2010 was a pretty good year of musical experiences for me, generally speaking. Concertwise, I saw everyone from Alcest to GZA to Mark Kozelek to Voivod. Albumwise, I think I did an okay job of paying attention to new releases-- if you’ve read my previous year-end favorites list, you know that I’m usually too stuck in looking into old records. In advance, thanks for your patience in reading this...you’ll find that often, my love for a record is directly proportional to how much ramble on about it!
There were a lot of good records last year. Most (but not all) of these are bands showing incredible promise, making me think their next record is when they’ll really hit their stride, or just really killer records I didn’t listen to as much as did my favorites. Here are my notables:
Das Racist - Shut Up, Dude
Only because “Rainbow in the Dark” was my guilty-pleasure jam of the year. I don’t really know shit about modern hip hop. I also can’t listen to DR for more than a few songs. But those few are enjoyable enough. I’m pretty white and I’m gonna get some h8 for this review. But it’s okay. I’ll just go listen to “Rainbow in the Dark” again.
Tears Run Rings - Distance
Despite being in three different cities and two different states, this totally awesome shoegaze/dreampop quartet have made a super-together record. TRR beautifully siphon Ride’s jangliness into Slowdive’s best and most airy atmospheres, but never lose sight of memorable hooks and hummable memories. A band that deserves more.
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Sailors With Wax Wings - s/t
Jesus tapdancing all-star lineups! I’m not familiar with R. Loren’s work in Pyramids, but goddamn if dude didn’t assemble his favorite players from a variety of genres-- bands ranging from Swans to Slowdive to My Dying Bride have members involved. Yet inexplicably, the record sounds like on collective’s work. The concept of the record (meeting Stephen Crane’s ghost, blah blah) is sorta pretentious, but the music isn’t -- the words could be about Cam Gigandet and still wouldn’t be able to tarnish these dark, ethereally beautiful pieces.
Lantlos - .neon
A record that has received a slew of praise,
.neon takes Neige’s Amesoeurs work a step further and adds jazzy flourishes to the coldwave/post-punk/post-rock/can-we-stop-with the-genre-signifiers-already-influenced blackish metal he’s known for. This is not to say that the Frenchman and his German dudebro Herbst are making a black metal
Mingus Ah-Um or even
Unquestionable Presence, but rather that between the usual blastbeats/midtempo switchups there’s also some nice cadences and cymbalwork in the rhythms. I think their next record might just completely nail the formula they’re going for.
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Ides of Gemini - The Disruption Wit Demo
Interesting new project featuring the frontlady from Black Math Horseman (a band I have no familiarity with) and J. Bennet, Decibel magazine’s most divisive writer. It’s an interesting mix-- she croons with a beautiful mystique reminiscent of 70s psychedelia and maybe even a little Dead Can Dance. Bennet’s guitar, however, is tonally only a few notches away from black metal-- substantially thin, and often drenched in reverb. The songs are simple, but flow naturally and are a fun listen. I am interested to see where this project heads. The demo can be heard and downloaded from
the band’s Bandcamp page.
Autopsy - The Tomb Within
A promising comeback indeed from the Bay Area death metallers. Chris Reifert's caveman drum rolls and and the butcher's block guitars of Danny Corrales and Eric Cutler are completely intact; Joe Allen’s rumbling Rickenbacker bass tones add perfectly to the sonic formula. My sole complaint is the lack of dusty, shambling-zombie groove that made their classic
Mental Funeral record so great-- these tracks are pretty fast, and while that’s always fun, Autopsy’s best moments and riffs were always the swinging ones found here only on “Mutant Village.”
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Castevet - Mounds of Ash
ICDT pal Andrew Hock-- who met our boy Adam via his black metal patches on a random NYC busride-- beautifully mixes a substantial amount of his favorites in this solid debut. Hock is a disciple of the strange chord, taking after his heroes Piggy D’Amour, Czral and Derek Bailey. Even in odd rhythyms and longer compositions, the hooks stay strong. Perhaps the sole area in which Castevet need to hone their chops is the vocal department; the Neurosis-style roar is now par for the course in metal and sometimes wavers in its matching the songs’ emotional depth. Still, I’d wager the followup will top this one with ease.
