BEST OF 2018: Part 3 – 10-1

With the festivities receding, it’s time to conclude my little round up of the finest music of the past twelve months. As with the first two posts, there are links within the paragraph or very obvious ‘Listen’ options next to the final list at the bottom of the post. Happy New Year to you and yours!

It was not an immediate winner in my book. The concept intrigued me but an overpriced RSD 12″ coupled with a dodgy, coloured vinyl release had the hackles up. I wonder if I might have fallen in love fairly rapidly if Number 10: ‘Lump by Lump had been an album I was reviewing, shorn of commercial concerns? A couple of aborted attempts to get it on the turntable later, followed by some less than fully-engaged Spotify streams, and I’d established I quite liked it but that it wasn’t anything all that special. And then I just happened to put it on at the right time, travelling through rural West Wales in the gloaming. It suddenly made perfect sense and its looseness and brevity became strengths rather than sources of criticism. The incessant drone that connects the tracks is a neat touch, but it’s the use of texture and space that really sets this album apart. The mellifluous chorus of ‘May I Be The Light’ seems to come from nowhere, Mike Lindsay of Tunng’s simmering electronic burbles accompanying Laura Marling’s vocal and the different parts seeming to fall out of sync towards the song’s conclusion. A bizarrely wonderful record which perfectly highlights how the instant fix culture of streaming doesn’t serve some music well at all. (Tunng’s 2018 record, ‘Songs You Make At Night’, is also well worth a listen.)

A late surge from Number 9: ‘Golden Hour by Kacey Musgraves saw it leap into the top ten after getting plenty of plays during a difficult few weeks towards the end of the year. I wasn’t familiar with her previous work but the press campaign on this one was top drawer and it got favourable notices in all the right places. Not without merit, it must be said, and this pop-country crossover is frequently majestic. The lulling opener ‘Slow Burn’ is a near-perfect piece of music and there’s plenty more of this seemingly effortless melodic sheen across what follows. I adore ‘Butterflies’ for its up/down chorus line, ‘Happy & Sad’ is a wonderfully excitable but melancholic singalong, ‘Wonder Woman’ has the most fantastically nonchalant hook and ‘High Horse’ evokes a sense of late-Nineties pop nostalgia. It is, to use a well-worn cliche, like listening to a Greatest Hits album. However good the PR campaign might have been, the reason people are still playing this record so much is its consistently brilliant songs. A joyous surprise.

It’s rare but not impossible for a long-standing band you’ve always liked to suddenly pull an album out the bag which has that magical something else that elevates it above their past work. Such is the case with Number 8: ‘There’s A Riot Going On by Yo La Tengo. Now, I’m well aware that there are plenty of great albums in their catalogue – I own them – but they’d never quite clicked in that ‘I must play this over and over all week long’ kind of way prior to this one. It’s a curious beast, shifting across Velvets jangle through pillowy, jazz-tinged electronic drones into skittering Nineties indie. Opener ‘You Are Here’ is a luscious, enveloping embrace, while ‘For You Too’ sounds like its bleeding through from the next stage. The disorientating nature of ‘Forever’ typifies the increasingly disparate feeling of the second half of the record and the final track, ‘Here You Are’, feels a little like Virginia Astley with added acoustic guitar and laconic percussion. Yo La Tengo have always been beloved of music writers, with a hardcore following to accompany them. This one has the potential to pull in listeners from further afield.

Rather more critically revered this time out than last is Number 7: No Shame‘ by Lily Allen. I really, really love Lily Allen’s music. The debut isn’t perfect but it shows such promise and is the musical equivalent of particularly intelligent people who speak really fast because their brain is flitting all over the place, just with hooks and genre switches. The follow up, ‘It’s Not Me, It’s You’ pretty much is perfect. It was my album of the year back in 2009 and I would still rather listen to it than anything else released at that time. ‘The Fear’, ‘22′, ‘Never Gonna Happen’, Who’d Have Known’ and the rest, frankly, are beautifully realised bangers. It was always going to be tricky to follow up and so it proved. The reasons have been addressed in her recent autobiography, ‘My Thoughts Exactly’, but ‘Sheezus’ was hit and miss, and definitely more the latter. However, ‘No Shame’, at least partly built on the premise that the label couldn’t give a shit so she may as well just do what she wants, is right back in that mercurial groove driven by a truly great musical mind. The incessant genre hopping, inch perfect featured artists and raw honesty make for a stirring listen. It’s hard to think of many other artists for whom the tracks ‘Apples’ and ‘Trigger Bang’ would or could appear on the same album, but it all works. ‘Three’ is a straight-forward heartbreaker while ‘My One‘ has the kind of twisting, slinky-on-the-stairs melodic progression that is such a hallmark of Allen’s work. On the off chance you’ve steered clear of ‘No Shame’, be sure to give it another go because it’s not what you’re expecting. No matter what you’re expecting.

