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Monday, February 5, 2024

ambient faves (2016)

votes for the pitchfork ambient list  

(with my blurbs for charting albums below) 


1/ brian eno - on land

2/ brian eno & harold budd - plateaux of mirrors

3/ aphex twin - selected ambient works vol 2

4/ seefeel - polyfusia

5/ laraaji - day of radiance

6/ Steve hillage - rainbow dome music

7/ cluster - II

8/ manuel göttsching - e2-e4

9/ brian eno - discreet music

10/ aphex twin - selected ambient works 89-93

11/ fripp-eno – (no pussyfooting)

12/ david sylvian - gone to earth (instrumentals disc)

13/ david bowie - low (side 2)

14/ mixmaster morris - flying high

15/ the orb - adventures beyond the ultra world

16/ edgar froese - aqua

17/ klaus schulze - mirage

18/ ralph lundsten - cosmic love

19/ seefeel - quique

20/ brian eno - music for airports


might have included if i'd heard them then

ernest hood - neighborhoods

k.leimer - music for land and water

michael turtle - phantoms of dreamland

arnold aard - electro-sonnances

ron nagorcka - loveregana: music from a tasmanian forest

knud victor - ambiances / images

kankyo ongaku compilation

angel rada  - upadesa



runners up/edge cases (e.g.with song element)

hugo largo - drum / meddle

spacemen 3 - playing with fire 

ar kane - 69 

eno - another green world

eno - before and after science

oneohtrix point never - rifts

budd / fraser / guthrie / raymonde - the moon and the melodies


other contenders


zoviet france, moon wiring club, focus group,ingram marshall, catherine christer hennix, jon hassell, thomas koner, huerco s, celer, dolphins into the future, orphan fairytale, cocteau twins,global communications, ann southam, other eno / budd / cluster / harmonia / laraaji / fripp-eno / seefeel, kwjazz, laurie spiegel,the caretaker, roj, ryuichi sakamoto, nik pascal, virginia astley,matsuo ohno, michel longtin,craig kupka, david pritchard 


Aphex Twin, Selected Ambient Works Volume II (Warp), 1994


With Selected Ambient Works 85-92, Richard D. James established “ambient techno” as a viable concept rather than a contradiction-in-terms.  But soon this serene offshoot of banging ravefloor music became its own New Age-y cul-de-sac.  Bloody-minded as ever, for his early ’94 follow-up, James switched from chill-out to chilling: ominously featureless soundscapes woven from abstract textures and eerily fixated pulses. Gone, for the most part, were those lovely Aphex melodies shimmering like dew-drops on a spider web. The project’s forbidding aura was intensified by the absence of track titles: all 24 tracks were identified only by texture-swatches (such as lichen or weathered stone) as if to deliberately exacerbate the listener’s sensation of being lost.  There was beauty here still, but of a peculiar and unsettling kind: the opener, for instance, modulates a voice into a baby-talk squiggle, then ripples it through hall-of-mirrors echo.  James trailed the project – which proved as influential as its predecessor had been, with similarly mixed results –by talking about the inspiration he’d drawn from experiments with lucid dreaming: techniques that allow the sleeper to steer the storyline of a nocturnal adventure. True or not, the effect of this music feels exactly like being inside a dream – not necessarily idyllic, more like the kind whose strangeness haunts you long into your waking day. 


Brian Eno, Ambient 4: On Land (EG), 1982

The climax of Eno’s supremely fertile New York period, On Land is ironically an attempt to leave – psychologically - the very city in which he’d produced so much astonishingly innovative work.   The working title Empty Landscapes reveals just how oppressive Eno had come to find Manhattan’s hyperactive bustle. Drawing on inspirations from film (Fellini’s Amarcord) and art (Pierre Tal-Coat’s pastoral paintings) Eno was above all working from personal memory: faded impressions of the unpopulous East Coast of England where he’d grown up. Some tracks are named after places (Leek Hills, Dunwich) he’d frequented as a child, while another (“Lantern Marsh”) gets it title from an evocative name he’d seen on a map. Aiming for “a nice kind of spooky” and a “feeling of aloneness, On Land pushes much deeper into abstraction than Music For Airports: Eno drastically processed the instrumental sounds until unrecognizable and wove in natural-world timbres such as stones and frog noises.  The glinting, amorphous result has barely any ancestors in music. On Land was a deeply conceptual project: Eno wrote 25 thousand words of notes to articulate what he was trying to do and invented a three-speaker system that listeners could set up to intensify the feeling of sonic engulfment.  But On Land ultimately works on a purely emotional level: a heartsick 34-year-old expatriate mentally prepares himself for the homecoming that will follow in a few years.  “On Land” is only a missing consonant and a shifted vowel from “England”.


