The Year In Review: The 25 Best Albums of 2006

25. Camera Obscura-Let’s Get Out of This CountryLet’s Get Out of the Country is a charming collection of 10 relentlessly pleasant twee pop songs. I only have one problem with it. Every...
By    December 21, 2006

25. Camera Obscura-Let’s Get Out of This CountryLet’s Get Out of the Country is a charming collection of 10 relentlessly pleasant twee pop songs. I only have one problem with it. Every time, I hear its breakout single, “Lloyd, I’m Ready To Be Heartbroken,” I become convinced that the song is about Lloyd Christmas, Jim Carrey’s character in Dumb and Dumber. I can’t help but picture Camera Obscura’s lead singer Tracyanne Campbell holding hands with Lloyd Christmas in a video montage set in Aspen Colorado. The entire time they have goofy smiles on their faces and they constantly pour beer like it was wine. People claim this song was written for Lloyd Cole, the British singer/songwriter behind the song “(Are You) Ready to Be Heartbroken.” I know differently. It was for Christmas, damnit. It was for Christmas.

But if you can get past that unforgettable revelation, Let’s Get Out of the Country reveals its remarkable consistency, its delicate orchestral arrangements filled with swooping strings sighing organs and the elegiac poetry of its lyrics. Perpetually compared to fellow Glasswegians Belle & Sebastian, Let’s Get Out of the Country remains introspective literate pop in the vein of If You’re Feeling Sinister. But rather than seem derivative, Camera Obscura’s lyrical melodramas set to skipping sing-a-long melodies have their own unique and evolved sound. This is the perfect album for a long drive on a blindingly bright summer day or a lazy hungover Sunday morning cleaning up a living room littered with empty beer bottles. Even Lloyd Christmas would be hard-pressed not to admit that Camera Obscura are better than the Monkeys, who were a huge influence on the Beatles.

Download:
MP3: Camera Obscura-“Lloyd, Let’s Get Out of the Country”

24. The Rapture-Pieces of the People We LoveIan Cohen has said before that we have no tangible proof that Luke Jenner, lead singer of The Rapture is not mentally challenged. And at times throughout this album it’s perfectly reasonable to question what is going on with the vocals , particularly when the Jenner opens the albums with the lyrics: “high…high as the sky. Low….low as it goes. Purple dragons fly into your eyes. Milkshake shimmy, cry and cry and cry.” Seriously, who writes this guys’ lyrics? A precocious kindergartener being paid in high-powered blotter acid. But lyrical inanities aside, this is the party record of the year. Propulsive head-nodding rhythms, catchy as hell breakbeats. Forget that Justin Timberlake brings Sexybackk bullshit that everyone’s been spouting. Luke Jenner should be the hipster candidate for the King of Pop. Take a look at this man. There is just no way that he has a right to be this funky.

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MP3: The Rapture-“Down for So Long”

23. Golden Smog-Another Fine Day
Another Fine Day is one of the most underrated albums released this year. It makes sense. The group hadn’t recorded an album since 1998’s Weird Tales, letting any and all buzz die down in the interim. After all, in 1998, half the blogosphere was in high school, myself included. To add to the momentum-killing hiatus, Another Fine Day, only has one Jeff Tweedy-solo song. It also has a former member of Soul Asylum writing most of the songs. No, not Dave Pirner, but the name Soul Asylum alone can conjure enough shivers to frighten away interested listeners (though you know that you got choked up the first time you saw “Runaway Train” video…it’s okay to admit it.) So when the mostly middling reviews for this album trickled in weeks if not months after its release, no one really paid much attention.

But in a year without a Wilco record this was the next best thing. Sure, Tweedy’s actual presence is scarce on the album, but his sound is evident throughout. Like Wilco, Golden Smog have broadened out beyond alt-country, while retaining that familiar twang. The sound is pure Americana in the vein of Wilco and The Band. The organ and two-part harmonies on “Strangers” sound straight from Big Pink. The album is sprawling but consistent, experimental but traditional. It might never reach the stratospheric heights of the bands name-dropped above, but Another Fine Day remains a very strong record, 15 warm upbeat tunes seemingly tailor-made for a summer road trip through the midwest.

