December 18, 2004
Listen Without Prejudice
The Creative Remix, with Benjamen Walker, is a radio show that explores the remix and remix culture in what they call a "lawyer-free" format. Streamed on the website.
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The first mention goes to Brian Wilson's triumphant SMiLE, the flawless culmination of a nearly 40-year wait and a winning final chapter to the Story of the Greatest Lost Rock Record of All Time. Listening to Wilson's spotty output of late, the rumors of a completed SMiLE were as worthy of as much nailbiting as excitement, but damned if he didn't pull it off with skill and aplomb. Mmm...aplomb.
The second half fo the award goes to a CD made and released this year, Williamson's A few things to hear before we all blow up, a monster solo debut from a Silicon Valley local. I might be biased, but I'm hooked on his gentle, emotional mix of Spiritualized, Aphex Twin, Kraftwerk, and Daniel Lanois into a reverential but progressive sound that I find irrisitibl. It works equally well as detailed music for active listening or as sonic wallpaper - good for working, the soundtrack to an art gallery. Somebody get this guy a licensing deal. Call Cameron Crowe.
R.E.M., Around the Sun. It's weird. Since Bill Berry left, every R.E.M. album sounds (for different reasons, of course) like it will be their last and yet a new one shows up every couple years. This one's mellow but still slightly paranoid and uncertain. Hmm.
Interpol, Antics. It's not as great as the last one, but you can't hold that against them. Especially when they're just so cute. And you have to give them credit for being able write songs that would sound just as awesome performed by Glenn Danzig ("Narc").
VHS or Beta, Night on Fire. A contemporary band that channels nearly every significant artist of the 1980's and sounds vital, groovy, and booty-shakey. Extra points for a good website with an interface to high-quality streams of selected tracks from Night on Fire.
Loretta Lynn, Van Lear Rose. I was 8 during the era of Coal Miner's Daughter. My mom had both the film soundtrack (with Lynn's music sung by Sissey Spacek, who played Lynn in the movie), and a cassette of Lynn's greatest hits - the cover had Lynn in a huge 60's beehive in the middle of a gold starburst pattern. I loved listening to those tapes - I know all those songs by heart. And to hear Lynn return with the help of fellow Detroiter Jack White (woohoo!) with a sound this raw, timeless, and sharp record - it's up there with Brian Wilson's SMiLE and Johnny Cash's American Recordings series on the mantle of legends that stake a firm claim to right the fuck now.
Björk, Medúlla. I recognize greatness when I hear it and my love of Bjork is on record. That still doesn't mean I can listen to this one very often.
The Ice Weasels, A Year In the Life of the Ice Weasels. My friend Robey's still-unfinished year-long project (featuring lots of album art by yours truly) is a testament to his ample talent, his maturing sound, ripening production values (yay Macintosh!), and an unwavering ability to avoid much of the credit he deserves. Someone sign this guy! (and check out those awesome covers!) I predict 2005 will be the year of Robey Pointer and Williamson. Hey! That even sounds like a supergroup!
Rilo Kiley, More Adventurous. I like them more the more I listen.
Tom Waits, Real Gone. The legend doing what he always does, which is a mile higher than just about anyone else.
The Kleptones, A Night At The HipHopera. The best arguement for Creative Commons ever. A pure knockout, completely illegal.