doesn't take any points away that it earned, which is enough to keep it right here at #8.
- Art Brut, It's A Bit Complicated: Art Brut's sarcastic, self-referential, ironic spoken word rock seemed gimicky enough that their ability to put out a worthwhile second album was in question, in this case the execution of their gimick is so impressive and flawless as to produce a high quality sophomore effort, and one that's likely even better than their first. Give it a listen, unless you, like Bryan, don't like it when people talk instead of sing.
- The Magnolia Electric Co., Sojourner: Last year, I commented on, if not outright declared, the mediocrity of What Comes After the Blues. My understanding is that the recordings on the four discs of this boxed set represent a superset of what was on this album, and if so, I suspect there was a better album to be formed from the raw material here. I am still disappointed that the anger, fire, and energy from their self-titled debut is missing, but what this "version 2.0" MECo does, they do well. Maybe one day I'll pick my favorites and make my own version of what their third album should have been, a la 69 Love Songs.
- Jens Lekman, Night Falls Over Kortedala: Clever, funny, light pop. Jens Lekman manages to make the preciousness of classic indie pop work for him, but with sufficient good humor to avoid being too cloying. Given the high quality of the material here, I probably should have liked this one better than I did. I'll just say that I feel comfortable praising its merits, even if it doesn't speak to me on the level of some of the albums higher on this list.
- Voxtrot, Voxtrot: Another band in the indie pop tradition. This one got some criticism for eschewing some of the simplicity of their earlier trilogy of EPs, but I think that the high quality pop rock that's here is a step above their previous efforts. It's a pretty, fun album that I plan to spend more time with in the future, even if the backlash directed towards this allegedly over-hyped "blog band" makes that a minority opinion.
- The Clientele, God Save The Clientele: Strange Geometry was a quiet, pretty, sometimes breezy and sometimes heart-breaking album, and this one is more of the same. Not as emotionally captivating as the previous album, but this British band makes some beautiful music and this album is just another example of it.
- Bloc Party, A Weekend In The City: It's big and dramatic stadium-sized rock music, and the band does it well. They are dangerously close to U2-esque over-grandiosity, though, and perhaps for that reason this album doesn't have the impact that their debut, Silent Alarm, did. I think the quality of this record is still high, though, and I plan to spend some more time with it to find out for sure. Depending on what sort of final opinion I come to about their third album, this could represent the beginning of a slow slide into mediocrity, or a minor sophomore slump for a band that would eventually return to greatness, or continually reinvent themselves.
- Lucky Soul, The Great Unwanted: A ray of sunshine. Happy, cute, fun girl-group influenced pop. It's a more pure, uncut variety than the winking, sometimes ironic, sometimes anachronistic version of the genre that the Pipettes do, and the better for it. If this record doesn't make you smile, well, I don't understand you.
- Les Savy Fav, Let's Stay Friends: More consistent and professional than anything except the Rome EP, and we all know it's easier to craft a perfect work of 4 songs than a full length album anyway. It starts with the great Pots and Pans, incorporating some of the child-like glee of the Flaming Lips and funk of the Dismemberment Plan: it's a great, great song. The rest of the album is solid, too, but honestly at this point I'm not finding it particularly memorable and I'm too lazy to go back and listen to each of these albums in order to better write these reviews—that's what separates me from the pros. If you're curious what's with all the hype over LSF, check out Rome first, and if you want more, check this out.
- Beirut, The Flying Cup Club: More great music that sounds like it came from another place and time. This one deserves more of my attention too, as currently it's hard for me to distinguish it from the material on Gulag Orkestar, but I think it's solid enough not to discount.
- Caribou, Andorra: Well-crafted, psychadelic rock right out of the 60s and 70s. The individual songs don't strike me as memorable enough to put this album in top 10 territory, but the timbre and textures are right on. Add to that Caribou's strength as a live act (particularly owing to the use of two drummers to great effect), and this one gets a thumbs up.
- Loney Dear, Loney, Noir: The quiet Sunday afternoon to the raucous Saturday night of fellow Swedes I'm From Barcelona. This is a soft, cool album of spring and summer sounds that may get a little too precious for some listeners, but it's well done overall, and worth a listen if you're not averse to the twee.
- The New Pornographers, Challengers: I'll confess to being a bit of fair weather fan of the Pornographers. Sometimes their power pop proficiency blows me away, and sometimes, well, it's all highs and no lows and sometimes I just find it tiring. Some of the songs strike me as mediocre, and some as quite strong, so I'm mixed on this one. Worthwhile if you're a fan of the band, definitely; if not, perhaps there's a better place in the catalog for you to jump on the Porno Train.
- Jana Hunter, There's No Home: This former Houston native gets knocked a ways down the list for having moved away from the Bayou City... well, not really. I liked this album a lot when I first got it; it's got some beautiful acoustic folk on it, but for some reason it didn't have staying power. So it's good enough to make The List, but it sneaks in at the end...
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