LA LA: The Top 10 Local Albums of 2008

How last month of me….However, since I sleep on the hometown scene all-too-frequently, consider this mild penance.

10.  Dengue Fever-Venus on Earth  (M80)

Dreamy and druggy psychedelia built on a bedrock worship of 60s Cambodian pop, and the ethereal buoyancy of Chom Nmol’s voice. Adorned with a filagree of B-movie spy scores, Dick Dale surf strut, and the occasional sax-a-ma-phone belt, Dengue Fever’s aesthetic could be described as overly nostalgic–slightly troubling when the period they pine for ran concurrently with the Killing Fields. Still as far as pan-global dream pop goes, this is one of the best things since The Aladdin Soundtrack. 

Download:
MP3: Dengue Fever-”Seeing Hands”

9.  Abe Vigoda-Skeleton  (Post-Present Medium)

On first listen, Skeleton sounds like a horde of 12-year Chino kids using the garage as a garrote, unleashing clangorous punk riffs after a Bahamian vacation where they’d listened to nothing but Harry Belafonte. It’s jarring. Repeated listens limn a deceptive knack for melody and structure lurking beneath Abe Vigoda’s post-adolescent angst. Ryan Atwood would not have been been friends with them.

Download:
MP3: Abe Vigoda-”Dead City/Waste Wildnerness”

8. Mae Shi-HillyH (Team Shi)

Andrew Gaerig rendered the Mae Shi meticulously in his “Run To Your Grave” singles blurb, so I’ll spare the redundancy. The Mae Shi have been local favorites for years; they won the LA Weekly’s Best Punk Band Award in ‘05, and all the local blogerati love them. HillyH marked the first time the Mae Shi pared the spastic, Casio velocity of their stage show with serious songcraft. I’m less concerned about whether or not the Mae Shi are one of Los Angeles’ best bands (they are), and more what chemical alchemy one needs to ingest to be to like them.

Download:
MP3: Mae Shi-”Run To Your Grave”

7. Le Switch-And Now…Le Switch (Autumn Tone)

Thank Justin “Aquarium Drunkard” Gage and his Autumn Tone imprint for releasing the full-length debut from Silverlake stalwarts, Le Switch. A shambling, boozy and beautiful 38-minute bender, Aaron Kyle and his talented bandmates, eschew au courant influences for simple, straightforward songcraft.  With a skeleton of Ram-era McCartney, Nilson Schmilsson, and The Band, Le Switch are Los Angeles’ answer to Dr. Dog. Dismissing their sound as overly familiar misses the point; Le Switch’s influences might be well-worn but their voice is unmistakably unique.  Don’t miss their February Monday night residency at Spaceland.

Download:
MP3: Le Switch-”Simple Gifts”

6. Johnson & Jonson-Johnson & Jonson (Tres)

Originally known as Powder and Oils, the eponymous Johnson & Jonson debut was intended to be a pre-Below the Heavens mixtape, with Mainframe behind the boards and Blu kicking self-described “swagger raps.” Instead, Okayplayer buzz convinced local indie, Tres, to release it as a full-length. While the C.R.A.C. Knuckles project showcased Blu’s versatility and eclecticism, it felt uneven. Johnson & Jonson, finds the rapidly rising Blu matching the success of his acclaimed debut and cementing his positition as the leading light of the LA underground.

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MP3: Johnson & Jonson-”Mama Always Told Me”

5. Beck-Modern Guilt (Interscope) 

The 60s pysch of Modern Guilt is the best thing Beck’s done since Mutations.  Granted, it’s nowhere near perfect. There’s something soulless and robotic to it– the work of a prodigiously talented craftsman on auto-pilot, capable of churning out great song after great song without breaking a sweat. Yet removed from the context of “another Beck album in 2008,” it’s better than most guitar rock records made last year. Sure it’s a little dull and lacking in joie de vivre, but that never stopped you from liking Fleet Foxes.

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MP3: Beck-”Modern Guilt”

4. No Age-Nouns (Sub Pop)

I tend to side with Fluxblog in the great No Age debate. There’s an undeniable brilliance to their ability to seamlessly fuse punk, shoegaze and ambient; their live show is vicsceral and snarling, and their tee-shirt game is vicious. Nouns is a very good record–no doubt. But what’s most thrilling about it, is the potential Dean Spunt and Randay Randall evince. If they treat Nouns as a starting point and avoid letting their quirks ossify into mannerisms, No Age are a lock to become the best Los Angeles punk band since The Minutemen. And thus, help wash away the stain that was/is Social Distortion.

Download:
MP3: No Age-”Teen Creeps”

3. Flying Lotus-Los Angeles (Warp)

Between Nate Patrin’s Pitchfork review, Sasha Frere-Jones’ New Yorker profile, and Sach O’s year-end blurb for this website, Los Angeles received more critical justice than anything released this year. So I’ll just selfishly utter that this was the One Word Extinguisher follow-up that I had always hoped Prefuse 73 would make.

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MP3: Flying Lotus-Breathe . Something/Stellar STar

2. The Knux-Remind Me in Three Days (Interscope)

Now is the time that I should point out that the LA Weekly also recently issued its official Top 10 Best LA Albums list.  I wrote the blurb for Remind Me In Three Days. It’s probably overly pretentious, but I think it speaks to the greater context of this album. At this point, saying that I have nothing left to say would be total meosis.

Download:

MP3: The Knux-”Fire”

1. Madlib-Beat Konducta V0l. 5: Dil Cosby Suite (Stones Throw)

I also wrote the Madlib blurb for the Weekly. If you aren’t already aware, Otis Jackson Jr. is my favorite beat-maker of the decade. You probably won’t agree if you’re into that whole sobriety thing.

Download:

MP3: Madlib-”Do You Know (Transition)”

Honorable Mention:

Mezzanine Owls-Mezzanine Owls EP, The Parson Redheads-Crowds EP, The Broken West-Now or Heaven, HEALTH-HEALTH/Disco, Gary Louris-Vagabonds

Where The Fuck Was My Promo Award? (For The Albums That I Wanted To Hear But Never Did)

Everest-Ghost Notes, The Henry Clay People-For Cheap Or For Free

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The 50 Best Albums of the Year (#10-1) (Sponsored By My Secret Identity )

And people acted surprised when Jerry O’ Connell landed Rebecca Romjin.

10. Why? Alopecia (Anticon)

It’s tough to write about Why?’s breakout record without anxiously jotting down a few choice lyrics from songwriter Yoni Wolf’s notebook. Not to downplay its musicianship, but Alopecia is foremost a lyrical masterpiece. Wolf muses on relationships, sex, and especially death (the album opens with him faking his own death and ends with him actually doing the deed) with the detailed eye and wisecracking smirk of an admitted hero of his, David Berman (whose Silver Jews are shouted out on the record). Unlike Berman, however, Wolf occasionally spouts his incisive lyrics through rapping, whether it’s droll and monotone (”Good Friday”), excitedly nasally (”The Fall of Mr. Fifths”), or assured and sing-songy (”The Vowels Pt. 2″). And when he’s not rapping, like on “Fatalist Palmistry,” Wolf– backed by the most driving, pop-friendly music on the album– is confidently singing a tune (probably) about the uncertainty of dating a palm reader. But death seems to creep its way back in, note the last lines: “But God put a song on my palm that you can’t read/I’ll be embalmed with it long before you see.”–Douglas Martin

Download:
MP3: Why?-”Fatalist Palmistry”

9. Portishead-Third (Island)

Third is fucking scary. Emerging from 10 years in the Wilderness (Axl who?), Portishead sound as if they’ve spent their downtime getting physically and emotionally raped in robot concentration camps while the rest of the world was off wanking to bad 80’s pop music. Not since El-P’s Fantastic Damage has a record captured the utter bleakness of contemporary times so poignantly. Their craft is impeccable: Beth Gibbons’ voice is a beautiful razor, Geoff Barrow’s drums eat speakers for breakfast, Adrian Utley’s guitar lines shimmer in the darkness and every piece interlocks to form this painstakingly wrought machine of blood and bone. The minute you hear this record you realize that this past decade of amateur-hour protools-n-plugin enabled indie music has been an utter waste of our time…their sound is too frail, their ideas fall apart and everything they stand for is crushed under the Portishead steamroller. Put Third up against any “experimental” record and it’s weirder, catchier, more unique and just plain superior. There’s a lot of Hip-Hop here: ask Barrow and he’ll name-drop Marley Marl, The Bomb Squad, Madlib and Flying Lotus as influences, but it’s rap’s primordial energy and rawness he subscribes to now, not any specific sound or style. Yet for all of these qualities, Third’s greatest allure remains its mystery. In an era where rappers document their bowel movements on YouTube and rockers whine ad nauseum on their blogs, Beth Gibbons’ absolute refusal to grant interviews means we’ll never know the story behind this utterly desolate record and that’s ok, it doesn’t need to be about anything other than the listener’s own experience. Rather than a cliché break-up record or an academic exercise in seriousness, Third can stand proud as one of the few, true pieces of great human art the new millennium has produced.

