‘Go on throw this stone Into this halfway home’
It was a relatively straightforward task to come up with the albums that I think are the best, I started with about 130 then knocked it down to 100 and then each week I look at the upcoming 10 and listen to them all week and some get thrown out and some get moved up. As the quality is generally getting less and less disputed or the choice is less perhaps esoteric this gets less easy, play order maybe but now if they are in they are in. It’s also been a fun exercise to reflect how one’s passions change and develop. https://open.spotify.com/embed/playlist/71QsTs9LNDN07rtxSoeSbG
Popular music has evolved since its invention at sometime in the late 1950’s. A mass media for predominantly the young generation, which facilitated the fascinations of the young, fucking, friendship, frippery and dancing the frug. Not every twist and turn since then has covered every base, I would defy anyone to dance to ‘Metal Machine Music’. The methods of distribution have changed over time on this odd journey from radio, 78’s, 45’s, albums, concept albums, 8-tracks, cassettes, Walkmans, CDs, I-Tunes, Napster, Soulseek and MP3 files and finally streaming. The artist, record company, live music venue and all the people hanging around the edges making money out of the creative process at the heart of it all has not really dramatically changed in the intervening 75 years. Someone writes a song, someone sings or plays the song, someone listens to it and pays for the pleasure. People then write about it, cheer for it and line up to see it played live. Trends come and go and what music press still exists, if any, outside of Substack, talk it up or knock it down. Looking back at these 100 albums that have meant so much to me has reminded me that if there is any common linkage from the first album from 1967 to the most recent which came out last year, its probably that you can dance the frug to all of them, badly and slowly with some but the beat does indeed go on. Halfway though, halfway home!
Number 60: Alvvays “Blue Rev” 2022. Oh, Canada does it again. This cheery bunch hails from Nova Scotia and in terms of heritage, the voice and image of Alvvays is Molly Rankin, who is the daughter of the core founders of the biggest Canadian Celtic music band, The Rankin Family, which I had heard of but other than a teen flirtation with my inner Paddy and Planxty, Celtic music is not something I have ever been that interested in. They are more of a Toronto band in practice, and this is jangly upbeat power pop in its purest form, with enough scuzzy guitar to counter the bubble gum elements. I first saw them in 2014 at Potrero Del Sol, which was the small, intimate fun one-day festival that was everything Outside Lands wasn’t. They had a great first album which featured the irrepressible “Archie, Marry Me” that I had heard thanks to those nice people at Polyvinyl Records so was desperate to see them. The next album got better and this their third continued the progress, and who doesn’t like a song about Tom Verlaine.
Number 59: Prince “1999” 1982. Well now, if you wanted to dance the Frug, or the Mashed Potato, the Texas Slide, the Latin Hustle or even the fucking Twist (which I can remember my mother and sister doing in all seriousness) this whole album is full of bangers. Prince was a genius in a way I just did not see in MJ, who seemed to be heavily dependent on Quincy Jones. Prince played killer guitar (if you have never seen it check out the solo for the George Harrison tribute here, and check out the pre-mike drop mike-drop walk off), wrote a million songs, a variety of other instruments and was pretty adept at putting together great bands, usually heavily featuring women players. 39 albums released before he died, most sold well, many were classics “Sign o’ the Times’, ‘Purple Rain’, ‘Diamonds and Pearls’ but this album I had on cassette, CD and bought again on vinyl as it is all gold, all dance beats and funk-box synth sounds.