 

Laraaji, Ambient 3: Day of Radiance (EG ) 1980

Serendipity was in full effect the day Eno strolled through New York’s Washington Square Park and came across Laraaji playing his plangently chiming autoharp.  The actor-musician had already released one album, 1978’s Celestial Vibrations,  but the note inviting him to make a record that Eno dropped into his busker’s hat gave Laraaji access to a much larger audience.  Born Edward Larry Gordon, Laraaji had explored the concept of cosmic music for some years using electrified and adapted versions of the zither and hammered dulcimer. He believed that these and similar metallophonic instruments like gongs induced a trance state that broke down the self’s boundaries and unloosed the bonds of Time.  Not that the first side of Day of Radiance is relaxing, exactly:  “The Dance” seems to flood your mind with almost-painful brightness. But the flipside’s two-parter “Meditation” gently unspools folds of glimmering texture in a slow-motion cascade.  Although Radiance was a career highpoint, Laraaji would record a bunch more wonderful albums (including Flow Goes The Universe for Eno’s latterday label All Saints). The fact that Laraaji’s other main occupation is working as a laughter therapist reminds us of the higher purpose – at once practical and mystical – behind Radiance. This is music for healing and making whole.   

Sunday, October 16, 2022

best albums and tracks 2021

Directors cut of blurbs for Pitchfork end of year albums + tracks

 Dry Cleaning

New Long Leg

One way to hear New Long Leg is as a cringe-tinged dramedy, like Fleabag or Girls, with Florence Shaw as the performer who knows exactly how to deliver her own script. This album is unlikely to win a Grammy but it really ought to get Emmys for writing and acting. The lyrics infest your brain with quotables that reverberate for days, but more than the words it’s the intonation that’s so funny and so heartbreaking: the grudging cadences, the way she can inject an unreadable alloy of earnest and ironic into an inanity like “I can rebuild.” The English expression “browned off” perfectly captures Shaw’s affect, a deadpan flatness that damps down the post-punky backing whenever it threatens to get too epic. The self-portrait painted here is of a burned-out shell drifting numbly through a life that senselessly accumulates irritations, humiliations, discomforts, chores, and interpersonal skirmishes, offset by the tiny comforts of Twix bars and artisanal treats. There’s a personal dimension to the inner emptiness (a sapping break-up), but because New Long Leg’s release fortuitously coincided with the depressive pall that swept over the world thanks to lockdown,  Shaw’s interiority synced up perfectly with exterior conditions. It’s no coincidence that the most exciting rock record in years is about the inability to feel excitement. Timing and talent converged to make Shaw not just a voice of a generation, but a truth-teller distilling how it feels to be alive right now: “Every day is a dick”. *

                                                                                              

Oneohtrix Point Never, Elizabeth Fraser

“Tales from the Trash Stratum”

The original “Trash Stratum” on 2020’s Magic Oneohtrix Point Never entwined distortion and euphony in fairly familiar Dan Lopatin fashion. This year’s drastic reinvention lovingly collages ‘80s production motifs: pizzicato string-flutters as fragrant as Enya, blobs of reverb-smudged piano that evoke Harold Budd, high-toned pings of bass that could be The Blue Nile or Seventeen Seconds Cure. It’s like Lopatin is a bowerbird building a glittering nest to attract a mate – and succeeds in reeling in the onetime Cocteau Twin.  Fraser’s contributions -  ASMR-triggering wisps of sibilant breath, chirruping syllables from a disintegrated lullaby – are closer to a diva’s warm-up exercises than an actual aria, and sometimes you long for her to take full-throated flight into song.  But it’s lovely to hear the Goth goddess brought into the glitchy 21st Century.     


    * a mishearing but a righteous one, I insist                                                                                                                                

Sunday, October 2, 2022

Never Mind the Ballots (the Pitchfork Songs and Albums of the 1990s Lists)

I contributed some entries to the Pitchfork Best Albums of the 1990s and Best Songs of the 1990s  - Oval Diskont 94 and Massive Attack Blue Lines in the long-players, My Bloody Valentine's "Only Shallow" in the short-players.

(I was taken aback really that the selectorate didn't go for "Soon" and "To Here Knows When" as the MBV Peaks of that decade. Or even "Loomer". Still, I'm hardly going to spurn an opportunity to hymn Loveless again, am I?)

Talking about selectorates (which was unusually large with this vote, I believe)...  the selection process is two-fold with these P-fork lists. 

First round, you pick your 50 Faves. If you don't see your fave in the list already, you can add it (thereby fractionally increasing the chance some other selector might pick it too). This stage of the voting is pretty close to one's very own absolute faves, although a low-key, by-default sort of tactical voting  tends to seep into the process, in so far as I didn't pick some of my actual faves because they just seemed not to have a snowflake's chance in hell of getting through. I mean, Sacred's "Do It Together" is not going to make the final cut, is it? Nor Goldseal Tribe "Living Lonely". Nor anything by the Mover, Miro or Reign. So there's a little bit of preliminary sifting that takes place here, I should imagine it's the same with the other voters participating.   