So yeah, Third is scary. But if you’re an artist you shouldn’t be scared. You should be goddamn terrified.–Sach O

8. Elzhi-Europass (Self-Released)

“All I hear is nonsense, blasé blah,” and so Elzhi commences Europass with seven words that cut to the core of rap, pop music, and culture in the year 2008. What follows is a tour de force of technical skill, beats, and out and out warfare. Based solely off of Europass, Elzhi is the best technical rapper rapping. One could also claim that he’s the best storyteller rapping. And the best battle rapper rapping. Europass is just that good. Vividly re-telling an attempted robbery from three different points of view, topping Royce Da 5′9″ on a track where Royce drops an insane verse, El displays a versatility and commitment to craft that was unparalleled in 2008. To say nothing of the production, mostly handled by Black Milk, and mostly stellar.

Most confounding is that Europass is a stopgap release, not meant as anything other than a cash grab at a merch table. That something so esoteric (really? A Europe-only release of a former Slum Village member’s “debut” record is number 8?) could explode onto the collective conscious of hip-hop heads speaks to both Elzhi and the power of the internet. Which presents a strange conundrum. The very thing that El blasts in the first line of his debut record, “nonsense,” has helped make him known. Europass shows that in this age of easily discarded memes and instant gratification, a dedication to quality can still allow one to rise above the muck.–Trey Kirby

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MP3: Elzhi-”Talkin’ In My Sleep”

7. Wale-Mixtape About Nothing (Self-Released)

Like Jerry Seinfeld and Trent Reznor, Wale slyly used “nothing” as a self-deprecating code word to signify “everything.” Even more impressive than the microphone dexterity he displayed on the “Roc Boys” freestyle is the sheer scope of The Mixtape About Nothing, wherein this DC upstart keenly engaged all manner of hot-button topics like Ethan Hunt, skillfully working without hitting any tripwires. “The Kramer” navigated sticky race relations better than the entirety of Nas’ Untitled, his introspection about the record business and his place in it stung with more precision than the complaints of any MySpace new jack or A&R, and placing his verse from The Roots’ “Rising Down” right next to a complete banger featuring Malice and Bun B said a lot more about unity and hope than any fucking TV on the Radio song. And to top it off, he’s reverent enough to solicit his only feature from Lil’ Wayne, have it be the best thing Weezy blessed this year and call it “The Cliché Lil’ Wayne Feature.” Forgive us for being overly excited about Wale: this it what it sounded like to be a complete fanboy of this rap shit in 2008 and still feel like it was worth it.–Ian Cohen

Download:
ZIP: Wale-The Mixtape About Nothing (Left-Click)

6. The Knux-Remind Me in Three Days (Interscope)

While the rest of the world was wasting their time with the other “avant-garde” (as if…), “weirdo” (no really, as if…) rap act from New Orleans, the world slept on the Knux’s genre-melting, utterly killer debut album, “Remind Me In 3 Days…”. The Knux borrow from everybody from Outkast (”Fire (Put It In The Air,”) to David Bowie (”Roxanne,”) to Fergie (”Daddy’s Little Girl,”) to the Pharcyde (”Cappuccino,”) and use it to craft the year’s most original debut. This record is full of funny, furious rapping, wildly inventive musical experimentation, catchy hooks and song-writing that exhibits an eye for poignant, social satire. The Knux are able to do all of this to help craft a record that is a sly send-up of the inane vacuousness of The Hills-era, Hollywood social scene. And to make it a bit more obvious, this is the record that some unfortunate music critics think “The Carter 3″ sounds like but actually really, really doesn’t. Yeah, I said it. –B.J. Steiner

Download:
MP3: The Knux-”Fire”

5. M83-Saturdays=Youth (Mute)

Tal Rosenberg, dream state, age 14: “Girl, I love you. Sometimes, when I see you across the lawn with your eyeliner, smoking a cigarette, I think to myself how I’m the only one that understands you. If only you could hear my mind, perfectly attuned to what you’re thinking and seeing that all these shallow losers don’t know anything about you, even though they pretend to. When you’re lying down on my bed, your hair perfectly splayed on my pillow, the light from my bedroom pouring onto your delicate features, I think to myself how lucky I am that you’re here with me. When we kiss, I don’t have to imagine being with anyone else, because you’re just so fucking perfect and I can’t picture anyone else that’s more gorgeous than you. And after we make love, for the first time, because you’re so special, we can go for a ride in my flying car through the night sky. We’ll shoot lasers. And probably make out some more. Awesome.” –Tal Rosenberg

Download:
MP3: M83-”Graveyard Girl”

4. Dungen-4 (Kemado)

Music is meant to be enjoyed. That sounds simple but often isn’t when you listen to 322 records a year–really, I counted. That’s nearly one new album a day, many of them for pay, many to keep current so that I don’t completely plummet into a cannabis coated cavern of Fela Kuti and The Grateful Dead. At times, it feels like that Halloween episode of The Simpsons where Satan/Ned Flanders consigns Homer to a hell of hovering around a conveyor belt eating nothing but donuts. Yet it’d be cheapening Dungen’s 4 to compare it to any sugar-coated confection. The sound might be pure euphony, but the ease belies a master’s symphonic sleight of hand. Gustav Estjes, stays lysergically bent out in the frozen forests of Sweden and returns once a year, possessed with visions of Madlib, a Bitches Brew Miles and a Hot Rats-era, Zappa, kicking in the doors of our skulls–staying sanguine even though this is his fourth album and he ain’t made a dime. I don’t know if this is the best album of the year, but it’s my favorite to listen to; one of the rare modern records warm enough to warrant endless loops. Yes, drugs help. –Jeff Weiss

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MP3: Dungen-”Satt At Se”

3. Madlib-Beat Konducta V0l. 5: Dil Cosby Suite (Stones Throw)

Throughout their respective careers J Dilla and Madlib have shown they each possessed an understanding of groove far beyond that of their peers, and with their unique approaches to artisanal hip-hop clearly shared not just a collaborative relationship, but a friendship borne out of mutual appreciation and respect. So if there was anything positive to be gleaned from the tragic passing of Dilla, it’s that we ought to appreciate Madlib that much more.

The latest in Madlib’s Beat Konducta series, Vol. 5 Dil Cosby Suite and Vol. 6 Dil Withers Suite may not be Madlib’s best work, but they are his most meaningful. What was once merely impressive is suddenly elevated by the music’s expressed purpose: across both suites Madlib’s compositions continuously acknowledge Dilla’s contribution and influence. The tribute isn’t in explicitly appropriating Dilla’s approach, but rather creating tracks that evoke what he stood for: fearlessness and selflessness. This may not necessarily be music Dilla would or even could have made, but he would have enjoyed it.–Disco Vietnam

Download:
MP3: Madlib-”Do You Know? (Transition)”

2. Erykah Badu-New Amerykah Part One: 4th World War (MoTown)

On a purely musical basis, the aesthetic progress that Erykah Badu has made from Baduizm to this album is remarkable. Madlib and Sa-Ra performed the ultimate makeover: taking the unfortunately titled genre tag “neo-soul” and exemplifying the artistic adventurousness which it claimed to do. Really, there wasn’t a better sounding hip-hop album all year, and this is from an album that’s not supposed to be hip-hop! Whisking Lee “Scratch Perry, Funkadelic, Curtis Mayfield, Minnie Riperton, RAMP, Martina Topley-Bird, Miles Davis, and Roberta Flack in a big bowl, this was the stew that kept on giving, pumping blood into the low-end, kicking ass on the treble, and taking names in the process.

Then there was Erykah, cooing and chanting and giggling and whispering and spanking and slamming her way through every nook and pocket, nudging her pinched baby voice into heretofore unimagined places, bringing her persona front-and-center in a way that it had never been brought before.

But based purely on the significance tied into what is a “2008 album,” there is absolutely no competition. All this month and next month, when every end-of-year-issue tells you that this was “The Year of Obama,” “The Year of Change,” or “The Year of Hope,” the actuality is that the throwback cartoon image of Erykah punching her name through the casing is what I’ll remember. If M.I.A.’s Kala was a telescope into the Third World—the one that Americans refused or were unwilling to see—then New Amerykah is a giant mirror reflecting the U.S. that we refuse to acknowledge. The one in which an educational system fails year after year; the one where racism persists despite the media’s insistence of otherwise; the one in which the media continuously feeds bald-faced lies to the public; where everyone’s out of work; and most importantly, where politicians fail us by falling prey to their own interests. The pervasive, Shepard Fairey-designed image of Barack won’t bear the significance to me it will to many others, not when Obama capitulated on FISA; crafted a Clintonian cabinet that adhered to Beltway Establishment politics; and entered his presidency on an inauspicious foundation.