Number 58: The Teardrop Explodes “Wilder” 1981. Julian Cope was the face of New Wave, sheepskin lined bomber jackets, blond quiff and quotes from Baudelaire. Illusions of allusions were the lyrical gems cast like pearl before swine, with faux horns and syn drums bopping away. Cope was a bigger talent than the pop leanings that the Teardrop had to produce to pay the bills, and his solo stuff allowed him to later explore the breadth of his imagination, but this album is the perfect package, upbeat, smart and more varied melodies than Morrissey and Marr ever came up with in one album. Part of the Liverpool Eric’s scene with the Bunnymen, Courtney Love was his groupie girlfriend, they were managed by Bill Drummond of the KLF and burning millions of pounds as performance art infamy. This is the second album, produced by Clive Langer, hence the shiny bounciness. The third was aborted due to ‘artistic differences’ between Dave Balfe, the keyboardist and Cope and later released to general snoozes, after the band no longer existed in any practical sense, as “Everybody Wants to Shag the Teardrop Explodes”.
Number 57: LCD Soundsystem “Sound of Silver” 2007. James Murphy’s unique schtick is to be part of the cultural milieu yet at the same time as taking the piss out of it. He is so Brooklyn and so Berlin and so in awe of French disco yet sees the shallow facade that makes up so much of the supposed glamour. He namedrops Can, Suicide, Beefheart, Daft Punk, “Setting the Controls For the Heat of the Sun” and yet it is not pastiche; he and the band had enough really love for the music that they produce great dance music, they didn’t lose their edge, they got the grooves just right. Arguably the ‘Sound of Silver’ just continues what was started with the first album, but the songs are tighter, the ideas slightly better formed. They had some more maturity, but they always seemed to be a bunch of middle-aged friends who loved music rather than a bunch of kids. They did the mature thing and stopped before it got it too boring, and then realized they missed it and have come back for more. The Franz Ferdinand vocal version of “All My Friends” is worth finding if you have not heard it and just for giggles the two songs on the playlist are from the ‘Someone Great’ remixes.
Number 56: The Smiths “Meat Is Murder” 1985. I got into the Smiths relatively early, had the first album on cassette and the ‘Hatful of Hollow’ compilation but bought ‘Meat is Murder’ as soon as it came out and still have the original vinyl, that has survived 17 different moves including crossing the Atlantic 4 times. The Smiths were quintessentially English, they wrote about the dreary life of early 80’s Manchester under the rule of Thatcher and a general sense that it could and should be so much better. Steven Morrissey and Johnny Marr bonded over a mutual love for ‘The Monochrome Set’ which is a fine basis to start a band and The Smiths reached relative commercial success thanks to John Peel, great songs and a consistent commitment to the art they were making, both in the imagery and the sound. ‘The Queen is Dead’ is excellent as well but the last album “Strangeways, Here We Come” named after the Manchester prison was a fitting symbol of the demise of the band, they didn’t really exist at the time it was released, Johnny Marr gave up and precipitated the split as he felt imprisoned in the format of the Smiths and wanted to explore other music. Sadly, none of the 4 of them achieved anything like the success they enjoyed together, Morrissey had minor solo success, Marr has been in Electronic, The The, Modest Mouse and a dozen other cameos and lots of session work. The drummer and bassist O’Rourke and Joyce have done loads of session work but not much else.
Number 55: The National “High Violet” 2010. Originally from Cincinatti but yet another Brooklyn band they are now almost national treasure status, having been around for 25 years. Matt Berninger’s laconic drawl has been getting milder and more restrained of late, but I first saw them at Brixton Academy in 2005, the first gig I had been to in years, due to parenting and living in a musical desert, San Luis Obispo for 4 years. I loved the crazed anger of ‘Murder Me Rachel’ from the “Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers” and that was a highlight of the gig, and I was hooked. I have seen them twice since, and they are a great live band, all good musicians, and have so far avoided the consequences of the rock and roll life. As much as they have got more restrained, they have not stopped evolving their sound to keep it interesting, the vignettes of life that Berninger shares are all relatable in a Paul Auster kind of way. They have released 11 albums, and this is my favorite but there are two or three others that are up there, ‘Trouble Will Find me’ and ‘First Two Pages of Frankenstein’ are brilliant.