The DJ previously known as Jo Good introduced me to the next artist by posting the video of ‘Tilted’ up on Twitter in January of 2016. The production was enough to win me over but the performance in the video hinted at something more. A subsequent Glastonbury set and one of those lovely campaigns where an audience just seems to naturally fall in love with an act over a period of time followed. And now, in 2018, we have Number 6: ‘Chris by Christine & The Queens. There has been wonderful writing on Héloïse Letissier around this record, topped by Laura Snapes’ quite brilliant profile for Q (Q389), genuinely taking the time to consider the artist alongside the music and branching out beyond the usual topics. ‘Chris’ is a relentlessly excellent album, in either English or French. Admittedly it makes more sense to me in the former, but I’ve enjoyed the latter plenty too. The early singles ‘Girlfriend’ and ‘Doesn’t Matter’ were fitting signs of what to expect, the Eighties soul influences inspiring rather than defining this record. Several Jacksons have clearly left their mark but irrespective of where ‘Chris’ may have come from, Christine & The Queens is a sincerely unique act within the current music scene. Watching the staid environs of Later… being thoroughly energised by a choreographed performance of that first single, one was reminded of the power of actual performance rather than performativity. ‘5 Dollars’ is just the right side of saccharine and, as a result, probably my favourite track here, while ‘Comme Si’ features lyrics showing the stepping up in confidence from the debut, ‘Chaleur Humaine’, “There’s a pride in my singing / The thickness of a new skin / I am done with belonging.” I’m genuinely excited to see what comes next.

If you’re a twat, and there are plenty of them out there, then it’s possible that you perceive popularity as a sign that something isn’t worthy. I was fascinated to see somebody on Twitter, to whose opinions I often pay attention, recently feeling the need to comment that big-selling, award-winning books can still be read for pleasure. I couldn’t imagine it ever being otherwise, but similar – normally – unintentional snobbery comes out in the music world around jazz. “Jazz for people who don’t like jazz” was used by many to describe Number 5: ‘Heaven And Earth by Kamasi Washington. You know what? It’s possible to love ‘In A Silent Way’, ‘Complete Communion’ and ‘Journey in Satchidananda’ and Heaven And Earth’, you sanctimonious pricks. In my review, I described it as “an album with soul jazz, spiritual jazz, jazz-funk, electro-soul and many more genre-busting approaches incorporated across 16 wondrous pieces, aspects of free rhythms nestling next to vintage seventies soul sounds.” It is an absolute belter that needs to be turned up loud and played over and over. It is bold and playful, ominous and sincere. It is a split message across the two parts, responding to a damaged world on the ‘Earth’ album and exploring the artist’s own view of our existence on the ‘Heaven’ set. ‘Fists Of Fury’ got everywhere, because it’s amazing, but ‘Testify’, ‘Vi Lua Vi Sol‘, ‘Street Fighter Mas’, ‘Show Us The Way’ and ‘Will You Sing’ are all similarly remarkable in their own, different ways. I doubt there are many left who haven’t heard it but are likely to give it a go, but don’t be deprived of its joys just because it’s actually sold a few copies, eh?