The point is that though we finally have a black president in the White House, little has really changed. Yet. And that’s Erykah’s masterstroke at the denouement, concluding with “Honey.” By exiting on a note of (relative) optimism, she acknowledges that there’s always a future ahead, one that offers even more opportunities for real progress to occur. New Amerykah Part One is a truly American document because it emphasizes a perennial and fundamental component of our history, that it takes furious and indignant motherfuckers to improve a temporarily moribund country beset by ethical and infrastructural maladies. This is 2008’s Civil Disobedience.

I can’t wait for Part Two. –Tal Rosenberg

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MP3: Erykah Badu-”The Healer”

1. Kanye West-Heartbreak & 808s (Roc-A-Fella)

Heartbreaks & 808s is Kanye West’s Electric Circus. It’s his Love Below. His Life of Chris Gaines.. His Trans–except done directly in the prime of a white-hot career. It’s “emo pop.” It’s too much like Tears for Fears. It’s not enough like his first album. It’s got too much techno. It’s not techno enough. His production is inspired by Gary Numan. No, it’s inspired by El-P. But it’s not hip-hop! Why can’t he sing? His use of auto-tune is stupid. No, it’s a brilliant way to project a robotic and detached despondency. It’s artistic overreach. It’s a genius in his prime following his muse in whatever warped direction it takes him. It’s a work wrought by tragedy. It’s the product of self-indulgence. The lyrics are fourth grade poetry. The album sounds incondite and muddled. Its hasty construction lends it an immediacy and raw power. It’s ephemeral at best. It’s a Zeitgeist tapping, tour de force, that captures the personal and political at their lowest ebb. It’s a Rorschach blot designed to elicit every possible emotion and opinion. It may be all these things combined. It may be none of them. It may be the best album of the year. It is. –Jeff Weiss

Download:
MP3: Kanye West-”Heartless”

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The 50 Best Albums of the Year (#20-11) (Sponsored By Teen Wolf Too)

Some might say this was the finest work Jason Bateman would ever do. 

20. Al Green-Lay It Down (Blue Note)

What more did you want from Al Green? Did you want him to wear Levar Burton sunglasses and use auto-tune? Did you want him to do a ladies only tour? Did you want him to employ interplanetary metaphors to soundtrack your supernova sex life? (You can say yes to this one). The point is, Al Green did everything he was supposed to, which is, be Al Green. Sure, he updated the formula, recruiting John Legend, Corinne Bailey Rae and Anthony Hamilton to impress people who shop at Whole Foods. He brought in ?uestlove, James Poyser and one of the Dap Kings to do their best Willie Mitchell imitation. But nearly 40 years later, it’s still all about that voice–still knee-buckling, sounding as though its been preserved in amber. In a year where Isaac Hayes and Al Wilson waddled off this mortal coil, this album is ongoing proof that we should feel blessed to still have Al Green to teach us how to lay it down. –Jeff Weiss

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MP3: Al Green-”No One Like You”

19. Vampire Weekend- Vampire Weekend  (XL)

Still trying to figure out why Vampire Weekend became the only Harlem-based album worth a shit since Purple Haze? Like most great hip-hop debuts, the band managed to forge a readily knowable personality that allowed you to experience their story-songs as if the narrator was already someone you knew, and obviously, people completely unfamiliar with irony got rubbed the wrong way. Well, unless there’s absolutely no crossover between bloggers who were aghast at the Republican meme of anti-elitism and the bloggers who caught feelings because Vampire Weekend had the nerve to be happy, well-off, educated and not from Malawi.

But in the end, despite the silly arguments about whether it was OK to listen to Afro-pop as long as you never, ever, ever tried to sound like it, VW was the only internet-fueled band that made commercial inroads in 2008 because they crafted eleven songs of instant familiarity, sturdy and keen detail, with only one (or, only “One”) being a complete dud. I suppose the Strokes comparisons make sense, considering Vampire Weekend, like Is This It? or even Illmatic is so fully-formed on touchdown that it almost seems impossible that the band can do it again. But at least the inevitable sophomore backlash is going to be way more fun this time around.–Ian Cohen

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MP3: Vampire Weekend-”Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa”

18. Sic Alps-U.S. EZ (Siltbreeze)

Sometime after Bob Zimm begged to stomp on that leopardskin pillbox hat, Sic Alps was one letter deletion from designation: point of departure, signpost, a bit of juvy Braille carved from a jr. high desk covered in penciled prattle of cock ‘n’ cunt. Sic Alps seem the sort predisposed to cipher. Codes, keys, symbols apparent and obtuse. Doubt it fucking formed up any a priori notion of what their music was s’posed to “sound like.” More than willing to glide down Spiral Stairs (see/hear U.S. EZ’s “Bric Jaz,” replete with Pavement’s predilection for linguistic tomfuckery), the duo works well balancing focus and fuzz; avoiding cliché as it flirts with the sort of classicism (dis)embodied by big rock ‘n’ roll ghosts. When Donovan sings: “I know I put down every word and letter in its place;” it’s clear he’s not establishing apologia. We could sing-song, “First there is a mountain / Then it seems the mountain’s gone.” We could mumble, “Ev-reee-thin. Ev-reee-thin. Inits rye-ght place.” Or we could offer: slack-jawed wonder in the face of the impermanent. First there is a mountain… But rock ‘n’ roll’s always offered a strained and flexed ontology; it’s been as good at soapboxin’ grand generalizations as it has slurring nonsense from a street corner. Sic Alps are wont to fuck with both brands, as “Hey! Sofia” is every bit the California dreamin’ encapsulated by Alice in Chains’ “Would.” Nothin’ like screaming technicolor pop, feeback so slow-mo it might as well join the perso-tag traffic crawl. They’re too disinterested to delve into the messianic. They may be singing and playing about motherfucking everything that’s around them—whether coming in or out of being. But they’re light-years removed from rock ‘em sock ‘em social commentary. No one’s lookin’ for a fight. Sic Alps are just alright.–Stewart Voeglin

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MP3: Sic Alps-”Gelly Roll Gum Drop”

17. Wolf Parade-At Mount. Zoomer (Sub Pop)

For a while, it appeared that Spencer Krug had permanently strayed from the pack. Add that to Dan Boeckner’s Handsome Furs joints and Dante DeCaro’s ongoing celebration of no longer being in Hot Hot Heat and the death knell seemed to ring particularly loud for a young, promising band. However, that freedom to explore and experiment somehow made Wolf Parade more cohesive and greater than the sum of their parts. While At Mount Zoomer is not as initially striking as instant classic, Apologies to the Queen Mary, it stands as an excellent document of a band that has grown together and apart.

The drums are clean. The guitars are clean. The vocals aren’t shrouded in reverb or buried in the mix. The Bowie influence has been muted, while the Springsteen aping has become more prominent. At Mount Zoomer finds the band both moving forward and looking to their past. Familiar lyrical themes like water, ghost towns, and horses abound, but Boeckner and Krug manage to make them sound fresh. The competition that exists between the two primary songwriters has always been what made Wolf Parade so great–this tension allows them to explore both traditional and avant-garde structures, which results in songs that don’t sound recycled but rather feel like two different chapters of the same book. Too bad the album cover looks like it was designed by a mentally deranged 8-year old who escaped from a Soviet Gulag.–Trey Kirby

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MP3: Wolf Parade-”Call It A Ritual”

16. DJ Rupture-Uproot (Agriculture)

In his scrumptiously succinct review of Uproot, Mike Powell began, “If you want to understand DJ/rupture’s music without hearing it, read his blog.” It’s an appropriate suggestion; for instance, take a look at Jace Clayton’ most recent entry, which features an excerpt from an interview he participated in for Plan B. He states,

“I don’t care what ‘Westerners’ fetishize. They’ve been fetishizing black people for centuries now, who cares? You simply exist in all your complexity and let them deal with it. Fetishism is so vague. I care a lot when Westerners rip off non-Western musicians, even by rendering them anonymous like Sublime Frequencies often does, but random concepts of fetishization don’t really mean much. It’s almost too abstract to matter.”