Second stage involves this huge mass of preferences getting boiled down by invisible hands into a sort of proto-consensus Long List - still a very large number of candidates - and it's out of this squad that you make another and final selection. (For some reason at this stage we were encouraged to select 100 singles rather than 50).  Here's where some serious tactical voting took place, at least on my part. (Why bother? I honestly can't tell you! I've yet to outgrow these impulses, is all I can say.) Funnily enough, though, some things that I never considered on the first round, thinking them too marginal, actually popped up in this narrowed selection of top tracks and tunes.  E.g. Double 99, "Ripgroove". So of course these got my vote on the second ballot 

Here is the first round ballot of mine for song/track (as you can see I actually overspilled the Fifty) 

1 Omni Trio: Renegade Snares (Foul Play VIP Mix)

2 Foul play: Open your mind (Foul Play Remix)

3 Apollo Two: Atlantis (I Need You) (LTJ Bukem Remix)

4 The House Crew: Euphoria (Nino's Dream)

5 Acen: Trip II the Moon (Pt. 1 and 2)

6 Boards of Canada: Roygbiv

 7 Orbital: Chime

 8 Nightmares on Wax: Aftermath

 9 Aaliyah: One in a Million

 10 Tricky: Aftermath

 11 Beltram: Energy Flash

 12 Blame: Music Takes You (2 Bad Mice Remix)

 13 My Bloody Valentine: To Here Knows When

 14 Prodigy: Firestarter

 15 Busta Rhymes featuring Janet: What's It Gonna Be?!

 16 My Bloody Valentine: Soon

17 New Radicals: You Get What You Give

 18 Urban Shakedown: Some Justice

 19 LFO: LFO

 20 Dem 2: Destiny (Sleepless)

 21 Seefeel: Time To Find Me

 22 Second Phase: Mentasm

 23 Human Resource: Dominator

 24 Aphex Twin: Analogue Bubblebath

 25 Björk: Human Behavior

 26 Goldie: Angel

 27 The Prodigy: Charly

 28 Aphex Twin: Alberto Balsam

 29 Slowdive: Catch the Breeze EP / specifically "Shine"

 30 Craig Mack: Flava in Ya Ear

 31 Aaliyah: Are You That Somebody

 32 Beenie Man: Who Am I: 

33 Future Sound of London Papua New Guinea

 34 Cypress Hill: How I Could Just Kill a Man

 35 Goldie: Inner City Life

 36 Missy Elliott: The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)

 37 Cypress Hill: Latin Lingo

 38 World of Twist: Sons of the Stage

 39 The Chemical Brothers (ft. Noel Gallagher): Setting Sun

 40 Liz Phair: Fuck and Run

 41 Cypress Hill: Insane in the Brain

 42 LL Cool J: Mama Said Knock You Out

 43 Primal Scream: Higher Than the Sun

 44 The Prodigy: Breathe

 45 Jane's Addiction: Stop!

 46 Saint Etienne: Avenue

 47 Jane's Addiction: Been Caught Stealing

 48 DJ Shadow: Midnight In a Perfect World

 49 TLC: Waterfalls

 50 Edwyn Collins: A Girl Like You

overspilling -  

51 Elastica: Connection

 52 Alice in Chains: Would?

 53 Deee: Lite - Groove Is in the Heart

 54 The Breeders: Cannonball

 55 Ice Cube: It Was a Good Day

 56 Busta Rhymes: Dangerous

57 Pulp: Common People

 58 Britney Spears: Baby One More Time

 59 Fatboy Slim: Praise You

 60 The Verve: Bitter Sweet Symphony

 61 Public Enemy: 911 Is a Joke

 62 Missy Elliott featuring Nas, Eve and Q-Tip: Hot Boyz

 63 Aphex Twin: Windowlicker

 64 Naughty by Nature: O.P.P.

 65 Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit

 66 Wreckx-n-Effect: Rump Shaker

 67 My Bloody Valentine: Only Shallow


And here is the second round, winnowed-down selection of songs / tracks 


1 Omni Trio: Renegade Snares (Foul Play VIP Mix)

2 The House Crew: Euphoria (Nino's Dream)

3 Aaliyah: One in a Million

4 Boards of Canada: Roygbiv

5 New Radicals: You Get What You Give

6 Blame: Music Takes You (2 Bad Mice Remix)

7 Acen: Trip II the Moon (Pt. 1 and 2)

8 Tricky: Aftermath

9 Beltram: Energy Flash

10 Urban Shakedown: Some Justice

11 Orbital: Chime

12 My Bloody Valentine: Soon

13 Aaliyah: Are You That Somebody

14 Beenie Man: Who Am I

15 The Stone Roses: I Wanna be Adored

16 Prodigy: Firestarter

17 Liz Phair: Fuck and Run

18 Prefab Sprout: Wild Horses

19 Björk: Human Behavior

20 Craig Mack: Flava in Ya Ear

21 Missy Elliott: The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)

22 LL Cool J: Mama Said Knock You Out

23 Liz Phair: Divorce Song

24 The Future Sound of London: Papua New Guinea

25 Cypress Hill: Insane in the Brain

26 Pulp: Common People

27 Blackstreet ft. Dr. Dre: No Diggity

28 The Breeders: Cannonball

29 Juvenile ft. Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne: Back That Azz Up

30 The Verve: Bitter Sweet Symphony

31 Double 99: Ripgroove

32 Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit

33 Busta Rhymes: Put Ya Hands Where My Eyes Can See

34 Goldie: Inner City Life

35 Stardust: Music Sounds Better With You

36 Outkast: Elevators (Me & You)