Having already been contented with the aforementioned Gorillaz effort ‘The Now Now’, I was genuinely surprised to learn from Mojo magazine that Damon Albarn’s so-called Brexit album, Number 4: ‘Merrie Land by The Good, The Bad & The Queen, was imminent. Where had it come from? Why that group after eleven years? Why so brief a gap from announcement to release? Who knows, but it was afforded a fairly low-key entry to the world and has sold relatively poorly compared to his catalogue. Despite all of this, the resulting record is a beautifully composed meditation on perceived patriotism, this “funny little island of mixed up people” and the truth about Merrie old England. The stream of consciousness style delivery credited to Iggy Pop took some getting used to, words written for words’ sake and melody considered at a later date. I was not fond of the title track initially for this reason, but it has since performed quite the volte face – or perhaps that was me. ‘Gun To The Head’ is, according to my review, the “out and out pop smash and it sounds like calling in for a middle-aged catch up with the ‘End Of A Century’ folk.” There’s certainly an occasional sense of Albarn checking in with the faded glories of his Nineties cast of characters, but no risk of a Damien Hirst video to follow. The most stirring track is ‘Lady Boston’, which sits at the midpoint of ‘Merrie Land’ and hails from Penrhyn Castle near Bangor. Its concluding refrain of “Dwi wrth dy gefn”, sung by Penrhyn’s own male voice choir, is Welsh for ‘I’ve got your back’. It’s a rousing reminder of the power of community from an occasional quartet that offers a compelling advert for collaboration. In a year of oppressive political dunderfuckery, it was something of a release for several worlds to collide. Tony Allen has a little more freedom than on the band’s debut but Paul Simonon remains the lithe heartbeat of this operation, exuding a warmth that gives Albarn yet another fruitful creative avenue. Not helped by a shambolic early preview on Later…, ‘Merrie Land’ has just drifted into the world. I have a feeling it will make for a very apt soundtrack to the dead of winter.

“The brainchild of an artist with a diverse record collection and an addictive love of music, Davey Newington’s stage name sits atop a wonderfully rich set of songs. Having drummed for Charlotte Church’s similarly joyous Late Night Pop Dungeon and with parents who met in the BBC National Orchestra Of Wales, his pedigree is assured.” Not a bad little summary, taken from my original review of Number 3: ‘(One) (Two) (Kung Fu!) by Boy Azooga, and thinking back I had only pitched to write about it because of a neat, but dependable, triangulation of interest from Adam Walton on BBC Radio Wales, Spillers Records and Sweet Baboo. They were, as always, on to something and as the first tracks emerged, it was pretty clear that a fairly phenomenal debut was on the horizon. The Onyeabor influence on ‘Face Behind Her Cigarette’ is both hugely welcome and utterly endearing, while ‘Losers In The Tomb’ has more than a whiff of the Super Furries about it. ‘Waitin” is an entirely spellbinding, burbling synthy explosion. I get the odd whiff of prime-Guillemots from it, and I mean that as a compliment. The whole thing pulses with energy and it is a massively addictive listen. I’ve yet to have the pleasure of seeing them live but public opinion suggests I need to put that right pretty quickly. If you need something to put a rocket up you for the new year, you won’t go wrong with this corker.

There will be some reading this who reckoned they had the top spot figured out. I suspect they were anticipating the appearance of Number 2: ‘Double Negative by Low in that final berth. It was a close run thing and I do think it was the most remarkable release of 2018, but I can only be honest! I can’t have been the only person who played the initial triptych video used to launch the record and wondered what was going on. There had been signs on 2015’s imperious ‘Ones & Sixes’, but this was all in, no regrets. In my original review, I wrote, “the search for beauty in dark times may require extra effort, but it is all the more rewarding when it emerges. When your understanding of your country is skewed by events beyond your control, how do you channel that into art? Is it as simple as writing a set of protest songs or is there another way?…The wilful mangling of melody that lies at the heart of ‘Double Negative’ is a remarkably powerful reaction and a deeply moving listen.” For some listeners, the intensity of distortion at the heart of ‘Double Negative’ has proved confusing. The temptation to perceive these songs as having been tampered with or disrupted is understandable but it really wasn’t the case that these were effects added to finished tracks, and the band didn’t want a scenario where, as Alan Sparhawk explain in an interview I did for Clash, “it’s just a song with a bunch of noise applied. Ultimately the goal was how do we come up with sounds that are the song? How do we come up with something that’s the rhythm, or does what the rhythm needs to do, but it’s not drums, not just sounds on top of what we normally do? It was something we were conscious of. It isn’t just a case of let’s try a different noise on top of it.” It’s a truly staggering record and it took quite some time to really click for me. I was perilously close to writing a very confused piece before the tenth listen did the trick. I point you in the direction of my full review for as good an appreciation of the record as I can muster and really recommend reading the full interview I did. Alan was a joy to chat with and his thoughts around the creative process genuinely added to my understanding of the record.