Then he posts a spy flick-flavored, house piano-filled, baritone choir-backed Brazilian song about an elephant. Dilettantes: step off. –Tal Rosenberg

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MP3: DJ Rupture-”Reef: Baby Kites & Nokea”

15. Islands-Arms Way (Anti)

For their sophomore stunt, Islands perform the nearly-impossible-to-pull-off White Album trick of absorbing a crazy quilt of styles without approaching imitation. In the course of Arms Way’s hour-plus run time, they inseam everything from concert hall symphony to stoner-prog, rum cocktail calypso, to hair-cut indie, to dizzy Sondheim-esque rambles. Hell, they even sample “A Quick One While He’s Away,” from fellow genre-swiping masters, The Who. Despite frontman Nick Thorbun’s lyrical obsession with death, his songs retain a sonic levity that never feels tacky, and a sly playfulness that would ostensibly leaden similarly grim songs. Capturing a sense of exoticism, adventure, and whimsy without coming off corny or simplistic, Islands blend disparate ingredients into a strong tropical brew. Stick an umbrella in it, garnish with a side of pineapple and drink up.--Jeff Weiss 

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MP3: Islands-”Arm’s Way”

14. Cut Copy-In Ghost Colours (Modular)

Like a dream, In Ghost Colours shifts hazily from idea to idea according to its own internal logic. It is not a selection of songs, but a collection of images coalescing with vivid clarity for brief, wonderful periods before dissolving back into sonic vapor. The lyrics are vague and occasionally trite, yet the mood is swooning and romantic. The music shimmers and sparkles, seemingly making perfect sense, even as it discards things like song structure as elements of the conscious world. Waking up when it’s all over, you remember only moments, instances that seem nonsensical if you try to explain them to someone else: “It was disco, but all the songs were compact and melodic, like pop music! ‘Strangers in the Wind’ was Fleetwood Mac turned into a dance band, and there were lights and music, and also a song called ‘Lights and Music’! Somewhere there were girls, and they were crying, and sometimes they were talking on the phone, and I think it probably all happened at night, except ‘Feel the Love’ was a sunny summer morning at a music festival, and, and, and, then in the middle of it all there was a saxophone…” –Jonathan Bradley

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MP3: Cut Copy-”Hearts on Fire”

13. The Kills-Midnight Boom (Domino)

From the bass throb and telephone tone treble of opening tune “U.R.A. Fever” on, Midnight Boom is no ordinary indie rock album. For a start, it’s strikingly empty. The drums are flat, and often synthetic. The brittle guitar lines stretch taut over a black bass rumble. VV’s voice alternates between expressionless murmur and expressionless yowl. The effect is hypnotic; The Kills’ most striking contribution to the record is the expanse of blank space rather than the actual sounds interrupting it. The resulting void is music to get lost in, and because these tense, tight constructions never dissolve into messy release, there is no way out. You just have to stick with VV and hope she guides you safely through the madness. Run with it; as she sings on “Cheap and Cheerful,” “I want you to be crazy because you’re boring, baby, when you’re straight.”–Jonathan Bradley

12. Esau-Mwamwaya + Radioclit-The Very Best (Self-Released)

In which, a Malawian singer/junk shop owner now living in London teams up with British/Parisian, Mad Decent-affiliated producers to sing a smattering of African tongues over the hottest beats of recent vintage on a mixtape done Piracy Funds Terrorism style–meaning bloggers are contractually obligated to fawn.  With Mwamwaya’s gorgeously crooning over samples ranging from M.I.A.’s “Boyz,” and “Paper Planes;” to Hans Zimmer’s True Romance theme; to Cannibal Ox’s “Life’s Ill,” the effect is the rare zeitgeisty type record as fun to listen to as think about.  Particularly, when the East African singer re-re-appropriates Vampire Weekend’s “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa,” and turns it into  post-modern commentary on culture stealing, the Manute Bol arms of the Internet and the mixtape medium shedding its chrysalis. More importantly, it shows them kids how to rhyme.–Jeff Weiss

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ZIP: Esau-Mwamwaya + Radioclit-The Very Best (Left-Click)

11. Flying Lotus-Los Angeles (Warp)

With even the slightest change in form enough to beget a new (pointless) House sub-genre and increasingly powerful gear opening bold new frontiers for electronic producers, Flying Lotus’ Los Angeles stands as an anomaly. Too funky and organic for glitch, too glitchy for hip-hop, too jazzy and atmospheric for IDM, too smart for Trip-Hop, too American for Dubstep but too alien for downtempo, Los Angeles actively resists classification. Instead, the album thrives on its compositional value: it’s not what Flying Lotus does but how he does it. Static is repurposed into percussion, tribal drums and sitars melt into off kilter boom-bap, weed-inspired washes of sound crash into scratch-aping synthesizers and the whole of the project is cast in a deep, dark haze. The gloom is seductive, all analogue warmth and popcorn crackle and in making a record for LA’s massive sprawl, FlyLo unwittingly frees electronic music from the cramped confines of the club. This is music that works just as well on a lonely desert road as it does in the subways of a Metropolis gone mad. By grabbing the best ideas from Ninjatune, MoWax, Stones Throw and Warp but ignoring their formal constraints, Flying Lotus has dropped an incredibly progressive album that doesn’t flaunt its novelty at the expense of its character. Call it Electronic Soul.–Sach O

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MP3: Flying Lotus-Breathe . Something/Stellar STar

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The 50 Best Albums of the Year (#40-31) (Sponsored By Crystal Pepsi)

If you’re gracious enough to link to this list, the complete Top 50 is concurrently being  updated in the original post.  If you’re going to drink one clear cola this year, make it Crystal Pepsi. Please. 

40. No Age-Nouns (Sub Pop)

Face it, *Nouns* is this decade’s *Let it Be* (The Replacements, not The Beatles): A ragtag posse of scruffy dudes sonically illustrating their homes with spectacular tunes and pure passion. Indeed, no band this year, and few bands in recent years, has given music fans so much to be excited about. The reason everyone’s searching for the right words to express just why No Age deserves a supplementary chapter in *Our Band Could Be Your Life* isn’t because of their setup or ethos or the YouTube videos of Black Flag and The Minutemen they post on their blog, it’s due to a shared spirit, one where youthful ardor and sonic ingenuity emphasizes simple messages.

Nowhere is this more evident than on “Sleeper Hold,” a dynamic flurry through corridors of sloppy feedback and cymbal washes, where drummer/singer Dean Spunt spews words that might be describing drugs or sex or both, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. A line like “With passion it’s true” can describe any number of things—seriously or sarcastically—that the very vagueness of the message gives it an odd power, like a Zen koan or a line from Kabbalah. But this ain’t religion, folks. This is the sound of two dudes honed in on the wavelength that connects the sky to the ocean like an azure mirror, a perpetual sunrise/sunset of blissful vistas and the ocean crashing softly on the shore. With passion it’s true. With passion it’s you.–Tal Rosenberg

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MP3: No Age-”Teenage Creep”

39. Blitzen Trapper-Furr (Sub Pop)

The rare net-hyped band that seamlessly and painlessly swathed their next musical step in all the right blankets: tighter structures, layered melodies that stop short of overkill and “maturity” done right in the form of small, Neil Young-esque folk ditties to cleanse the rock palette (which is more generous here than on last year’s more acrid Wild Mountain Nation). They began with a fetish for Pavement’s scratchy sidecrawling dubbed through My Morning Jacket weirdness, and came out probable successors to Built to Spill. 13 songs in less than 40 minutes will hit you in the face so many times at such speed you’ll need to play it again to remember all the sweet spots. The first one sounds like a countrified Elliott Smith.–Dan Weiss

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MP3: Blitzen Trapper-”Gold for Bread”

38. Gza-Pro Tools (Babygrande)

Conceived as a compilation, Pro Tools is the Gza’s most complete work in years. Ever-abstract and thought-provoking, Gary Grice’s rhyme style has continued to develop and mature in ways that most vets can only dream about. Not only the lyrical content stands out, with the GZA ever self-assured and poised, his Shaolin zen ever cryptic. But RZA and the Wu satellites turn in an exceptionally strong slate of beats to help buoy the Genius’s finely honed lyrical darts. However, it’s the brutal Black Milk-molded “7 Pounds,” that yields the album’s finest moment, with Grice bringing relentless momentum to the iron mic.  Indeed, thirteen years after Liquid Swords,  Pro Tools proves that the GZA’s rhyme thoughts still got tremendous speed.–Dan Love

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MP3: Genius/Gza ft. Masta Killa & Rza-”Pencil”

37. Love is All-100 Things Keep Me Up At Night (What’s Your Rupture?)

If Love is All were American, they’d probably be Mika Miko.* After all, they both boast seething riot grrls as front-women and take their cues from all the right reference points: The Germs, The Misfits, X-Ray Spex. Instead, they hail from unlikely musical hotbed, Gothenberg, Sweden–a land where Jens Lekman can be considered top 40 and even the punk bands never forget that The Ramones were pop.  So it’s no coincidence that 100 Things Keep Me Up At Night, packs more sticky hooks and rapid locomotion than a Benjamin Franklin’s worth of pixie sticks, despite lyrics that wallow in emotional unrest and love-lorn laments. I’ll assume this is because sprightly russet-haired frontwoman,  Josephine Olausson, is tired of being surrounded by nordic platinum-haired giants. Her revenge? Writing the Swedish post-punk version of “99 Problems” as run through the filter of “99 Luft Balloons. “–Jeff Weiss

* Who are good, just significantly rawer and less poppy than Love Is All.