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StarGazer - A Great Work of Ages
Man, Profound Lore were unstoppable this year. StarGazer seem to get overlooked in lieu of the attention that, say, Ludicra and Agalloch have been getting, but there’s no real reason to. These Aussies focus on strange occult stuff in their interesting take on dark, intricate death metal. Cosmo Lee of
Invisible Oranges called them a mix of Absu and Coroner, and he’s pretty on point-- the blackened, thrashing and mythic ferocity of the former with the dynamic, hypercapable musicianship of the latter. Does it sketch me out these dudes did a split with NS death metal douchelords Arghoslent back in the day? Yes, but there’s nothing I can discern that’s remotely of racial/political concern in any of their lyrics, tunes or imagery, so I’ma enjoy this well-executed record worry-free.
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Ceremony - Rocket Fire
No, not the California hardcore band, but rather the post-punk/shoegaze band that formed out of two-thirds of Skywave when the other third left to create A Place to Bury Strangers. Skywave had okay songs, but holy shit their distortion was ear-accosting, and not in the good way. It was MBV’s hugeness minus the warmth plus about 100 times the treble. Here, Ceremony have a similar coldness, but their completely washing out the obnoxious noise of their previous outfit makes their catchy songcraft come through exponentially better.
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These are the records that kept my stokage levels at steady peaks when I wasn't listening to the
BLOOD BROS comps:
Three-Way Tie for Best:
Agalloch - Marrow of the Spirit
Agalloch undoubtedly turned some of its fanbase on its ear with their introduction of black metal double-picking on this record. Most of its fanbase were likely even more intrigued at the suddenly stark production of their analog recording approach, almost a 180 from predecessor record
Ashes Against the Grain’s huge, lush guitar textures. But whereas
Ashes featured accessible, produced atmospheres,
Marrow strips down Agalloch to its core - the moroseness of
Pale Folklore, the pedestrian acoustic narratives of
The Mantle, and the catchiness of
Ashes-- and then pushes forward, going for the throat. Described in its press release as possessing five “time-stretching songs,” Agalloch do exactly that. Despite being long, not a single minute of the record seems out of place. Frankly, the whole thing feels remarkably lean despite being well over an hour long. Moreso than any of their previous work,
Marrow of the Spirit is a journey, and its stops are remarkable. Each song is masterfully composed in and of itself, but the work that everyone’s talking about this year is “Black Lake Nidstang,” and not without reason. Just past the seven-minute mark, John Haughm’s shrieks take on a whole new identity: a man so pained and desperate that all he can do is cry out to the skies above. Four albums in, Agalloch are still batting a thousand.
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Ludicra - The Tenant
For the three albums preceding
The Tenant, the San Franciscan quintent proved time and time again how well their crusty influences mixed with that of black metal as they told the listener lurid tales of the suicides, drugs and mental instability so prevalent in the seedier areas of their stomping grounds. On this record, however, it’s quickly clear how capable the band is of mixing all sorts of classic metal vibes in with their honed style. “In Stable” thrashes, rips and grooves like
Mental Vortex-era Coroner. “The Undercaste” lurches ominously like Candlemass or the slower parts of Mercyful Fate. All the while, the band is captured perfectly by Justin Weiss’ mix, literally the most organic and well-rounded production job I’ve heard in years. Even when Laurie Shanaman roars the most simple lyrics-- “Does it feel easy? Does it feel free?” on the Golden Gate Bridge suicide hymn “A Larger Silence”-- her conviction and misery tear at your ears. Christie Cather and John Cobbett toss solos and riffs back and forth with ease and confidence; Ross Sewage accents them with a chunky, gritty bass tone and tasteful note choices. And goddamn if Aesop Dekker doesn’t deliver the performance of his career, and no I’m not saying that just because he penned
basically the best ICDT post ever. The man is Bill Stevenson, Dale Crover and Keith Moon in one; his catchy, playing-for-the-song style pounds, blasts, frames and perfectly complements his bandmates. His drumming on Agalloch’s newest is fantastic as well, but it’s on
The Tenant that he has enough space to breathe and perfectly make his mark in a different context.