I have known what would top this list for a good four or five months. No other record has been played anywhere close to as many times as this one. No other record has given me so much joy, so often moved me to tears and so often made me get up and dance like a twat. It is a celebration of all that is great about music and a perspective on life from somebody who is not only a phenomenal songwriter but also columnist and author. Number 1: ‘Record by Tracey Thorn is an album about which I was immediately excited but I had not banked on it being an instant classic. Self-described as a set of “feminist bangers” and with a song like ‘Guitar’ deliciously wrong-footing the casual reviewer armed with a textbook set of preconceptions, ‘Record’ is euphorically great. It is, at times, hilarious too. “Though we kissed and kissed and kissed, you were nothing but a catalyst,” she sings on the tribute to the instrument not its owner, while ‘Babies’ includes the lines “feeding you at 3am, rocking chair at 3am, go to sleep it’s 3am, please, please. Lay your pretty head down, get the fuck to bed now.” The delivery actually adds even more, trust me. Thorn’s use of her voice has always been noteworthy and so it continues here, an emotive, soulful flexibility for the epic ‘Sister’ and a much more plaintive, front and centre frustration for the character at the heart of the social media travails in ‘Face’. The final track, ‘Dancefloor’, is a compilation staple for me and a piece of music to which I turn almost instantly when in a dark spot. Its ability to capture a moment, to convey Thorn’s love of the experience and its uncynical referencing of other massive disco smashes is restorative – “play me Good Times, Shame, Golden Years and Let The Music Play.” Amen to that. Honestly, I can’t remember when I was quite so utterly head over heels in love with a record. It is a tonic, a form of ballast, a friend.


10. Lump – Lump (Listen)

9. Kacey Musgraves – Golden Hour (Listen)

8. Yo La Tengo – There’s A Riot Going On (Listen)

7. Lily Allen – No Shame (Listen)

6. Christine & The Queens – Chris (Listen)

5. Kamasi Washington – Heaven And Earth (Listen)

4. The Good, The Bad & The Queen – Merrie Land (Listen)

3. Boy Azooga – (One) (Two) (Kung Fu!) (Listen)

2. Low – Double Negative (Listen)

1. Tracey Thorn – Record (Listen)

BEST OF 2018: Part 2 – 20-11

It’s curious how Wilco have sort of become like the latter days of Woolworths. Something warm and familiar to which one dedicates time whenever convenient but hardly essential. Dependable and tied in with many memories, a source for shock and sadness in the event of end times. Hopefully, the former are some way from their 70% off everything days, but ‘Star Wars’ and ‘Schmilco’ are albums I have in my collection without really being able to hum a note from either. This is not true, however, of Number 20: ‘Warm’ by Jeff Tweedy. As well as publishing a fine memoir, ‘Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back)’, he also delivered his finest solo effort to date and his strongest set of songs since 2011’s ‘The Whole Love’. There’s some country twang in there, ‘I Know What It’s Like’ and ‘Let’s Go Rain’, along with some plaintive croaking evoking memories of turn of the millennium Wilco, ‘Bombs Above’ and ‘How Will I Find You’. It’s an album that best suits being heard in one sitting and which bears repetition, but it’s a quiet beauty and one not to carelessly overlook under the assumption its contents are obvious.

Keen readers will have noted the absence of ‘Humanz’ from last year’s Best Of list, despite my unashamed love of all things Albarn. I didn’t get it. Still don’t. Some decent things there but it really isn’t an album. This was, perhaps, best highlighted by the ludicrous 14×12″ vinyl box set which paired each song with a bonus track, completely disrupting the flow of the record. Then came news that another album had been recorded around the same time and it had plenty of the key ingredient that had been so conspicuously absent from most of its predecessor – Damon vocals. Honestly, Number 19: ‘The Now Now’ by Gorillaz would make it into this list for ‘Souk Eye’ alone, the closing track with eighties dance stabs, a gradual ascent to an all out house crescendo that never comes and a nimble melody that I have returned to so very, very often this year. It’s easy to dismiss Albarn because of how much he puts out and the expectation that it will all be of a certain standard. And he doesn’t help himself with some of his media appearances but I think the Damon: Twat or Not Twat ship has long since sailed for anyone who cares. ‘Idaho’ is a shimmering delight, ‘Tranz’ is a flat out banger. ‘Humility’ has a tremendous, hiccuping beat and ‘Kansas’ has a light R&B strut to it. It may have been forgotten by many, but there is much to love here.