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MP3: Love Is All-”Wishing Well”

36. Beach House-Devotion (Car Park)

Between the gauzy glacial guitars, the shaken percussion, the rusting boardwalk organs, and frail, Faberge vocals, Devotion manages to win the 2008 Panda Bear Award for Album That Fucks Up the Most Futons in Ft. Greene.*  It’s R&B for indie kids–you just have to listen closely, preferably with some $700 headphones and a trust fund. Rhythms unravel slower than the waltz, but at heart, they’re hot, buttered soul. Or in the case of Vassar graduate and lead singer, Victoria LeGrand, steamed soy margarine soul.

Legrand’s wraith-like vocals sound woozy and desolate; they’re deeply moving but never saccarine, barely there and yet overwhelming. The aesthetic signifiers are different. There’s no horn section, the gospel influence is absent and the swing is more drugged-out Brave New World than New Jack Swing. But don’t be fooled, at its core, there’s as much rhythm and blues to Devotion as to another great song whose name it shares. Or, this one, for that matter.–Jeff Weiss

* Except for maybe Fucked Up.

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MP3: Beach House-”Gila”

35. El-P Wearegoingtoburninhellmegamixx 2 (Def Jux)

Hanging out with El-P is either a real drag or a total religious experience. After all, Jamie Meline spends the vast majority of the tour-only, Weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2, spitting jeremiads in his self-anointed role as funcrusher plus of hip-hop. An hour of  trademark, synthetic, buzz-from-hell instrumentation and dystopic, off-kilter rhymes, the mixtape is mostly a vehicle for El-P to continue to prove that he’s the most original producer alive. On the scorching “Drunk On The Edge Of A Cliff”, El-P does a warped Neptune impression, taking their Clipse collaboration “I’m Not You” and splattering it with enough 8-bit video game blips and chaos to constitute an apocalyptic anthem. The mind of El-P must be scary, but as long as he continues viewing humans through his paranoid lens, consider the world gifted. –B.J. Steiner

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ZIP: El-P-Weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx 2 (Left-Click)

34. The Black Keys-Attack and Release (V2)

It took Ohio duo The Black Keys to find a good use for the too frequently anodyne gravedigger, Danger Mouse. The producer’s predilection for vintage aesthetics, as seen on his less-than-stellar knob-twiddling for Gorillaz and Gnarls Barkley, more often results in him replicating museum pieces rather than engaging in the inspired revivals of lost ideals with which he is frequently credited. On Attack and Release, however, DM helped the Black Keys capture the energy and excitement of sixties-era blues rock without reducing the exercise to renaissance fair play-acting. The Black Keys remember one thing about the blues that so many contemporary copyists forget: it’s about rhythm, not authenticity. Attack and Release struts and swaggers like hip-hop; its addled crawl is as effective riding music as anything dreamed up by a sub-Mason-Dixon rapper in ‘08. The sound is so enjoyable that The Black Keys hardly needed to come up with well-written songs to accompany it–but they did anyway. Of the 11 top-notch tunes here, none is better than “Strange Times,” a pop song as direct and immediately appealing as anything currently blasting out of commercial radio.–Jonathan Bradley

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MP3: The Black Keys-”Strange Times”

33. Zilla Rocca-Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca (Beat Garden)

Why is Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca one of the best albums of 2008?

Because along with Nas’ The Nigger Tape, El-P’s Megamixxes, Wale’s The Mixtape About Nothing, and yes, Lil Wayne’s 3,212,211 tapes, Zilla’s first solo mixtape is one of the first to grasp the potential of the medium. Specifically, that it can be more than a hodge-podge of freestyles, skits and collected feature appearances. Because its title is inspired by Peckinpaugh’s bleakest film, Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia. Because Zilla dodges the dilemma of underground white rappers–who typically fall into two lanes: ironic, “clever” and non-threatening  (MC Paul Barman, Grand Buffet, Conor Oberst) or overcompensating and dull (Half of Eastern Conference Records, Haystak, David Silver). Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca is smart without being soft, cool without being cloying; the beats are on-point, the punch-lines are ready to rewind. And its album cover is better than your favorite rapper’s. –Jeff Weiss

* Yes, of course, Zilla writes for this website. However, no one here is in the business of associating with wack rappers. If we did, we’d go resucitate Hip-Hop Infinity.

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ZIP: Zilla Rocca-Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca (Left-Click)

32. Hot Chip-Made in the Dark (Astralwerks)

If we were going to forget a Hot Chip record, couldn’t it have been Coming on Strong? Please? Instead, Made in the Dark, released in early February, seemed—if not necessarily overlooked–then too quickly shelved by those of us with a whole fresh year’s worth of new music to anticipate. Lost in that winter spell though was another very good Hot Chip album, perhaps the one which most nimbly blended their cheeky songwriting with their arch brand of dipshit hedonism (the dancing side, silly). If the Knife brought trance-synths to gloomy Swedish pop, then Hot Chip put it to more jubilant uses on Made in the Dark. Listen to “Shake a Fist,” for example, where their deep synth smears and stern rhythms form an absurdly infectious loser’s anthem, or “One Pure Thought,” a stout guitar-led groove that seems almost impossibly ravenous in how it slowly consumes a track so full of forward motion. In looking back though, Hot Chip’s most defining musical point of the year—and perhaps my favorite few minutes of sound–was “Don’t Dance”’s trance coda, a simple breathtaking moment of foolish, braindead glee. For a band that’s often been too merry-pranksterish both lyrically and musically, it’s great to hear them set such a clear mark and nail it: a minute of glow-sticking so dead of higher consciousness you have only to nod your head in time, concussed, newly delighted.–Derek Miller

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MP3: Hot Chip-“Hold On”

31. Brightblack Morninglight-Motion to Rejoin (Matador)

There’s gospel and then there’s gutter happy Hallelujah. The duo of Rachael Hughes and suitably-named Nathan Shineywater most certainly sing in the tone of the latter, though it’s often hard to tell from the surface for just how slow and sludgy their swampsongs are to take shape. Toe the edge and you’ll note it’s one marked by a kind of clear-as-river-mud spiritualism, a warm soil-suck earthiness that’s part tattered hymn and part porchfront blues. Subtle, slow-take anthems that snaked odd shapes in the bayou-dew. In fact, Brightblack Morning Light mark the kind of fever-spirit godspell you’d find nudged under the benches of a two-seat pew on many a Highway 66 on stained parchment. But on the duo’s third album proper, Motion to Rejoin, they’ve arguably made their most beautiful statement of artistic fatigue to date. They’ve added soulful background singers—a touch of true gospel–to round out a sound that sometimes felt just too threadbare. What strange church songs now, what slurry bed-hair sense for torchlight hours. So beautiful, so narcotized, such belly-warm wineskin music. Let’s lie flat on our backs and never move again.–Derek Miller

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MP3: Brightblack Morninglight-”Hologram Buffalo”

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The 50 Best Albums of the Year

Not to be confused with the epic, Eric Roberts, Tae Kwon thriller.

50. Benoit Pioulard-Temper (Kranky)

Have you ever been in one of those nutty meditation classes, where the crackpot instructor tells you to close your eyes and imagine that you’re in the middle of a forest? Don’t be surprised if we eventually learn that this is what Portland-via-Michigan, singer/songwriter/producer, Benoit Pioulard, nee Thomas Meluch, does prior to picking up his guitar and turning on his mic.

Like Precis before it, Meluch vividly narrates a pastoral jaunt, creating a mood that approximates a walk along the banks of the Willamette River, with the cold current splashing rocks and the water chilling your shoes. Other songs, particularly “Ahn,” scald like hot cocoa in your hand as you peer out your window at snow covering your car and everything else in sight. And just like the landscape after a fresh flurry, Temper is a pretty and pristine piece of work.–Douglas Martin

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MP3: Benoit Pioulard-”Brown Bess”

49. The P Brothers-The Gas (Heavy Bronx)

The grimiest New York album made in 2008 came from Nottingham, UK? (What’d you think it was, “Pop Champagne?”). The P Brother’s magnum opus, The Gas, rattles and shakes in the surly shadows of towering Bronx tenements. With an elite cadre of rappers, the East Midland production team neatly side-step the questions of cohesion that plague most contemporary producer-led efforts.

