Oh, hai “that time of year again,” didn’t hear you come in – well, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’m not spectacular at year-end reviews… I prefer life like I prefer my albums: gapless. That said, I hat-tipped five artists, songs, and albums that made me pause and take time to jot the time and place – year included – over the last 300-someodd days; and five creations that embodied and encapsulated sonic aesthetic for 2011. To the five I take, to have and to hold; forever like a TrapperKeeper, Pop safe in the fold. #enjoi
Oh, hai “that time of year again,” didn’t hear you come in – well, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’m not spectacular at year-end reviews… I prefer life like I prefer my albums: gapless. That said, I hat-tipped five artists, songs, and albums that made me pause and take time to jot the time and place – year included – over the last 300-someodd days; and five creations that embodied and encapsulated sonic aesthetic for 2011. To the five I take, to have and to hold; forever like a TrapperKeeper, Pop safe in the fold. #enjoi
“The highs, the lows, from the trenches and throws through puffs and blows… Alex Ludovico’s Fame Kills: In His Own Words
Oh, hai “that time of year again,” didn’t hear you come in – well, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’m not spectacular at year-end reviews… I prefer life like I prefer my albums: gapless. That said, I hat-tipped five artists, songs, and albums that made me pause and take time to jot the time and place – year included – over the last 300-someodd days; and five creations that embodied and encapsulated sonic aesthetic for 2011. To the five I take, to have and to hold; forever like a TrapperKeeper, Pop safe in the fold. #enjoi
Last week’s release of Lioness: Hidden Treasures forced us to bid a bittersweet and final adieu to our dear Amy. In the last swig of our last dose, we forever parted from a faithful friend. Facing the fearful fact of the final fix, our tears shed ceaselessly unto a lonely morning of inevitable withdrawal. Her day had come, and that we came to accept in a solo serenity. The proceeding days of morrow would withhold a romanticized pain in the attempt of an eventual ease; it was a separation so sweet, a moment’s pleasure. As we have, and do today, we will still love her tomorrow.
By now Nemo Achida should be your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper. Since late ’09 the Kentucky based emcee and producer has dropped consistent project after another. His latest opus, Nemotional continues where he left off with the Goodbye Brooklyn EP–somewhere between Kentucky and a brownstone. “Abstract, I’m a little bit past that, I ain’t different, I’m next level homie grasp that,” he raps on “Wasting Time.” From this track through the last, Nemo has your undivided attention.
Many might say that Biophilia is a sonic blend of Vespertine, Homogenic and Medulla, peppered with a little bit of Drawing Restraint 9, but I believe that Biophilia stands on its own right as being one of Bjork’s best albums. Unfortunately though, it is an album that I think only few will truly appreciate while others will take for granted or call it “dull” and “boring.” I’ve noticed that many fans, even the diehard ones, are whining and complaining about how Bjork needs to go back to the same beats and catchy pop songs that made her famous in the 90′s. It’s a shame, because more than likely Bjork will never go back to what she did in the 90′s, and why would she? Bjork has never been one to please or cater to her fans, even the most diehard Bjork fan should know that by now.
SBTRKT’s debut album has been called dub, dubstep, chillwave, trillwave, dance, pop, folk and everything under the sun by critics and fans alike. I don’t blame them though. Putting a label on something this new is how we relate to things these days. But, if the album is indication of anything, genre is dead, and SBTRKT’s indescribable production is the nail in the coffin.
