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MP3: Golden Smog-“Long Time Ago”

22. Britta Persson-Top Quality Bones and a Little Terrorist
Pull out a copy of Top Quality Bones and a Little Terrorist in front of your friends and there is a sizeable chance that within 50 seconds one of them will crack a groan-inducing joke about the album title that will involve our limited skirmish in the middle east and/or pornography. However, other than its absurd title, this album is nearly perfect, a spare, personal and trance-inducing work of art. As for what it sounds like, think of Joni Mitchell’s penchant with quivering pianos and acoustic guitar confessionals with Bjork’s off-kilter falsetto. And like both Mitchell and Bjork, Top Quality Bones excels at creating moods: at various times brooding, haunting and even up-beat and (almost) danceable.

Released in September, Persson’s import-album flew largely under the radar. Stylus was the only major website to review her import-only record (though Brooklyn Vegan praised it it here) but we gave it a Stylus Recommends, and for good reason. Britta Persson is a compelling songwriter and real knack for indulging an eccentric streak while balancing it with pleasant lo-fi folk melodies. So maybe her skills at naming an album aren’t fully formed. But give the girl a break. She’s just 24 years old and she’s Swedish. Which means she’s pretty much infallible (or so the world of 2006 popular music would have you believe).

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MP3: Britta Persson-“Bellamy Straat Straat”

21. Camp Lo-Fort Apache (The Mixtape Album)
You’re probably thinking, this album again? Granted, it seems like overkill, considering I blogged about Fort Apache here, reviewed it for Stylus here, and named it the fourth best rap album of the year here. And no, I’m not getting a blizzard of PR e-mails from Lo’s publicists. Hell, it’s hard to figure out if these guys even have a real label, let alone a publicist. So consider the repitition a testament of my esteem for Sonny Chiba and Geechie Suede, one of the finest and unluckiest rap duos of all time. If you aren’t familiar with Lo’s saga, (covered at length in the Stylus piece), it isn’t hard to summarize: these guys got screwed. Hard. By label politics. Like these guys but much much worse.

You might recall the glistening sheen of “Luchini (This is It), or the brassy horns and nostalgiac stomp of “Black Nostaljack” on Lo’s 1997 debut, Uptown Saturday Night, but its follow-up, 2002’s rarely-heard Let’s Do it Again was similarly excellent and wildly underrated, a fate it seems certain to share with its follow-up, Fort Apache. I’ve written about Fort Apache’s virtues ad nauseum before, so it seems a bit redundant to impress exactly how technically brilliant Sonny Chiba and Geechie Suede are. All satin-smooth flows, complex slang and Golden Age-era chemistry, the pair call to mind a hybrid of Tribe Called Quest and Wu-Tang. But all the comparisons in the world can’t do these guys justice. In a rap world of carbon-copy cokeslingers, Lo are true originals.

Go to my original post for MP3’s (links still active)

20. Comets on Fire-AvatarI once read an interview with Ethan Miller, lead singer of Comets on Fire and in this so-called “interview,” this so-called “Miller” tried to claim that he and the rest of the band don’t take acid. I call bullshit. First off, Comets on Fire are from Santa Cruz, a town where it’s easier to get acid than red meat. Second of all, Avatar itself sounds like the missing link between Moby Grape and the Quicksilver Message Service, all squalls of blistering psychedelic freek-outs set to howling bluesy vocals. Third, the fucking Sub Pop website itself describes Avatar as having “riffs from mighty warriors on acid.” Nice try Miller, but all those “kids, don’t do dope” proclamations don’t fool me.

So stoners and trippers of America, get yourself a copy of Avatar, the album of the year for the narcotically inclined. (Don’t believe that DARE shirt Miller was trying to rock. It’s just hipster irony) College kids this means you. Throw it on right after bong rip #4 and watch it perfectly soundtrack a night of staring at the black light with glazed eyes, studying the trippy suddenly glowing Pink Floyd poster on your wall. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that). Don’t be fooled by the respectable but unspectacular reviews that this album got (Pitchfork: 7.7Stylus: B), Avatar is consistently mesmerizing. Retaining the thrashing guitars of their Sub Pop debut, Blue Cathedral, the Comets have expanded their sound to include slower, stoned ballad/jams, perfect to play on repeat when that high is waning. If you somehow aren’t convinced by the album, be sure to check out this band’s live show. The sound is so thunderous it practically melts faces.