In business for nearly two decades, from the melodic keys of album opener ‘Cold World,” to the swirling guitar licks and downtempo skulk of “Don’t Question Me,” The Gas delivers an infectious, stripped down aesthetic, with few concessions to the mainstream. All the underground Bronx MCs bring heat, dropping dark, Ox-sharp verses that weave themselves into the beats and establish an almost pretenatural consistency. The Gas is rap music by heads, for heads, and it’s all the better for it.–Dan Love

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MP3: The P Brothers-”Digital B-Boy ft. Milano”

48. Times New Viking-Rip It Off (Matador)

The number one complaint I hear about this band is that they need to be recorded better—which means that anyone who makes it has no clue what the fuck they’re talking about. It’s not just that you have to aurally sift through audible barbed wire to reach the tangy riot of *Rip It Off*, it’s that the production actually adds to the songs themselves. Trying to fight through the clangs, hisses, and screeches—given equal volume attention as the songs—trains your ears to approach the tracks in a new way. And it is precisely the forgoing of any straightforward approach to listening that makes Rip It Off one of the better albums this year, because it reminds you that sometimes the best burgers are made on the shittiest grills. –Tal Rosenberg

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MP3: Times New Viking-”Drop Out”

47. Dub Colossus-“A Town Called Addis” (Real World Records)

Had Nick Page, a.k.a. Count Dubulah, a.k.a. Dub Colossus, taken a dilettantish approach to A Town Called Addis, it would’ve been a colossal bust. After all, the plotline of white British musician heads to Ethiopia in search of authenticity, finds local reggae and jazz artists and creates a tasteful homage to be released on Peter Gabriel’s record label, sounds like a late-period Wes Anderson film (with Owen Wilson playing Nick Page and Adrien Brody as Peter Gabriel).

A Town Called Addis’ success lies in Page’s adroitness in appropriating and advanced world music–something he’s done since 1990, when he founded the Trans-Global Underground, a group with a pan-global focus long before Ezra Koenig had encountered his first Oxford Comma. Collaborating with a team of Ethiopian musicians, A Town Called Addis is the rare modern-day reggae record worthy of its 60s and 70s forebears. Tinged with an afro-beat, Azmari, and jazz filagree, Dub Colussus create pure stoner soul: soft, narcotic nods that float in vernal bliss.–Jeff Weiss

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MP3: Dub Colossus-”Azmari Dub”

46. Tobacco-Fucked Up Friends (Anticon)

The quasi-front-man from Pittsburgh psych-weirdos Black Moth Super Rainbow, Tobacco’s solo debut is a darker and harder-edged, with arterio-sclerotic hip-hop beats bearing the brunt of the Rural Pennsylvania isolation they were recorded in. Outwardly anachronistic, Tobacco’s nostalgic impulses are rooted deeper than cheap irony. A close listening reveals the conflict embedded in Tobacco’s genetics, between a desire to craft a futuristic hybrid of hip-hop, electronica and psychedelia, with a vanished world of Bazooka Joe mellotrons, blinking boardwalk lights and epileptic video arcade clatter. Like Dandelion Gum, Fucked Up Friends delivers on the notion of sound as color as well as anyone this side of Dungen and Caribou. To quote Homer Simpson, “with friends like these, who needs friends.”–Jeff Weiss

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MP3: Tobacco-”Truck Sweat”

45. Koushik-Out My Window (Stones Throw)

The ethereal and dizzy disarray of Koushik’s Out My Window simulates what it’s like to spend an hour or two hovering over a stove, taking knife hits of lumps of black tar opium. Grounded alternately in Dilla-like hip-hop instrumentalism and sepia 60s pop, the Canadian-born, Vermont-based Koushik most frequently evokes 4Tet, Caribou, Shadow and James Yancey. Yet in its paring of B-Boy breaks to druggy, frail guitar chords, Koushik creates an entirely unique aesthetic. Handling vocals himself rather than sampling or enlisting guests, Koushik’s voice floats membrane-thin, pale and ghostly, wriggling its way into the gut of each track. It’s the album as hazy swirl of dust, full of blissed-out guitars and scuffed drums. Few windows afford such gorgeous views.–Jeff Weiss

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MP3: Koushik-”Lying in the Sun”

44. Karl Hector & The Malcouns-Sahara Swing (Now-Again)

Karl Hector seeks to effect an air of mystery–which can be expected from a man saddled with the hardship of being born with two first names. Information about him is scarce and his discography is even scarcer, with only a previous 7-inch recorded a dozen years ago during his tenure as the ringleader of an ostensibly aviation-clad outfit called the Funk Pilots. Yet his influences are unmistakable: Fela’s slick, seraphic swing and James Brown’s filthy pigpen R&B. Backed by a Krautrock-weaned, German backing band, intimations of Can’s proggy funk are also salient throughout the breezy 45-minute Sahara Swing. Sure, it’s easy to chide Malcoun for his retrograde leanings and inability to better his canonized forebears, but few records cut in 2008 can match its graceful glide, crisp jazzy jams and disco-inflected and deep dance grooves.–Jeff Weiss

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MP3: Karl Hector & The Malcouns-”Nyx”

43. Raphael Saadiq-The Way I See It (Sony)

Raphael Saadiq is successful, accomplished, talented, respected, and has constructed a catalogue that will live forever in the annals of R&B and funk. That’s why, The Way I See It, feels like a big “fuck you” album. As though Saadiq made the album after watching VH1 Soul for 17 hours straight thinking, “Really? Y’all are getting more shine than me?!?”

Maybe that’s too far, but something lit a fire under Saadiq, who has spent the last decade producing and appearing on records for friends and lovers, but never matching the commercial success of his groups Tony to the Third Power and Lucy Pearl. Borrowing from Stax and Chess and Ike and Otis–if tambourine players had a union, this album would feed Rhode Island. He reanimates the Motown sound without sounding desperate–Stevie Wonder just blows his harmonica on “Never Give You Up” then goes back to wearing velvet suits. “Sometimes” swings while channeling Sam Cooke. “Just One Kiss” is tender and soothing, even with an appearance from his snowflake boo Joss Stone. “100 Yard Dash” sounds like happy hour in Chicago. “Calling” is the McFly’s prom song at Enchantment Under the Sea. It’s a back-to-basics approach to let these sumbitches know that his .22 is always on the ankle. And it’s dipped in soulful honey. And it will still blow your face off.–Zilla Rocca

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MP3: Raphael Saadiq-”Sure Hope You Mean It”

42. Damu the Fudgemunk-Overtime (Self-Released)

Despite having one of the silliest monikers in contemporary hip hop, Washington D.C.’s Damu The Fudgemunk has mastered the craft of making beats. A part of the Panacea crew, ‘08 has seen Damu release a number of free EPs and tracks to keep his rep simmering and earn him placement on the radar of a broader audience.

What makes both Spare Time and its follow-up, Overtime, so enjoyable is their unbridled sense of joy and indulgence. Agenda-free, both releases reveal a love and appreciation for the dusty grooves that defined the late golden era. Rather than ignore the past, Damu embraces the aesthetic wholeheartedly and ultimately, his creativity yields infectiously enjoyable, punchy drum-packed, warm, crackling grooves. Few hip-hop producers understand the importance of courting a net-based audience and even fewer have done it with such gusto. Just leave the jibes about homosexual rodents out of it.–Dan Love

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ZIP: Damu the Fudgemunk-Overtime (Left-Click)

41. Okkervil River-The Stand Ins (Jagjaguwar)

I’m usually what some critics call a “poptimist,” because I supposedly give populism too much credit as a criterion for Good Music. So why did I keep cueing up Okkervil River’s cynical, overdramatized “Pop Lie” long after I got sick of Katy Perry’s and Lil’ Wayne’s chart-friendly charms? Because it’s musically and lyrically juicy enough to be my generation’s “Radio Radio,” that’s why. Will Sheff is the cleverest bookworm of his ilk, so if he doesn’t have John Darnielle’s heart or Craig Finn’s reach, he has the gift of snide, ragged bite to lend to kiss-offs like “Singer Songwriter” (“You wrote your thesis on the Gospel of Thomas”) and isn’t too cool to let the tambourine perpetuate his own classic-rock lies in “Lost Coastlines.” His band sounds like a Wilco that never advanced from Being There, and his voice sounds like a shredded throat. But more importantly, he’s not afraid to lie in his pop songs.–Dan Weiss

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MP3: Okkervil River-”Lost Coastlines”

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The 25 Best Non Hip-Hop Songs of 2008 (M-Z)

 Mezzanine Owls-”Snow Globe”

Because it never snows in Los Angeles, we’re forced to romanticize it. The first draft of “White Christmas,” originally chided a spoiled Angeleno,”longing to be up North on December 24,” surrounded by sunshine, green grass and swaying palms. The closest you get to white winters are weekend trips to Big Bear, truckloads of artificial snow carted in for winter wonderlands, and the bathroom stalls at Hyde. 