Some records defy adequate description. Some records absolutely do not suit every mood or every time of day. Some records are just obviously genius from the song titles onwards. ‘It Get Be So Swansea’ and ‘Dealing With Hoarders’ confirm that Number 18: ‘Now (In A Minute)’ by Audiobooks belongs in the third category and even a cursory listen should convince you of its credentials for the first two also. Art student and musician Evangeline Ling and wondrous producer David Wrench are an unusual pairing but it is alchemical from the off. These warped pop songs are joyously bizarre. ‘Hot Salt’, for example, is a track I like to imagine as a duet between Cassie and Sunny from ITV’s Unforgotten. Seriously, listen and see what I mean. It works, right? The aforementioned paean to the twenty-fifth largest city in the UK is a giggly, vocoder-driven mid-paced electro-pop corker and ‘Friends In The Bubble Bath’ rides high on glorious synth stabs. Just listen to it, buy it and thank me later.

Opening up like a vintage folk album and progressing with staggering attention to detail, Number 17: ‘Wanderer’ by Cat Power is a record upon which there is not a second wasted. Chan Marshall’s voice remains a visceral thrill and the largely sparse arrangements here give it the kind of platform that was missing from 2012’s variable ‘Sun‘. ‘In Your Face’ and ‘You Get’ are both twitching, percussive wonders while ‘Horizon’ is a delicate wash of shimmering sounds that is all over most of my compilations (or playlists, if we really must) from this year. A fabulously sincere cover of Rihanna’s ‘Stay’ is utterly at home in the centre of the record and the chiming piano of ‘Nothing Really Matters’ is almost hymnal. An album that already sounds like a classic.

When the promo email came through announcing a new Spiritualized album, I was impatient for the follow up dispatch with a download link. Thankfully, it wasn’t far behind and the music was, frankly, surprisingly great. I can’t have been the only one wondering if Jason Pierce had it in him to make another great album after the fits and starts of his output since the early Noughties. But Number 16: ‘And Nothing Hurt’ by Spiritualized put that worry to bed. Opening track ‘A Perfect Miracle’ was a sweeping, slow-building epic in the customary mould and it was like revisiting an old haunt and finding one of the few places that remains how you remember it. ‘I’m Your Man’ has a light swing to it while ‘Here It Goes (The Road) Let’s Go’ is a classic exercise in euphoric mantras and counterpoints that stirs the soul. Even the sax is acceptable on that. ‘On The Sunshine’ is a standard ‘everything at 70mph, into a strong wind, towards a blinding light’ cacophony and thoroughly delicious as a result. Lovely artwork too.

When I first drew up the end of year list, this album had just snuck in but its impact on me has been reignited in recent weeks thanks to a quite brilliant documentary film about the band responsible. Number 15: ‘The Blue Hour’ by Suede is a curious, unashamedly grand record and, in my review around its release, I described it as “unlikely to win Suede many new followers, but it should convince any fans of old that their vitality is restored and they are at the peak of their powers once more.” I’m not sure I can put it any better three months later, but I am adamant about its charms. ‘Life Is Golden’ is one of their very finest songs ever while ‘The Invisibles’ and ‘Flytipping’ are both majestically scored pieces that only improve with time. The aforementioned film, ‘The Insatiable Ones’, did such a fine job of traversing their career with honesty and excitement that it sent me crawling back over the entire catalogue. ‘The Blue Hour’ held up well in such company and it really does warrant some serious attention.