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Whirl - Distressor
I cannot possibly get enough of this perfectly-composed EP. Recorded entirely live to tape with the exception of vocals and a few other touches,
Distressor’s dreamy songscapes boast a cinematic feel. The drums are simple, driving and huge; the guitars ebb and flow in, over and around each other and the vocals are simply the ideal of the shoegaze subgenre-- a brilliant carrier of melody and only so intelligible. But Whirl aren’t all floaty atmosphere; they write riffs, too, and this is the key ingredient that makes their My Bloody Valentine- and Slowdive-influenced sound feel so fresh. “Leave” feels like it is indeed carefully detaching, while “Blue” kicks into a beautiful, enchanting melancholy. Finally, like the other two entries in my top 3 records of the year,
Distressor feels like one whole entity, not just a collection of songs.
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And the Rest...
Weed Hounds - Beach Bummed
Weed Hounds just get better with every release. Their demo tape was a great start, but the songs were a little long. As of this fine lil’ 7”, Laura and the boys have gotten a firm grip on quality songwriting. The eponymous A-side is a charming little love dilemma about no fun in the sun, but where the band really shines, I’d say, is the B-side, “Skating Away From The Cops.” This is a song demanding a sweet ‘90s-style video in the vein of “1979,” cutting between the band playing a packed house show and rambunctious scenes of them escaping law enforcement via skateboard and rollerskate. DO IT! I absolutely cannot wait for their full-length.
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Best Coast - Crazy For You
I’m well aware that this trio is the indie band du jour right now, but I don’t give a good goddamn. A dozen songs with awesome vocals, catchy lo-fi guitars and lyrics about boys, weed and both.
Crazy for You is a wonderfully simple pleasure.
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Thrushes - Night Falls
I was blessed to do my undergraduate studies in Baltimore, where towards the end of my freshman year I was introduced to the first full-length of this fine noise-pop/shoegaze band,
Sun Come Undone. Despite some filler, it was full of catchy, lovelorn songcraft.
Night Falls cuts out that filler and adds maturity and darkness. After years of hearing some of these songs live, it’s so awesome to hear them on record: the heartbroken rivalry of “Trees,” the fuzzed-out powerpop of “Crystals,” and my personal favorite, the foreboding “As Much To Lose.” This is a band deserving of great things. Buy their record!
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Les Discrets - Septembre Et Ses Dernieres Pensees
Unlike a slew of other people listening to shoegaze-influenced metal stuff this year, Alcest’s new record isn’t on my list. I swear I tried to get into it-- their debut record
Souvenirs D’Un Autre Monde is a longtime favorite-- but I just didn’t dig. Their bass player and ever-popular graphic designer, Fursy Teyssier, however, has something really awesome going on with Les Discrets, who also indulge in post-rock and shoegazey stylings. Alcest alternate between light and shade, but Fursy and company seem thoroughly at home in a beautiful sort of grey; through the ten tracks, his voice bears a clear influence from Ulver’s Krystoffer Rygg in its tonality, but his phrasing feels pleasantly fresh. At turns nostalgic and at others melancholic, the entirely French-sung album is promising, pastoral debut.
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Nails - Unsilent Death
Fast-ass, angry metallic hardcore fronted by a dude who’s of all things an ex-Terror member? And the cover art references a Hellhammer demo tape? So down. Nails packs plenty of rage, blastbeats and Entombed guitar tone in this nice-and-concise record.