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MP3: Comets on Fire-“Dogwood Rust”

19. Danielson-Ships
Out of the 100-plus albums I listened to this year, Ships is by far the best album that I expected to hate. That doesn’t exactly sound like a ringing endorsement, but it is. And to be completely honest,I like my music listenable, so needless to say “bleating, twinging yelps” usually aren’t my thing. But beneath its penchant for avant-garde experimentation, Ships has a pop heart. Sure, it retains certain annoying qualities endemic in indie rock (song titles include “Ship That Majestic Suffix” and “He Who Flattened Your Flame is Gettin’ Torched) and sure, half the time I listen to it, I debate who would win the ultimate nautical-themed indie rock celebrity death match between Danielson and Colin “Herman Melville Gets Me Hot” Meloy (coming in 2007 on the Passion of the Weiss…stay tuned), but its quirkiness feels like real authentic weirdness rather than obnoxious gimmickry. Ships should serve as a blueprint for how to balance experimentation and melody, bleating yelps with infectious keyboard strokes and triumphant trumpet blasts. It might suffer at times under the weight of its own pretensions, but Ships is a fun and compelling record, one way better than it should have the right to be.

Download:
MP3: Danielson-“Did I Step on Your Trumpet”

18. The Game-Doctor’s AdvocateI’ve written at length about this album before, giving it a glowing review and naming it the third best hip-hop album of the year, so I won’t spill many more words in its defense. It’s earned a great deal of praise and an equally great deal of criticism, some of it warranted, most of it not. But I’d just like to add one more thing that Doctor’s Advocate’s detractors should consider. Namely, the high caliber of the guest appearances that it features. Now I know it seems a tad strange to defend a Game album by lauding people who aren’t the Game. But there’s often more to a guest appearance than meets the eye. Rappers are notoriously competitive and are loathe to get one-upped. That’s why it was such a big insult when Nas chided Jay-Z for getting killed by Eminem on “Renegade.”

In truth, the better a rapper is, the better his guest appearances are. Compare Kanye West’s empty braggadocio on the Pharrell track “I’m #1” to his well-written and funny verse on The Game’s “Wouldn’t Get Far.” But it wasn’t just Kanye who stepped up to the plate on Doctor’s Advocate. Veterans like Snoop, Daz, Kurupt, Nas, Xzibit deliver fierce verses recalling their mid-90s heyday. Why? Because they all know what you should: that like it or not The Game is one of the best five best rappers in major label hip-hop.

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MP3: The Game-“Let’s Ride”
17. LCD Soundsystem-45:33No, I haven’t jogged to this yet. But I imagine it’d be kinda’ cool. 45 minutes of light airy instrumentals, with soul samples and eerie voices scratched into the background. After all, what says “I really shouldn’t have eaten all those chips and guacamole when I had the beer munchies” than a ghostly voice buried in the mix, whispering “Shame on You.” Or something.

Forget any “sell out” accusations that people might’ve thrown at James Murphy, this is damned good stuff, even if Phil Knight is using the profits made from this Nike tie-in product, to buy his fourth vest made of real gorilla chest. Truth is, I’m becoming convinced that James Murphy is a genius. Yeah yeah yeah, I know that’s “like so totally dance-punk/2003” (seriously guys, not everything’s a trend) but truth be told, I dismissed it as mere hipster blathering. But that all changed with 45: 33 and the recently leaked and staggeringly good, Sound of Silver. I’m convinced that this guy could write jingles for Cosco hot dogs and it would come out sounding transcendent (and tasting delicious.) Forget all that jogging nonsense that this track was made for and just focus on the fact that this might be the best electronic album made in 2006.

Download:
LCD Soundsystem-“Daft Punk is Playing at my House” (not from 45:33)

16. Brightblack Morning Light-Brightblack Morning Light
Brightblack Morning Light’s music seems less about convincing you to start the revolution and more about good vibes and like “the tunes… man!!” Accordingly, the tunes on Brightblack Morninglight, their Matador debut, are nothing short of stellar, 10 druggy songs emerging from the shadows, full of whispered vocals, rolling drums and drowsy Rhodes organs that sink fast into your dazed cerebellum. This isn’t protest music. This is the music for the after-party, around 3:00 a.m. when most of the guests have left and the girl next to you starts telling you about the cosmic experience she had at Burning Man 2002. Far out, man. Far out.

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MP3: Brightblack Morning Light-“Everybody Daylight”

15. Swan Lake-Beast MoansThe secret to enjoying this album? The wonder of iTunes. Uncheck the dud tracks (I recommend doing away with “City Calls,” “The Partisan He’s Got to Know,” and “Shooting Rockets”) and Beast Moans hits level of brilliance reached by few albums. For my money Dan Bejar’s work on “A Venue Called Rubella” “Widow’s Walk” and “The Freedom” outshines anything he did on Rubies. Meanwhile, Spencer Krug continues to make a case for best songwriter of his generation with gems like the reverb-soaked lament “All Fires,” the chaotic twinkles of “Bluebird” and the folky acoustic murmerings of “Are You Swimming in Her Pools.” If you aren’t a Destroyer or Spencer Krug fan, you’ll probably hate this album. But with some judicious editing, Beast Moans grows on you with each claustrophia-inducing listen.