Jack Burnside, front-man for the severely slept-on, Mezzanine Owls,  is the anomalous native in a city of transplants. So it’s only natural that the stand-out song from the band’s epononymous JaxArt EP,  opens like Citizen Kane, focused on minature flurries of snow inside cold, curved glass. It’s an appropriate metaphor for a slippery place, equally guilty of  every bad stereotype and none at all. Backed by the band’s Mr. Plow-worthy rhythm section, Burnside’s wounded vocal and palpable desolation helps you realize how thin the glass is that separates an outsider looking in, from an insider looking out. –Jeff Weiss

My Morning Jacket-”Touch Me I’m Going To Scream Part II (Left-Click)

It took nothing short of uncut blind faith to trudge through the midsection of Evil Urges- and what better to support that claim than an eight-minute, italo-inspired track turning out to be the pot of gold at the end of a sugar-rotted rainbow. Kentuckians Do It Better? Maybe it’s how “Touch Me I’m Going To Scream Pt. 2″ managed to retain My Morning Jacket’s greatest and indisputably potent strengths in an unfamiliar setting- Jim James’ nonsense lyrics somehow achieving a cavernous quality, the rhythm section locking into a dynamic and telepathic groove and, most importantly, a real element of surprise replacing the obvious dilletantism of nearly every song that preceded it. Did “Touch Me” truly salvage one of the year’s most rightfully maligned turkeys? That it managed to make My Morning Jacket’s next exploration seem like a welcome risk other than a frightening night terror that “Highly Suspicious” was a demand for more of the same makes it better than that.–Ian Cohen

Of Montreal-”Wicked Wisdom”

Not accustomed to praising Of Montreal, a band that can be occasionally and extraordinarily irritating, it’s no coincidence that Kevin Barnes’ sex album is where we can meet halfway. “Wicked Wisdom” is a mess, but those same, self-conscious, over-the-top qualities make it compelling. The surrounding vignettes sound like the Fiery Furnaces at their most indulgent. Eventually, the five-minute suite swirls into a hooky, stuttery chorus that quotes Queen over a staticky beat and R&B-lite organ stabs. But not before he memorably raps “I’m just a black shemale/And I don’t know what you people are all about.”–Dan Weiss

Sam Sparro-”Black and Gold”

It’s easy to hate on effervescing electro-pop like Sam Sparro’s, which sounds like it should be the soundtrack to the kind of decadent coke-fueled narcisissm bloggers can’t enjoy sitting at a computer (well, some can). He’s singing about ladies’ dresses and jewelry–we think–the colors he sees in an overpriced nightclub full of repulsive jerks, where this music exists. Black and Gold are twin colors he sees when he steps outside and stares at the stars–when he thinks about faith and evolution and the why? He’s fine with rhyming matter with matter, because it doesn’t. This is Sparro, not Sartre, but “if vision is the only validation then most of my life isn’t real” remains a smidgin smarter than “I get all the girls, I get all the girls,” which the DJ has cued up next.–Ally Broon

Santogold-”L.E.S. Artistes”

For those not flailing ostentatiously in the mire of some insulated art scene someplace, “L.E.S. Artistes” may come off as a sly, self-mocking joke about, well, insularity, about listless identity-shaping, and about dreams that are slightly less than lucid. But for those of us who are, it’s really a sly, self-mocking treatise about a safe haven, a plant for one’s freak flag, and about dreams so close one can taste them. “I can say I hope / it will be worth what I give up” means one thing to me, and something very different to my parents.

Such are the perils and joys in writing about faith in the face of real and not-inconsiderable doubt, which is the world of this massive tune (that, and the formlessness of hipsterdom, but let’s not belabor it). Following the above, in that massive, glass-shattering chorus, redolent of the best Big Time Pop Rock can offer, “if I can stand up mean / for the things that I believe” strikes like a quick left hook (”mean”) in the middle of the passion play, Santi grew up in that place, and knows both sides, the dreamers and the dilettantes, how fine the line is between the two, and how often they are one and the same.–Jeff Siegel

Sigur Ros-”Gobbelidigook”

Finally, Sigur Rós come up with an adequate definition for what “Hopelandic” really is; prove that they can play something other than austere, droning alien cries and weeping guitar echoes; and gallop, rather than glide, through songs. The Animal Collective comparisons only hit it halfway: the key here isn’t that they crib Sung Tongs’ campfire chants and stereo panning, it’s that they relate to their inspiration’s youthful innocence, ebullience, and intimacy through wordless recitations from a different aesthetic viewpoint. For all the snide accusations claiming that Sigur Rós are esoteric one-trick ponies, “Gobbledigook” affirms that they’re masters of creating melodies that nudge crowning emotions out of the womb, hitting synapses that one didn’t know existed. And this time, they do it in three minutes.–Tal Rosenberg

The Chap-”Surgery”

Having traveled vast distances since 2003’s muddy, The Horse, Londoners the Chap have always taken a high-brow, detached stance on popular music. However, their tongue-in-cheek lacerations of, to paraphrase, oozing emotion and international dance-pop sensations, always smacked a bit of envy to go with their smirking post-modernism. With this year’s Mega Breakfast, the Chap seems to finally got a budget that doesn’t make their record sound like it came out of a Happy Meal. The blue-eyed cyber soul of “Surgery,” retrofit with a retro guitar riff and squirmy beat, might just have fallen ass-first off the back of an XTC record, or it might have spent the last 20 years hiding out in some London bell tower as Fine Young Cannibals’ evil twin. “Surgery” preaches not only with its skewed 80s signifiers, but with its cagey lyrics: “Hello hello / blood blood blood / We will perform surgery / Your body has things that throb” is as good a self-referential dance anthem as anything since, perhaps, “Get Physical.”–Mike Orme

The Mae Shi-”Run to Your Grave”

If the video for Mae Shi’s “Run to Your Grave” – a room crammed with G.Y.T. (grungy young things) wilding out in what might actually be a very deceptive American Apparel ad – seemed to encapsulate the song’s shouty communal vibe perfectly, it ran antithetical to the subject matter. We’re used to capital-A artists working out their God issues in song, but it’s always on a very personal level – Kanye, Jack White, Beck. It’s more difficult to imagine 19 of your best art-bros banging around ideas about God and mortality over a case of Miller High Life and the best Casios Craigslist has to offer. Of course, the Mae Shi are young and loud and seem to avoid earth tones so they leave the “Kumbaya” shit to Fleet Foxes and attack lines like “Don’t hold on to your riches/ ‘Cause when you die you’re a slave” with mosh-worthy guitars, Muppet-drumming, and irreverent volume. It sounds a little like a Field of Dreams for every kid with a No Age rainbow t-shirt self-conscious enough to know she needs a place to wear it besides No Age shows: “If you build it, they will come.”–Andrew Gaerig

The Muslims-”Extinction”

“Extinction” is proof-positive that for all our post-modern fuckery–the baroque ensembles incorporating harps, glockenspiels and fretless zithers, the Sparks sauced, neon knuckleheads clanging out pre-school riffs on Pro Tools and a Goodwill Yamaha; you can still write a great song with just two guitars, a singer and some drums. With Cro-Magnon simplicity, The Muslims (now re-christened The Soft Pack), unleash the surf guitar riff that Lenny Kaye never uncovered, drummer Brian Hill smacks the skins with proto-punk fury and lead singer, Matt Lamkin takes aim at the most well-worn topic: the ex that screwed you over.

The lyrics are as fury-filled and gutter as the music, starting off with the declaration that “if you give me a gun, I’ll point at you.” Later, he taunts, “I don’t owe anything to you.” It’s over in two minutes and all that’s left to do is play it again. Until we become Zoloft-zonked cyborgs and as long as there are garages to thrash in, this type of song will never go extinct.–Jeff Weiss

The Raconteurs-”Carolina Drama”

Jack White is a traditionalist at heart–a description often maligned in a critical environment opting for progressiveness over craft.  But White’s genius lies in his ability to make the old sound new, to mine the deep blues, mountain country folk and all the usual FM suspects and wring out wonderful combinations with all the same words. An ethos best articulated on Icky Thump’s sly “Rag and Bone,” as he and Meg inhabit the personas of junk collectors reveling in all the lost treasures people are foolishly giving away.

“Carolina Drama” is the best song on another serviceable Raconteurs effort because of the way White unabashedly borrows from the usual tropes: a rogue milkman, a preacher, an abusive boyfriend, little kids attempting to defend their embattled mother. One drummer, three guitarists, nothing fancy. But none of his peers can match White’s ability at exhuming all this dead matter and re-animating it with bold, earth colors. –Jeff Weiss

The Veronicas-”Untouched”

The string stabs that kick off this song course through the track like a rush of blood; to the head perhaps, but from the sound of things, the burst of intensity is driven by passion located around regions more nether. Lisa and Jessica Origliasso’s lust reduces them to spouting gibberish in the verses, but they eventually manage to spit out what they’re trying to say: “Don’t even talk about the consequence because right now you’re the only thing that’s making any sense.” Unlike many sex-themed pop songs sung by women, “Untouched” is about the desires of the singer rather than those of the listener; the Veronicas here have more in common with Mick Jagger moaning “I can’t get no satisfaction,” than, say, Christina Aguilera teasing, “You’ve got to rub me the right way.”