I wasn’t entirely sure about ‘International Blue’ at first. If 2010’s ‘Postcards From A Young Man’ was “one last shot at mass communication” (followed by two blisteringly different but equally brilliant album in ‘Rewind The Film’ and ‘Futurology’) then what the fuck was this glistening, radio-friendly pop jangle all about? It has since grown on me massively, helped considerably by witnessing it performed live in Cardiff back in May. The band were on fine form and Number 14: ‘Resistance Is Futile’ by Manic Street Preachers was a welcome return from one of my absolute favourite bands. ‘Liverpool Revisited’ is a crisp and brisk encapsulation of Nicky Wire’s love of Liverpudlians and their dignity while ‘In Eternity’ is up there with St. Vincent’s ‘New York’ on my list of excellent Bowie tributes. In my review of the record, I referred to ‘Dylan & Caitlin’, a beautifully realised pop duet featuring The Anchoress, as The Beautiful South Wales and I stand by it. They were open about aiming for a ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ feel with this track and it certainly paid off en route to this melodic triumph. ‘Broken Algorithms’ is a bit shit, but ‘Vivian’, ‘Hold Me Like A Heaven’ and ‘A Song For The Sadness’ are all prime Manics tracks and very welcome additions to the soundtrack of an obsession lasting well over twenty years now. I have been working up a piece on the ‘This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours’ reissue which will hopefully get finished fairly soon. I’ll bung it up here when it’s done.

I was originally down to review Number 13: ‘The Art Of Pretending To Swim’ by Villagers and so spent much of the summer with this as one of a select number of albums providing a very welcome soundtrack. My transformative moment with Conor O’Brien’s work came with 2016’s ‘Where Have You Been All My Life?’ I had all of his albums and had enjoyed them, but something about hearing them stripped back for those new recordings at RAK studios with some tweaked arrangements and a different sequence elevated them to a place of rare beauty and I was thoroughly smitten. That experience appears to have had some bearing on this latest effort, continuing my love affair wholeheartedly through the fizzing, fidgeting rhythms of ‘Again’, meandering melody of ‘A Trick Of The Light’ and woozy warmth of ‘Love Came With All That It Brings’. It’s a very strong set of songs and one which confirms O’Brien as quite the talent. A real joy, from start to finish.

Back in 2015, Pete Paphides’ Soho Radio show introduced me to Daniel Knox and his self-titled solo album topped my Best Of list for that year. Number 12: ‘Chasescene’ by Daniel Knox is the follow up and would likely be higher up this countdown, had it not been released at the start of this month. Irrespective of bizarre record company schedules, this is another stunning collection of songs which have little regard for genre and serve as a tremendous platform for Knox’s involving baritone. In my review for Clash, I described him as a “truly compelling presence” and picked out ‘Capitol’, with guest vocals from Jarvis Cocker, and ‘Me And My Wife’ for particular attention. The former is a curious bit of cabaret and Jarv’s delivery of “you’re nothing to me” is one of my musical highlights of 2018. The latter is “a dark narrative played straight and with a swelling conclusion that deposits ‘Chasescene’ on a locked groove.” Get me, quoting myself. Anyway, the quality does not relent and don’t let the preposterous timing of its entry into the world allow you to be deprived of its charms.

Back at the start of the year, I’d forgotten when the MOT was due and had ended up with a last minute change of plan for a ‘while you wait’ booking to avoid being illegal. Just as I was due to head out for that endeavour, the promo of Number 11: ‘Everything Is Recorded by Richard Russell’ by Everything Is Recorded landed in my inbox for review. And so, this musical box of tricks is forever entwined with a freezing but bright January afternoon, blaring in my ears as I mooched around Bath killing time. I’d already loved the early singles and the full set did not disappoint. Overseen by XL main man Richard Russell, the production style did not come as a surprise to anyone familiar with his work, especially Damon Albarn’s ‘Everyday Robots’, but the array of talent on show was remarkable. ‘Wet Looking Road’ features Giggs, while Kamasi Washington is on ‘She Said’ and ‘Mountains Of Gold’. Ibeyi do a fine job of covering Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Jackson’s ‘Cane’ and Sampha is imperious on the Curtis Mayfield-sampling ‘Close But Not Quite’. As an early pace-setter, it would be easy to forget this album when doing the end of year reckoning but for the sheer quality of its ensemble cast.

In the final post, I’ll count down my top ten from 2018.