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MP3: Swan Lake-“A Venue Called Rubella”

14. Califone-Roots and Crowns
For some reason, every time I listen to Roots and Crowns, I get a vivid image of Beck sitting on a throne somewhere in a hidden annex in the massive Scientology Center on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles. Surrounded by Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes, their strangely coiffed alien baby and half the cast of That 70′s Show, this devious cabal plots how they are going to take over the world. Suddenly, one of the lower level Scientology minions bursts into the room, hanging his head with sorrow and holding a copy of Roots and Crowns in his hand. Approaching the stereo, he inserts the compact disc and presses play. Immediately, Beck runs out of the room crying, devastated, understanding that this was the album he was supposed to have made.

Not that there was anything so bad with The Information, the album that Beck released earlier this year. The tunes were catchy and all, but its just that things felt like Guero redux, which in turn was Odelay redux. And it certainly doesn’t come anywhere near Roots and Crowns. Sounding like a cross between Beck and Jeff Tweedy, Tim Rutili, the mastermind behind Califone has released a masterpiece of twisted folk, found sounds and poppy world music-inspired guitar licks. More than just a singer/songwriter album, each track on Roots and Crowns sounds meticulously constructed, brimming with snaking sitar lines, elegiac violins, fuzzy white noise and tear drop bass lines looming beneath the surface. If Mutations is your favorite Beck album, Roots and Crowns is the album for you, a moody wistful collection of 13 rootsy numbers, each of them intricately constructed and unmistakably gorgeous.

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MP3: Califone-“A Chinese Actor”

13. Kelley Stoltz-Below the Branches
If I were Kelley Stoltz I’d be pissed. After all, the guy dropped one of the best records of 2006 on one of the best labels around (Sub Pop), got to tour with one of the biggest bands in rock music (The Raconteurs) and still, couldn’t get any buzz. (No buzz vertigo). Sure, a couple tracks appeared on Aquarium Drunkard and Fluxblog, but extremely negative Pitchfork and Stylus reviews helped squash any chance he had of getting much-deserved recognition for Below the Branches. (That’s unless you read You Set the Scene, who named this the #1 album of ’06.)

Truthfully, I can’t figure out for the life of me why bloggers and the online music magazines didn’t pick up on this, considering its pedigree, its significant level of pop craftmanship and its sheer undeniable sense of fun. Indeed few records made in any year are more pleasant than Below the Branches, a breezy collection of 13 songs that at times recall Brian Wilson, Ram-era Paul McCartney and even Lou Reed (on the Velvet Underground-esque “The Rabbit Hugged the Hound)” Unlike the other singer/songwriters on this list, Stoltz’s melodies are imbued with a genuine sense of joy, bursting with upbeat percussion, rollicking pianos, warm sunny-day vocals and round jangly guitars. It’s enough to make you think that in spite of the minimal publicity, he’s received, Stoltz is doing just fine. And maybe next time he won’t release the summer album of the year in the middle of Feburary.

Download:
MP3: Kelley Stoltz-“Memory Collector”

12. The Decemberists-The Crane Wife

I certainly understand how people have problems with the Decemberists. In a way, listening requires a certain suspension of disbelief, You can’t ask yourself questions about how Colin Meloy picked up an English accent in Helena Montana. Or where he picked up the extensive nautical experience allowing him to non-ironically write songs entitled “The Island, Come And See, The Landlord’s Daughter, You’ll Not Feel The Drowning.” And of course, you have to try to pretend that you didn’t see this picture of him sitting on Janeane Garofolo’s lap.

But if you can forget all those things and focus on the music, there’s no denying that Meloy is fiercely talented. Read some of the Decemberists lyrics (bring a thesaurus), the guy can write. Truth is, few rock lyricists can match Meloy’s spare and elegant poetry. But lyrics had never been the problem for Meloy, pre-Crane Wife. The problem had been the simplicity of his arrangements, which often seemed boring and too-similar sounding over the course of a full LP. Not to mention, they put his strange voice front and center, never a good thing when you sound like Billy Budd. With The Crane Wife, the Decemberists simulaneously complexified and relaxed their sound adding funky organs, crashing drums, and an added sense of majesty, which served to enhance Meloy’s epic intentions. Hell, “The Perfect Crime 2” is almost danceable. Meloy’s never going to be James Brown. But with The Crane Wife he succeeds in being the slightly cooler-than-the-rest college professor who starts doing the funky chicken after a few too-many drinks.