37 Orbital: Halcyon On + On

38 Artful Dodger ft. Craig David: Re-Rewind

39 Public Enemy: Welcome to the Terrordome

40 Green Velvet: Flash

41 TLC: Waterfalls

42 Primal Scream: Higher Than the Sun

43 The La's: There She Goes

44 Blur: Girls & Boys

45 Smashing Pumpkins: 1979

46 k.d. lang: Constant Craving

47 Destiny's Child: Bills, Bills, Bills

48 Björk: Army of Me

49 Naughty by Nature: O.P.P.

50 Ice Cube: It Was a Good Day 

51 Beck: Loser 

52 Destiny's Child: Say My Name 

53 Britney Spears: Baby One More Time 

54 Deee-Lite: Groove Is in the Heart 

55 Elastica: Connection 

56 DJ Zinc: Super Sharp Shooter 

57 DMX: Ruff Ryders Anthem 

58 Alice in Chains: Would? 

59 K.P. & Envyi: Swing My Way 

60 Missy Elliott ft, Nas, Eve and Q-Tip: Hot Boyz 

61 Busta Rhymes: Woo-Hah!! Got You All In Check 

62 PJ Harvey: Rid of Me 

63 Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg: Still D.R.E. 

64 Crystal Waters: Gypsy Woman

65 Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg: Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang  

66 DJ Shadow: Midnight In a Perfect World  

67 Massive Attack: Unfinished Sympathy  

68 Warren G, Nate Dogg: Regulate 

69 Robin S.: Show Me Love 

70 Ginuwine: Pony 

71 Björk: Hyperballad  

72 Dr. Dre, Eminem: Forgot About Dre  

73 Weezer: Undone (The Sweater Song)  

74 Isolée: Beau Mot Plage

 75 My Bloody Valentine: When You Sleep

 76 Brandy, Monica: The Boy Is Mine

 77 Mazzy Star: Fade Into You

 78 Snap: I Got The Power

79 My Bloody Valentine: Only Shallow

 80 Nirvana: Heart Shaped Box

 81 Julee Cruise: Falling

 82 My Bloody Valentine: Sometimes

 83 Daft Punk: Around the World

 84 Aphex Twin: Windowlicker

 85 Cutty Ranks: Limb By Limb

 86 TLC: No Scrubs

 87 Le Tigre: Deceptacon

 88 Björk: Venus as a Boy

 89 P.M. Dawn: Set Adrift on Memory Bliss

 90 Ghost Town DJs: My Boo

 91 Portishead: Sour Times

 92 Björk: Jóga

 93 Utah Saints: Something Good

 94 The Sundays: Here's Where the Story Ends

 95 Korn: Freak On A Leash

 96 2Pac: Dear Mama

 97 Madonna: Vogue

 98 Harvey Danger: Flagpole Sitta

 99 Dawn Penn: You Don't Love Me (No, No, No)

 100 The KLF: 3 a.m. Eternal (Live at the S.S.L.)

 101 Spice Girls: Wannabe

 102 SWV: Right Here 

103 The Notorious B.I.G.: Hypnotize 

104 The Offspring: Self Esteem 

105 Underworld: Born Slippy (Nuxx) 

106 SWV: Weak



Albums now - here is the first round ballot o' mine


1 Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works 85-92

2 Tricky: Maxinquaye

3 Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works Volume II

4 LFO: Frequencies

5 Boards of Canada: Music Has The Right To Children

6 Liz Phair: Exile in Guyville

7 Ultramarine: Every Man and Woman Is A Star

8 Wagon Christ: Throbbing Pouch

9 Omni Trio: The Deepest Cut, Vol.1

10 Saint Etienne: Foxbase Alpha

11 Seefeel: Polyfusia

12 Insides: Euphoria

13 My Bloody Valentine: Loveless

14 Pulp: Different Class

15 Massive Attack: Blue Lines

16 World of Twist: Quality Street

17 Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott: Supa Dupa Fly

18 Björk: Debut

19 Public Enemy: Fear of a Black Planet

20 Roni Size/Reprazent: New Forms

21 Kraftwerk: The Mix

22 Goldie: Timeless

23 Saint Etienne: So Tough

24 Morrissey: Vauxhall and I

25 Oval: 94 Diskont

26 Portishead: Dummy

27 Seefeel: Quique

28 Pulp: His n Hers

29 Björk: Post

30 Prefab Sprout: Jordan: The Comeback

31 Stereolab: Mars Audiac Quintet

32 Herbert: Around the House

33 Pulp: This Is Hardcore

34 Cypress Hill: Black Sunday

35 Stereolab: Emperor Tomato Ketchup

36 The 6ths: Wasps' Nests

37 Radiohead: OK Computer

38 Stereolab: Transient Random-Noise Bursts With Announcements

39 PJ Harvey: Dry

40 Basement Jaxx: Remedy

41 Elastica: Elastica

42 Busta Rhymes: When Disaster Strikes

43 Björk: Homogenic

44 Kirstin Hersh: Hips and Makers

45 Destiny's Child: The Writing's on the Wall

46 Busta Rhymes: The Coming

47 Daft Punk: Homework

48 GZA: Liquid Swords

49 Busta Rhymes: Extinction Level Event

50 Pavement: Slanted and Enchanted


And the second and final votes for album, taken from the reduced-in-number consensus squad. Now here an interesting thing happens which is that I start running out of real faves (my own abfavs having been taken out of contention, you see). So I start drifting into "approve of" criteria, or have some other metric of solidarity or tangential reason to support (see if you can spot which artist is in there really only because a 4 Hero remix made me fall for that particular song and come to greatly appreciate the remixee's own skills of storytelling and delivery. But in truth the album from which said remixed track hails I only heard this year!).