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Sun Kil Moon - Admiral Fell Promises
Mark Kozelek has written sad fucking songs for 20 years. Most of them are pretty damned great. But, with certain exceptions (“Summer Dress,” “Floating,” the piano version of “Mistress,”) dude has rarely sounded as intimate as he does on the guitar-and-voice-only
Admiral Fell Promises. His fingerpicking chops, already impressive on past recordings, are now the definition of rock-solid, and though there are flamenco-ish interludes here and there, the songs always remain the focal point. His open lyrical style leaves his misery anything but vague, and on songs like the title track we can see his longing gaze heavenward as he whispers “A thousand days have passed/In this house she and I were sharing/And I hate myself for it/But I have stopped caring/The Maryland sky tonight/Is so black and blue and beautiful.”
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Hans Zimmer - Inception OST
Inception was all the rage this year on so many levels. A non-franchise/adaption/remake work becoming a success both critically and financially? And the world finally recognized the handsomeness of his hawtness JGL (where were you when he did
Brick?). And yeah, the still-awesome internet meme of the
vuvuzella -esque musical motif. But aside from all that, there's some damned fine compositional work that contributed to the movie’s best and most intense moments. Lengthwise, it’s a lean soundtrack that never overstays its welcome. In its playtime, however, it does indeed unfold like a dream: serene, peaceful moments that loudly turn for the worse and sometimes back again.
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Atheist - Jupiter
Atheist are one of my all-time favorite bands and have been a huge influence on my attempts at musicianship. That said, I was kinda sweating their announcement of recording a new joint-- a fear only increased by the departure of bassist Tony Choy just as they headed into the studio. And while
Jupiter was recorded by one Jason Suecof, who pays his bills cutting albums by jokes like Trivium, he keeps the magic intact; the record’s only glaring flaw is the lack of prominent bass in the mix. It’s no
And Justice for All, but the bass parts contributed by guitarist JT Thompson can often only be heard fully when he and Chris Baker are playing higher-register riffs. Kelly Shaefer’s vocals are as ragged, charged and snarling as they were 20 years ago on
Piece of Time, and Steve Flynn’s drumwork? Dude took a 13-year break after quitting music in the mid-90s and still slaughters the competition not only in inventiveness and technicality, but also restraint. The foursome’s eight catchy songs are in and out in just over half an hour, knocking this concise return to form out of the park. Meanwhile, Pestilence still can’t shake the fixation on becoming “TOTALLY BROOTAL, BRO!” Take a hint from these guys, huh Mameli?
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Merchandise - Strange Songs (In The Dark)
I don’t really know shit about post-punk. I’ve heard a little bit of the Smiths and Joy Division, and I do love the Cure. But what I’m trying to say is that I can’t talk about the genre with any degree of expertise. I do, however, really, really like this platter from Florida’s Merchandise, a duo whose approach and production are really enjoyable. There’s just enough of a lo-fi sound to the guitars without making them grating, the drums are so good you’d never guess they were programmed, and whoever’s singing is really quite vocally adept for this sort of music. Nicely done, guys.
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Maserati - Pyramids of the Sun
Maserati suffered a haymaker last year when drummer extraodinaire Gerry Fuchs fell down an elevator shaft and died. His tightness, finesse and his amazing maintenance of the instrumental quartet’s groove is a critical part of what makes their songs breathe and charge forward. Fortunately, he’d cut all of his drums for this beautiful swansong before his untimely passing. Singerless bands are a dime a dozen these days, but Maserati’s sharp guitars and strong rhythyms keep catchiness and songcraft at the forefront. Buy this goddamned record!
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P.S. Eliot - Living In Squalor 7”
While PSE did have this fantastic 7” for sale when I caught them in Baltimore last spring, I couldn’t afford to get it AND a shirt AND the
Introverted Romance in Our Troubled Minds LP. My then-collegiate student financial struggles aside, this band’s winning streak continues, dammmmn. 5 really short bangers that seem at once more serious and more catchy than the already-infectious debut LP. The other day, Catherine and I were discussing our profuse love for
Living In Squalor and, as she eloquently put it, how Katie’s unfuckwithably honest lyrics are “effortlessly thoughtful.” Why the hell did I wait until like three weeks ago to start jamming this on the regular? Why aren’t you listening to it yet? This is the best damn 10 minutes of music of last year.
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