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MP3: The Decemberists-“The Perfect Crime 2”

11. Benoit Pioulard-Precis

Great albums rarely blow your mind on first listen. Sure, every now and then a Funeral or a Yankee Hotel Foxtrot will be released and immediately embed itself into your musical DNA, as though it had always existed. But more often than not, great albums reveal themselves with slow subtle strides, each track quietly soundtracking some random task: a drive around the city, folding laundry, or writing sessions that spill into a ragged gray morning. Precis is that album that emerges in the squinting dawn, swirling with 15 songs full of haze and dust, smoky vocals and carelessly crafty acoustic guitars.

The first time I heard Precis I wasn’t very impressed. Singer-songwriters are a dime a dozen, and the bar to mediocrity is set rather low. (Bright Eyes, I see you). But every now and then, one emerges from the miasma and issues a debut so striking that you can’t help but notice. Just 22 years old, Benoit Pioulard is one of those rare talents. I hate to compare someone to Elliot Smith, but at times Precis seems reminiscent of Smith’s pre-Dreamworks records. The sound of a precocious talent, whispering hushed vocals seemingly on the verge of desperation. But whereas Smith attacked directly with plain vocals and hauntingly simple melodies, Pioulard buries his in a mess of ice and wind, and a rain of extra sounds that wash through the the album. His lyrical chops might not yet match Smith’s but his talent for composition is already fully formed. This is an outstanding debut, startlingly graceful but laden with heart and emotion. It might not yet be on the level of classic Elliot Smith or the artists mentioned above, but Pioulard flashes enough talent to leave you convinced that he might one day produce something equally brilliant.

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MP3: Benoit Pioulard-“Triggering Back”

10. Belle & Sebastian-The Life Pursuit


Garnering prominent placement on most of the Year-End lists, headlining at the Hollywood Bowl with the LA Philharmonic and even peaking at #65 on the Billboard 200, Belle & Sebastian had a strong 2006. But when The Life Pursuit was released in early February, more than a few long-time fans grumbled about the band’s evolution. Indeed it seemed jarring to hear Stuart Murdouch sounding this funky, loose and confident. Gone was the timid sickly sounding vocalist behind If You’re Feeling Sinister, and in his stead, a real rock n’ roll frontman that led one of my friends to declare, “this isn’t why I listen to Belle & Sebastian. If I wanted this, I’d just listen to T. Rex.”

Indeed Marc Bolan’s sound repeatedly that comes to mind when hearing The Life Pursuit. But these aren’t exactly T. Rex’s champagne and coke fantasies, this is sunny gorgeous funk with a distinct pop sheen. You can take the boy out of the city. But you can’t take the twee out of Stuart Murdoch. Kinda. Never in my wildest 1997 dreams would I have expected B&S to produce blistering guitar solos as seen on “Sukie in the Graveyard,” or the gorgeous stomping piano and life-affirming horns of the single, “Funny Little Frog.” I suppose you could’ve seen this coming from Dear Catastrophe Waitress, but The Life Pursuit is the fullest realization of B&S’s new gloriously symphonic sound. It might not satisfy the kids who had Tigermilk posters taped to their bedroom walls, but Life Pursuit more than succeeds in its ambitions to provide a fun, intelligent pop record, that might one day be considered the best in the band’s already storied discography.

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MP3: Belle & Sebastian-“Funny Little Frog”

9. Grizzly BearYellow House
Yellow House seems refreshingly anachronistic in this age of MP3’s, the all-too-rare album that sounds incomplete when broken into individual songs, as though its full power is only released by its fluid sequencing and odd sounds bleeding from track to track. Nearly every review has compared Grizzly Bear to Animal Collective, but that comparison seems unfounded. Recorded at Grizzly Bear leader Ed Droste’s mom’s yellow house in Cape Cod, the band’s music has a wamrth and earthiness that Collective lack. Sure, their version of folk is freaky (No Silk), with strange campfire harmonies supplemented by a penchant for experimentation coming from bird chirps, weird electronic squiggles, the occasional Pro-Tools strings. But this album’s roots lie in deceivingly simple 60s pop, reminiscent of The Beach Boys, and at times even The Band.

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