Truthfully, from number 23 onwards in this second shorter shortlist, it's often the case that the singles off the album, perhaps even just one track on it, are the reason it's included (Aaliyah is for the title track obviously - and "If Your Girl Only Knew" which is decent). Other times there might be another album  (or albums) by the same artist that I much much prefer, but since the selectorate has gone for it, I've lent it the support. 

1 Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works 85-92

2 Tricky: Tricky: Maxinquaye

3 Liz Phair: Exile in Guyville

4 Boards of Canada: Music Has the Right to Children

5 Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works Volume II

6 Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott: Supa Dupa Fly

7 Pulp: Different Class

8 Public Enemy: Fear of a Black Planet

9 Cypress Hill: Black Sunday

10 My Bloody Valentine: Loveless

11 Massive Attack: Blue Lines

12 Oval: 94 Diskont

13 Goldie: Timeless

14 Roni Size/Reprazent: New Forms

15 Björk: Post

16 Destiny's Child: The Writing's on the Wall

17 Stereolab: Emperor Tomato Ketchup

18 Prefab Sprout: Jordan: The Comeback

19 Dr. Dre: The Chronic

20 Elastica: Elastica

21 Pavement: Slanted and Enchanted

22 Radiohead: OK Computer

23 DMX: It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

24 Beck: Odelay

25 Portishead: Dummy

26 GZA: Liquid Swords

27 U2: Achtung Baby

28 Nirvana: Nevermind

29 PJ Harvey: Rid Of Me

30 Wu-Tang Clan: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

31 DJ Shadow: Endtroducing

32 OutKast: ATLiens

33 Nirvana: In Utero

34 De La Soul: De La Soul Is Dead

35 Daft Punk: Homework

36 Aaliyah: One in a Million

37 Bone Thugs n-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal

38 The KLF: Chill Out

39 Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes

40 Teenage Fanclub: Bandwagonesque

41 Primal Scream: Screamadelica

42 Aphex Twin: Richard D. James Album

43 Ice Cube: Death Certificate

44 The Beta Band: The 3 EPs

45 Juvenile: 400 Degreez

46 Scarface: The Diary

47 Tortoise: Millions Now Living Will Never Die

48 Le Tigre: Le Tigre

49 Slint: Spiderland

50 Main Source: Breaking Atoms


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Looking at these ballots again, some glaring and unaccountable omissions inevitably emerge - most notably the absence of A Guy Called Gerald's Black Secret Technology and several of the 12-inch releases on Juice Box.


Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Pitchfork 2020 album of year / track of year blurbs

 Beatriz Ferreyra, “Echos”

Argentinian composer Beatriz Ferreyra is renowned for the disorienting spatiality and shapeshifting abstraction of her electronic and tape-based work.  Which is why the human scale and raw intimacy of “Echos” startles so. Recorded in 1978, but released for the first time this year via Lawrence English’s Room40 label, the piece is woven entirely from the voice of Ferreyra’s niece Mercedes Connu, who died in a car accident. Snippets from Latin American popular songs and non-verbal sounds like breathing and coughing are cloaked in reverb, multiplied into a choir-of-one, or juddered with manual shakes of the tape. In places, the young woman’s voice flickers and trembles with playful delight, sounding impossibly alive. At other points, the melted murmurs and shimmered syllables feel soothing and psalm-like – as though the girl’s ghost is mourning herself.  Listening to “Echos” is as poignant as stumbling upon a roadside shrine of flowers, candles and photos left by family and friends at the site of a collision. Ferreyra goes beyond creating a memorial to Mercedes, though: she defies Death itself and resurrects her lost dear one as an aural apparition. Heard at any time in the four decades since its making, “Echos” would be touching. But in a year like the one we’ve endured and that is not done with us yet, it breaks your heart. 


Burna Boy, Twice As Tall

Back in the 20th Century, we imagined the music of the next millennium as a harsh, mechanistic grind or an overdriven frenzy of twitchy glitches.  Afrobeats is a prime example of the future-pop that actually transpired, a hyper-digital sound far easier and oozier on the ear.  As befits an artist obsessed with being a superhero, Burna Boy’s music is thoroughly posthuman: much of its super-sweet succulence comes from the way the singer’s lilting cadences and sinuous melodies mesh with Auto-Tune to exquisitely tremulous and twinkly effect. Rhythmically, his Afro-fusion concept is outward-facing, connecting Lagos to Kingston, Atlanta, New York, and London.  The historical sweep of the music is equally broad, not simply focused on this-minute sounds but drawing across several decades for influences and collaborators, the latter ranging from ancestral icon Youssou N’Dour, through Nineties legends like Timbaland, Diddy, and Naughty By Nature, to more recent stars like Stormzy.  Lyrically, Burna muses on fame, destiny, striving, and, on “Monsters You Made”, the legacy of colonialism in Nigeria. But these Fela-like or Marley-esque moments tend to melt into the glide and glisten of the sound. “I no be politician / Me no like no politics”, Burna admits, and that rings true. Twice as Tall ultimately triumphs not so much for its substance as for its shimmering surface - a landslide victory for the politics of pleasure.