Number 54: Stereolab “Emperor Tomato Ketchup” 1996. Sounds like the Velvets with two girls singing counterpoint harmonies and one is French, drone heaven! What was there not to like about these guys, the musical equivalent of the entente cordiale although it’s a stretch to call the band Anglo-French, which you see sometimes, as 3 were English, one was Australian plus good old Laetitia Sadier and they have always been based in England. I first discovered their baroque mix of electronics, krautrock, Brazilian samba and lounge-core with their second album ‘Transient Random-Noise Bursts with Announcements’. They always did ironic album titles as they were music nerds as well as musicians, their second EP was called “Stunning Debut Album”. The band members changed over time with the core of Tim Gane and Sadier, the only constant. Mary Hansen was a constant until her death in 2002, she was killed by a truck while riding her bike. Sean O’Hagen of High Llamas was a member for a few years and contributed to this album, which was produced by John McIntire of Tortoise fame. This is more approachable and less drony than some of their stuff but if you like this they released 10 albums between 1992 and 2010 but in principle they are still around. They have each done solo stuff and they release what they loosely call compilations which includes live tracks, demos and odd versions to this day.
Number 53: Steely Dan “Katy Lied” 1976. The Dan were the thinking man’s rock band, all oblique references to mid century noir literature and the sound becoming progressively less like rock and more like the Crusaders. This was the first album after the departure of Jeff ‘Skunk’ Baxter to the Doobie Brothers, who together with the Eagles and Jackson Brown formed the new Western American sound. Becker and Fagan meanwhile wanted nothing to do with the wild west, they belonged in lounge bars somewhere off Hollywood Boulevard. The ‘Royal Scam’ came out the following year, also primarily recorded with session musicians but that was 1976 and punk happened and these geezers were definitely not cool by then. ‘Aja’ came out in 77 and is so slick and jazz driven that it is usually found in any high end Hi Fi shop who wants to show off their speakers and $5000 valve amp. To me “Katy Lied” is the perfect peak of Fagan and Becker’s ingenuity yet still constrained by the sense of a band and making a rock album and it all went a little bit boring and jazz from this point forward.
Number 52: Damien Jurado “Brothers And Sisters Of The Eternal Son” 2014. Damien is an old school singer songwriter that has been making records since the late 90s, he has been around long enough that he has been releasing his latest material on his own label. He is a great storyteller and creates worlds to entice you in and take part in the journey. He has a classic American voice so does much of his work with just that powerful voice and acoustic guitar, but he hit a strong creative streak starting in 2010 with ‘Saint Bartlett’ where he used loops, drums and synths to flesh out his songs and the virtual band setting really suited his material. I saw him live a couple of times in 2013 and 2015 and he had a bunch of effect pedals, so he was able to bring the album stuff to life even though it was basically him and his guitar. This album is the strong finish to the suite of 3 albums around a theme of new worlds and the big band sound.
Number 51: The Rolling Stones “Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out”1970. The Stones are more of an institution than simply a band and in some form or another have been around for over 60 years, still releasing albums and more incredibly still selling out stadiums. They had two creative peaks; the sprawling double album ‘Exile on Main Street’ is a giant work and has some glorious moments; the other was arguably ‘Let It Bleed’ in 1969. It is a superb album but as much as I have listened to it and loved it, the live version of it is ‘Get Your Ya-Ya’s Out” and I have played the shit out of this album over the years. They were monsters live, the rhythm of Wyman’s bass, the much missed Charlie Watts and Keith Richard’s rhythm guitar drives the whole thing. This is Mick Taylor on guitar and as much as I loved the Faces Ronnie Wood is no Mick Taylor. This Mick Jagger is the full young prancing prince version, and his stage patter is ever present (“Charlie’s good tonight isnt he?!”) and he can play a reasonably serious harmonica. So, this is ‘Let It Bleed’ on steroids and you understand if you have this much fun playing live you would be happy to do this into your 80’s.
The Tidal version of the playlist is here as their embed coding doesnt work on Subtsack.
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