20. Jeff Tweedy – Warm (Listen)

19. Gorillaz – The Now Now (Listen)

18. Audiobooks – Now (In A Minute) (Listen)

17. Cat Power – Wanderer (Listen)

16. Spiritualized – And Nothing Hurt (Listen)

15. Suede – The Blue Hour (Listen)

14. Manic Street Preachers – Resistance Is Futile (Listen)

13. Villagers – The Art Of Pretending To Swim (Listen)

12. Daniel Knox – Chasescene (Listen)

11. Everything Is Recorded – Everything Is Recorded by Richard Russell (Listen)

BEST OF 2018: Part 1 – 30-21

At least several people like to read my countdown of the year’s finest music around the festive season and I’m also fond of having a record of my preferences, so here goes a rather more compact format for the class of 2018. It has been a very busy December round these parts and so my traditional post by post reveal went out of the window. Instead, I’m going to go with some picture montages, rambling paragraphs and streaming links across three posts. As always, I’d love to know if you discover anything as a result of reading this or if you think I’ve criminally overlooked something. All suggestions welcome. Right then, shall we?

One of the joys of the occasional status I now possess as a music reviewer is that I can pop my head above the parapet as and when things strike me as interesting. This can mean wonderful stuff from my favourite bands or the chance to arrange some words in response to a collaborative effort by Sting and Shaggy. This actually happened, fact fans. As such, certain names will initiate a quick pitching email and such was the case with Number 30: Tell Me How You Really Feel’ by Courtney Barnett. In the review, I described it as “a slow-burning triumph” and that still rings true for me. It didn’t leap out at me at the time, but I have periodically revisited it across the year. Lyrics like “indecision rots like a bag of last week’s meat and I guess it’s hard to keep everybody happy,” are a delight and offer an obvious link from her previous record, even if the shiny jangle has been dialled back more than a bit.

For some people, 2018 has been the year of trying to figure out what happened to the luscious, sparse melody of Sub Pop favourites Low. They need not have spent so long pondering, as the luscious, sparse melody of Sub Pop types Luluc would likely scratch that itch. An Australian duo with a languid folk sound, opener ‘Spring‘ on Number 29: ‘Sculptor‘ by Luluc is an aural hug of the highest order while ‘Moon Girl‘ tiptoes around gloriously. It certainly suits a certain type of mood, but it’s a very fine album indeed.

Those who enjoyed last year’s Number 28 album by Molly Burch will likely enjoy this year’s Number 28: ‘First Flower’ by Molly Burch. Picking up where ‘Please Be Mine’ left off, this second outing features the cascading chorus of ‘Candy’, lilting jangle of ‘Wild’ and hiccuping rhythm of ‘True Love’. At times, it’s a little like if the idea behind the sound of She & Him had actually really, really worked, instead of being rather cynically shit. A joy of an album, but one which particularly suits sunshine.

Regular readers will know that I’m never happy unless I’ve got a jazz/pop/prog record on the go and 2018’s offering is Number 27: ‘Phase’ by Mildlife. It’s all the rage with the ‘online folk’, don’t you know, and vinyl copies have been hard to track down at times. Think Hot Chip going in on Stevie Wonder’s synth era with a fondness for a decent disco stomp thrown in for good measure. I’m not sure I could do it justice in 500 words, let alone a few sentences, but it needs to be heard. I suspect you’ll either love it or hate it. Hard to imagine anyone being utterly ambivalent about ‘Phase’. Start with ‘The Magnificent Moon’.

One of life’s great pleasures is browsing the wall displays in record shops, occasionally elevated to a place of sweet majesty when accompanied by some enthusiastic chat with the staff about current, less-obvious delights. Returning from a restorative jaunt to the unimaginably beautiful environs of West Wales in November, a pitstop in Cardiff meant only one thing: Spillers. Amongst the tote-bag load I acquired was Number 26: ‘Longest Shadow’ by Ivan Moult. The folk singer-songwriter genre can hide a multitude of sins and there are many dozens of uninspiring acts for every true gem, but Moult is one to cherish. From the ever-dependable team at Bubblewrap Collective, ‘Longest Shadow’ possesses a cover striking enough to draw me in at the counter and music involving enough to have convinced me to purchase within sixty seconds of opening track ‘Keep Cautious’. At times, he’s Ray LaMontagne without the years spent gargling glass and rough liquor, at others he’s ensconced in early Seventies Island Records. Utterly, utterly magical stuff to see you right in the dark hours of winter.