Sunday, April 11, 2021

Pitchfork album of year and track of year / album of decade and track of decade (i.e. 2010s) blurbs (director's cut versions)

ALBUMS + TRACKS OF THE 2010s 

Future, DS2  (2015)

Future’s consistency works to his disadvantage – the decade’s relentless stream of albums and mixtapes can feel like a level plane. DS2 is manifestly some kind of peak, though, in quality and mainstream impact.  The album works as a microcosm of Future’s career: fixated in themes and mood, a steady accumulation of dirge upon dirge sustaining his bleak vision of joyless hedonism. Ambient music, almost, if the beats – mostly Metro Boomin here – didn’t hit with such pummeling physicality. Memorable images flash up now and then: the codeine urine of  “Thought It Was A Drought”, the literal money-laundering of “Blood On the Money.” But Future is not a lyrical MC in the tradition upheld today by Kendrick Lamar. He’s a voice more than a writer, shines as texture rather than text – and his most crucial accomplice was engineer Seth Firkins (RIP), the Auto-Tune wizard who coated Future’s bleary croon in a hundred subtle shades of digital grit.  A plateau of pleasure-pain, DS2 finally breaks loose with the closer “F*ck Up Some Commas”: an anthem of ecstatic indifference, Future squandering money and life-force over Southside & DJ Spinz’s slow-mo stampede. The third verse, where Future chops his vocal against the beat like a deejay slashing the cross-fader, is one of the decade’s most thrilling and purely musical moments.


Rae Sremmurd featuring Gucci Mane, “Black Beatles” (2016)

Calling yourself a rock star became a rap meme this decade – it simultaneously affirmed hip hop’s centrality in the culture, laid claim to an inheritance of artistic grandiosity, and turned decadence into an aspirational ideal. Despite strong bids from Kanye and “Future Hendrix”, despite Post Malone literalizing it into numbing cliché, Rae Sremmurd own the idea for all time thanks to “Black Beatles”. Propelled to #1 off the back of the Mannequin Challenge YouTube craze,  it truly deserved the top spot for its unusual sound and magical mystical mood.  Mike WiLL Made-It’s loping beat and haunting synth conjure a feeling of floaty suspension, which probably then triggered the lyric-concept and its sense of having stepped through the looking glass into a dreamworld of super-fame.  There’s something strangely pure-hearted about the fey sighing way Swae Lee murmurs lines like “quick release the cash watch it fall slowly” – as though Sremmurd have somehow gone through the excess of lust and ego and now levitate serenely, above it all,  “nothing to explain”.  In a song crammed with great lines, Slim Jxmmi sees off Lee and guest Gucci Mane with his kicker “me and Paul McCartney related.” The impudence is adorable, the hubris hilarious…. and yet “Black Beatles” really is a psychedelic pearl as radiant as “Rain.”


Tinashe feat. ScHoolboy Q,  “2 On” (2014)

DJ Mustard dominated rap radio in the first half of this decade with hits for the likes of YG and Tyga. But the LA producer’s finest moment was this ratchet & B  beauty, which streamed out of car speakers like shimmering strands of honey all through 2014. Kicking off with the famous “Mustard on the beat, hoe”  tag and deftly weaving in his other audio-logo (marching marines chanting “hey”),  the beat is widescreen and intricately sculpted. Its rhythmic components – a curling high-toned bassline that seems to whir and chime, a descending roll of pizzicato syn-drums – are so ear-catching they compete with the gorgeous vocal melody. “2 On” is Tinashe’s term for too high, intoxication chased to the edge of oblivion. The lyric ripples with references to liquor and smoke, and the song’s forthright celebration of “getting faded till we trip” may well have contributed to it only reaching #24 on Billboard. (That and a  salacious feature from ScHoolboy Q, adding sex to the drugs-drink combo). “Live fast die young that’s my choice”  does sound nihilistic, admittedly. But the sensual slur to the way Tinashe lingers over the chorus “I luuuuu to get 2 on” is joyous and life-affirming, a million miles from the deadened hedonism of so much trap. Dissolution has never sounded so delicious.