Ah, the Modfather. Dadrock. Look at that hair. Etc. Considering the baggage which adorns Paul Weller, what he has actually released in recent years is actually quite remarkable. The spark of energy that ran through 2005’s ‘As Is Now’ paved the way for ‘22 Dreams’, ‘Sonik Kicks’ and Number 25: ‘True Meanings‘ by Paul Weller. A musician who truly loves music, he has followed his muse for over a decade and taken some thoroughly enjoyable diversions as a result. This latest is launched by a glorious collaboration with Conor O’Brien of Villagers, ‘The Soul Searchers’, and features early teaser-track ‘Aspects’, which sounds like some fifty year old classic that is dizzyingly emotive. Largely a soulful acoustic set, Weller is in very fine voice and melodically at the top of his game. The cliches are a long way off on this occasion.

I simply haven’t had enough time with Number 24: ‘Aviary’ by Julia Holter to do it justice, but my encounters to date have been stirring enough for it to be safely ensconced in this list. At ninety minutes long, it was never going to be an easy listen. But, unlike so many albums that one suspects are worthy but not actually enjoyable, it commands your attention throughout. The sonic experimentation and vocal layers are a fairly logical, if rather rapid, evolution from previous outings ‘Loud City Song’ and ‘Have You In My Wilderness’, especially if you’re familiar with 2011’s ‘Tragedy’. Avoid the temptation to try and sample it – either listen to the whole thing or don’t.

Quietly producing solo albums of the standard of Number 23: ‘Yawn’ by Bill Ryder-Jones is pretty much the norm for this artist. Looking back, I’m not really sure why 2013’s ‘A Bad Wind Blows In My Heart’ and 2015’s ‘West Kirby County Primary’ weren’t in my end of year lists. Both have much to recommend, although neither are as good as his 2018 offering. Somnambulant chugging is perhaps to be expected of an album with this title and it definitely has more than a hint of shoegaze about it. However, now that the twats who like free gig tickets and need website hits have decided shoegaze is ok again, that can’t be misconstrued as an insult. ‘No One’s Trying To Kill You’ is possibly the highpoint and definitely the place to begin if you’re looking for a taster.

2015 was a very strong year and a number of my top ten albums were by artists I’d not written about previously. At number three was the creator of this year’s Number 22: ‘The Future And The Past’ by Natalie Prass. Her distinctive and utterly endearing vocal style bowled me over back then and she continues to make wonderful music. After the Spacebomb slink of that self-titled effort, the 2018 follow up is a more disco and R&B affair which risks seeming a little lightweight on early plays. However, the songwriting remains up to scratch and ‘Oh My’ and ‘Lost’ are both glorious for different reasons. The former is an AM radio belter, the latter a stirring ballad. I’ll be honest, this would probably have been higher if the label hadn’t opted for a cheapo, coloured vinyl frisbee pressing via the good folk at GZ.

The info in my documents suggests that as New Year’s Day 2018 came to an end, I finished and filed my review of Number 21: ‘All Melody’ by Nils Frahm. The hints were there on 2013’s live recording ‘Spaces’, but this record marked quite the departure for a consistently impressive artist. Vocal tracks without lyrics, bleepy soundscapes and euphoric organ figures all play their part. Lovely artwork and a splendid Rough Trade bonus disc (‘Encores 1′ – later not actually exclusive after the chance to sell more overwhelmed the truth) all helped to make a rather special package.

The top 20 will follow soon…

30. Courtney Barnett – Tell Me How You Really Feel (Listen)

29. Luluc – Sculptor (Listen)

28. Molly Burch – First Flower (Listen)

27. Mildlife – Phase (Listen)

26. Ivan Moult – Longest Shadow (Listen)

25. Paul Weller – True Meanings (Listen)

24. Julia Holter – Aviary (Listen)

23. Bill Ryder-Jones – Yawn (Listen)

22. Natalie Prass – The Future And The Past (Listen)

21. Nils Frahm – All Melody (Listen)