David Bowie, Blackstar (2016)

Bowie was sometimes accused of being calculating.  He even made that criticism of himself -  remember “never did anything out of the blue” on “Ashes to Ashes”?  But the personality trait served Bowie triumphantly when it came to stage-managing his exit as an artist: a public adieu that comprised not just Blackstar, with its bold music, perfect title, stunning artwork, and startling videos, but the play Lazarus and the box set Nothing Has Changed. Even the timing was immaculate, Blackstar coming out two days before his death. As pop’s greatest self-dramatist, he doubtless felt he owed his audience a consummate denouement. But you also get the sense from Blackstar that Bowie felt free of  obligations,  able to explore and experiment to his art’s content. Unlike the preceding album The Next DayBlackstar betrays zero concern for radio play or other worldly metrics of success. The cutting edges dominate, with a sound-palette steeped in lifelong loves like jazz and brief passions like drum and bass. An early hero, who himself ventured far from chart pop, also looms large: Scott Walker.  But although the urgent desire to break new ground rather than revisit familiar pathways is palpable, almost inevitably flickers from across Bowie’s vast past appear here and there.  The harmonica texture from Low’s “A New Career In A New Town” , for instance, rematerializes on the closing “I Can’t Give Everything Away”. That title could be read as  Bowie affirming the value of mystique. It’s notable that he never wrote a memoir -  a rare act of superstar tact.  Yet while Blackstar’s words are oblique, vocally and emotionally Bowie has rarely seemed more achingly exposed. Time will tell if this final statement ranks with the several peaks of the 1970s. But the opening title track is certainly one of the strangest and strongest things Bowie ever made.  The glassy-grey waver of his voice sounds like he’s already a ghost. The  refrain “I’m a blackstar” serves as a chilling image for the extinction of personality, but also hints at the way  icons fascinate long after they’ve expired, just like black holes emit radiation.  “Something happened on the day he died” goes another line in the song – again, Bowie seems to look ahead to the sheer Event that was January 10th 2016 and, like the careful planner that he was, prepares us for the feeling that part of the sky’s gone out.


Vampire Weekend, Contra  (2010)

Vampire Weekend’s 2008 debut offended the punk-minded with its Wes Anderson-like vignettes of upper class life. Upping the ante, Contra took its title from Nicaragua’s CIA-backed right-wing paramilitaries - a witty inversion of The Clash’s Sandinista, named in tribute that country’s socialist government.  Contra amplifies and exacerbates all the aspects of Vampire Weekend that trad indie rock fans associated with la contrarrevolución –the dainty details, the blithe bounciness, the preppy smartness, the clever-clever references. Polishing the debut’s demo-like sound, Contra set its sights on the charts. Drum machines merge with hand-played rhythm, digital reverb lends a slightly canned quality to proceedings, and, on the mad sprint of “California English,” Ezra Koenig’s already buttery voice is buffed to a slick Auto-Tune sheen.   What Contra does share with Sandinista is the later Clash’s outward-facing perspective and yen for border-crossing hybridity. The instrumental palette includes rebolo, zabumba, and shereke,  and no, I don’t know what those are either. But these exotic borrowings read less like rhythms-of-resistance solidarity and more like liberal-elite tourism. The album’s supreme fusion-cuisine triumph is “Diplomat’s Son”, a seamless melange of Caribbean rhythm, Morrissey, Michael Nyman-style minimalism, and 1940s vocal harmonies. While it’s tempting to read the title as yet another Clash reference (Strummer sang like a gutternsipe but his dad worked for the British Foreign Service), it comes from a Koenig short story about boarding school and has nothing to do with Rostam Batmanglij’s lyric about gay sexual initiation. What does it all add up to? Whose side are Vampire Weekend on anyway? It’s hard to care when the sound is this captivating and the words dance with the melodies so attractively.


2018 albums + tracks of the year

 Travis Scott, Astroworld

Young people have loved Travis Scott for years now. So have radio programmers. 2018 was when Informed Opinion woke up to his sound-design skills. The standard accusation previously directed at Scott – more convenor of other talents than talent in his own right – was abruptly retired. That curatorial networking flair is actually still in evidence on Astroworld, which recruits everyone from Stevie Wonder to the ghost of Notorious B.I.G. But what’s striking about the album is how it all sounds like Travis Scott: the host rarely gets over-shadowed by the guests, the broth is not spoiled by the ridiculous number of cooks. “Sicko Mode” splits its song publishing between 30 names and involves six producers, but still triumphs as the album’s banger (albeit one that comes in three parts). Stereo-panning growls and vocals like anesthetic gas seeping under the door in a Sixties spy movie make “5 % Tint” another killer. Doubts persist about Travis ever becoming the Kanye-level major artist he craves to be. Rarely memorable, the lyrics mostly traffic in hollow-inside hedonism only a notch above Post Malone’s shtick. But you don’t turn to Scott for insights into our contemporary decadence, you come for the exquisitely intricate ear-candy: queasy stereo-sculpted effects, dilated smears of texture, startling vocal treatments.  More about mood than meaning, Scott’s music is a glistening vapor that fills your headphones or car interior with cocooning unreality.  File under ‘ambient’.

-        Migos, “Stir Fry” 

Compared with the preceding Culture II single “MotorSport”, whose wafting ethereality pointed to a new post-trap direction for their sound, “Stir Fry” is Migos playing by old skool rules - and winning. Originally made for T.I. but never used, Pharrell’s beat dates to 2008; its feel harks back further still, recalling the raw funk of Neptunes productions like Mystikal’s “Shake Ya Ass”. Running through the whole of “Stir Fry” is a nagging ear-worm that’s positively primordial: a whistling motif based on an organ lick from Mohawks’s 1968 R&B tune “The Champ,” already sampled hundreds of times in hip hop. Riding the loping, breakbeat-like groove, Takeoff, Offset and Quavo reel off references to fast-food chains whose downhome cheapness contrasts with the more typical litany of namechecks for expensive foreign watches and cars. But that just fits the contradictory aspiration expressed in Quavo’s Auto-crooned hook: the wish and the vow to “still be real and famous.” 2018 was the year Migos became a meme: parodied in a SNL sketch, celebrity guests on James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke. They exist now somewhere between Street and Simulacrum, turning snapshots of vice and viciousness into blithe and buoyant entertainment. The tongue-twisting, lip-smacking assonance of this irresistible single’s chorus -  “in the kitchen wrist-twistin’ like it’s stir fry” - makes crack preparation seem as harmless and wholesome as a cooking show.  

(NB "Stir Fry" is my 19th favorite track on Culture II)


Aphex Twin, “T69 Collapse”

It’s hard to think of another electronic artist who’s enjoyed a late-career rejuvenation like Richard D. James’s. Instead of glum self-plagiarizing stagnation, his artistic middle age has been a sustained eruption of  surprise and delight. Continuing the recent run that includes Syro and Computer Controlled Acoustic Instruments, the Collapse EP bursts its skin with ripening creativity: a feeling of panoply and plenitude caught in the vocal snippet that promises to lead the listener to “the land of abundance”. Opener “T69 Collapse” is a fitting herald of the richness within. It starts with the whispery crispness of intricately edited beats, skidding and slipping like a tap-dancer on an oily floor: a flashback to the serene frenzy of late-Nineties drill and bass, when James and his IDM comrades strove to beat jungle at its own breakbeat game. But things get really interesting mid-song, when the collapse referenced in the title occurs: a juddering tumble of drums that feels like an astrophysical rupture, Time itself swirling down the cosmic plughole. The tune then pulls itself together like reverse-film of an explosion, gliding out with feverishly dainty beat-work offset by an archetypally Aphex pensive melody, daubed in milky synth so tonally smeared it feels like your ears are being pulled out of focus. 27 years into a recording career and approaching his life’s half-century mark, James exhibits a limber vitality and an evergreen joy in creation that’s as remarkable as it is enviable.

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2019 albums + tracks of the year

slowthai

Nothing Great About Britain

Brexit broke Britain, fast-rewinding the country to the ‘70s, when it first joined Europe and last seemed this close to collapse. Perhaps that’s why slowthai, a grime MC from the nowheresville dead-center of England, often feels so punk. Publicity stunts like brandishing Boris Johnson’s decapitated head at a music-biz awards ceremony can’t help but recall the Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious gets an explicit namecheck on one song, and there’s even a sample from an ancient doc about glue-sniffing. Elsewhere the evocations are early millennial:  the loping strings-propelled beat on “Drug Dealer” could be The Streets, there’s a reference to Dizzee Rascal. These echoes might add up to deja vu if it weren’t for slowthai’s outsize personality and razor eye. From the touching Tupac-like tribute to his single mom on “Northampton’s Child” to the teen miscreant memoir “North Nights”, he’s got a way with words. But it’s the waywardness of his delivery that really grabs. Sounding (and looking) like a cross between a grimacing gargoyle and an impish  urchin, he lurches from side to side of the groove, like a very drunk man approaching on a sidewalk – you flinch but you also lean in to hear what’s got him so agitated. Even more than calling Her Majesty the C-word, slowthai’s mangling of the Queen’s English is his true feat of treason. 


Billie Eilish, “Bad Guy”

On the radio, “Bad Guy” jumps out by not jumping out the speakers. The volume seems to drop and the song pulls the listener in close, making you strain to catch the breath braided so exquisitely by Billie and co-producing brother Finneas. A pop miniaturist who shuns large canvas displays of vocal acrobatics, Eilish skirts the edge of inaudible to invent a new kind of subdued sass. Her virtuosity resides in tone and texture – the delicious derision of “duh”, the way she smudges consonants and crumbles vowels in her mouth like flaky pastry. Apart from the occasional deliberately unsubtle effect, like the juddering digital croak on the chorus, it’s an artfully crafted illusion of intimacy. “Bad Guy” is a crawlspace of a track that feels like it’s made of the same whispery fabric as Billie’s voice:  clicks, whirrs, fingersnap flurries and ear-tickling sounds purpose-built for ASMR tingles. Furtive and nimble, the beat moves just like the lines about “creeping around like no one knows” on “tippy toes”. The intricate weave of mids make for earbud intimacy, but the bass, when it hits, has the dancefloor heft of trap. As for Eilish’s jaded Goth-pop shtick, those who can only remember being teenage might smile at lines like “my soul? So cynical.” But for the actual teens who’ve followed her rise from TikTok to chart top (she’s the first person born in the 21st Century to reach #1), Eilish captures the tender mess of being young and alive.