So if the Veronicas seem a little blank here, it’s because they’ve got other things on their minds. It isn’t as if they need to tell you what they’re thinking anyway; the surging electro beat and throbbing synths convey that more than effectively. The instrumentation pounds in unison, mounting the tension to unbearable levels as the chorus kicks in. “I feel so untouched right now,” the Origliassos gasp, as around them, the maelstrom swirls, culminates, and then subsides. When the strings return, it’s as a release.–Jonathan Bradley

TV On the Radio-”DLZ”

For a band like TV On The Radio, whose previous records often privileged a thoughtful, ponderous insularity, “DLZ” is an impressive reading of the marketplace: where once we mumbled about the state of affairs, now we acted. “DLZ” is a screed, but it’s not a bad thing for the rest of us if TVotRadio learns to be this strident in the future. More hearteningly, they’ve joined the body politic, which as November’s election results showed, expressed its dismay that for eight years this dog called America has lost a bone. The body politic also likes to dance, and “DLZ” is the band’s most realized hybrid of synthethic and organic beats to date: ominous background synths, falsetto harmonies, and pingponging percussion frame Tunde Adebimpe’s frenzied vocals. I don’t know what the hell a “long-winded blues of the never” is, and “DLZ” may limn a private apocalypse that’ll bore the rest of us, but as a committed member of the body politic I understand perfectly when Adembimpe barks, “Never you mind, death-professor,” drool running down his chin. Anger is an energy.–Alfred Soto

White Denim-”Let’s Talk About It”

In which a band whose name could be either an ironic or totally serious fashion statement essentially does Minutemen covering a track off Nuggets with a video shot in kitschy 70s styles where the lead singer—who bears an uncanny resemblance to Lester Bangs—takes his funerary wagon to a car wash. Need I say more?–Tal Rosenberg

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The 25 Best Non Hip-Hop Songs of 2008 (A-L)

Graffiti originally spotted on Bedford Ave., Williamsburg in 2002–soon followed by copycat  crimes on Silverlake Blvd. and San Francisco’s Mission District. Now playing at a Hot Topic near you. For spread-the-wealth reasons, this list was restricted to songs from albums that did not make the Top 50 cut.  As for Christmas wish lists: let us all pray that “indie” is never again wielded as a malapropism. No arguments when this exists.

Air France-”No Way Down”

The Gothenberg, Sweden duo known as Air France call their balearic-suffused tropical pop, “Socialist roof-top music.” Indeed, there’s something inescapably high about “No Way Down.” Not in a druggy way–though the track references the Happy Mondays–and it, plus a spliff and warm Carribbean waters, could make for an unbeatable combination. Nor does this perceived flight stem from the band’s nomenclature. No, gravity is negated by the effervescence of its rhythms–the white sand synths, littoral hand drums and insouciant island whistling. As the track’s elysian haze dissipates, a gentle refrain of “Hallulejuah” provides a fitting denoument. Air France make church music for atheists. They understand that when there’s no way down, you have to figure out how to levitate. –Jeff Weiss

Beck-”Gamma Ray”

Chugging along with insistent Technicolor guitars, “Gamma Ray” was one of Beck’s strongest singles in years. Like much of Modern Guilt—a seemingly tossed off collaboration with the ubiquitous Danger Mouse—this catchy slice of quasi-krautrock is markedly less opaque than much of Beck’s prior output; the lyrics, referencing melting icecaps, hurricanes, smokestacks, and heat waves, are nothing less than a twisted pop reflection of 21st century pre-apocalyptic malaise. Danger Mouse’s dense production finds room for surf guitars, gurgling synths, and chiming tambourines ornamented with Laurel-Canyon-style harmonies, but despite all the 60s signifiers, “Gamma Ray” sounds thoroughly modern. If Beck started out as a jokey, genre-hopping pop collagist, he’s quickly maturing into a classicist songwriter, building one of the most consistently varied and interesting catalogues in pop. Looming apocalypse or no, that’s no reason to feel guilty.–Patrick McKay

Black Mountain-”Wucan”

Black Mountain may wear their Quaalude-friendly influences (Floyd, Zepp, Sabbath) prominently, but there’s something inimitably sinister–and original–to their projection of the dark side of the hippie dream. Like Crowley-worshipping elder brothers of Brightblack Morninglight, Black Mountain’s “Wucan” might be stoner music, but it’s certainly not the laissez faire Harold and Kumar edition.* Instead, it summons the malevolent spirits latent in every trip–vivid hallucinations, tongue limp and listless as a log, pores oozing oil, and a stomach like a cesspool. The moment when you’re struck by the sickening suspicion that you’ve ingested too much and need help.

Frontman Steven McBean mutters Mephistolean incantations: “The haunted ones howlin’ in your head/’yeah it’s a broken scene’/that won’t bring you home.” Amber Webber chimes in with her ectoplasmic coo: “But we could come together.” The video helps to explain:  the band shrouded in shadow, fascinated by the most atavistic elements–sky, mountains, plants, desert, and ancient Indian drums. It’s dualism at its most stark: the manichean struggle between light and dark, heaven and earth, life and death.

*That would be Wolf Mother

-Jeff Weiss

Cheveu-”Lola Langosta”

By midnight on the final evening of SXSW last Spring, I had eaten a fistful of mushrooms, drank a half dozen shiners and inhaled about eight thumbnails of dirt weed from a battie. Somehow, I’m not exactly sure as to the logistics, I found myself inside Bourbon Rocks, watching a guy in a silk shirt, cowboy boots and a bald penis-shaped head try to run Pick-Up Artist game on a pair of blondes in front of me. Meanwhile, onstage,  quite possibly the shittiest band I’ve ever seen rocked a rapturous audience. I wish I were exaggerating but I’m not. Here is The Matches’ photo.  See what I mean.

For five minutes that felt like five hours, my outlook on humanity sank to a nadir only matched during those two weeks when it looked like Sarah Palin was going to become the next vice-president. Distraught and heavily medicated, I staggered outside onto the patio area where Parisian noise/electro outfit, Cheveu fortuitously unleashed a show so powerful that all I can remember about it is that it felt like 50 mile per hour gusts of wind were bowling me over. I was reasonably certain I had stumbled onto the next greatest band. The world was temporarily saved, good had defeated evil, I was free to employ the insanely dubious logic that downing two Sparks consecutively was the only logical option to stay drunk and wired.

When I got home and actually played Cheveu’s enonymous album, I realized that they weren’t the French Stooges. Like Hansel realizing that he’d been smoking peyote for six days and had actually never been to Mt. Vesuvius, I understood that the drugs had helped embellish. “Lola Langusta” is the exception, a thrashing, horn-filled, psych-guitar workout that might be best lo-fi noise pop* song in a year filled with strong competition. Plus, it’s proof that I’m not completely crazy.

* I mean, am I really supposed to use the phrase Shitgaze?

–Jeff Weiss

David Byrne/Brian Eno-”Strange Overtones “

Past rock heroes making Surprisingly Good new records is about as boring as songs about songs, and this is one, but David Byrne, his age-flattened voice the peculiar croon of an ex-neurotic (and his gentle alienation still the mark of the mild autistic he probably is) narrates the creation of “Strange Overtones” like it’s a love note (to Brian Eno, I guess). More importantly, Eno deserves it - like most of Everything That Happens Will Happen Today, the track he provides is a rich, curious groove, atop which Byrne floats and coos like the weirdo butterfly he’s become. A dangerously light song, yeah, barely there - but Byrne’s always been halfway to vanishing. The trick (Zeno’s, I think) is making it a very long halfway.–Theon Weber

Diplo-”Brew Barrymore”

I suppose it’s tantamount to being a lit critic and admitting you like Atlas Shrugged, but I prefer Diplo when he’s less adventurous. I don’t need the Baltimore club stuff, the Brazilian baile funk and [gasp], the early M.I.A.  material. Call me Bill Kristol all you want–I’ll take this re-working of A Tribe Called  Quest’s “Electric Relaxation,” and/or the Dub mixtape with Santogold, any day.

Unveiled at the dawn of summer for the Roots BBQ in Philly, the transplanted Illadelphian lifts Phife Dawg’s, “I like ‘em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican and Haitian” line and blends it with the graceful glide of original sample source, Ronnie Forster’s “Mystic Brew.” Adding some fierce, clapping drums and out of the crates comes, “Brew Barrymore,” a track that only has one thing in common with its namesakes: you want them both at your party.–Jeff Weiss

The Decemberists-”Valerie Plame”

I’ve had it with this band. You should know that. I live in their fucking city and I was at their fucking Obama rally (half a mile back, delicately euthanizing a margarita) and for several months I dated a girl whose roommate learned their songs meticulously, one at a time, on the fucking ukelele. But we’re not dating anymore. So loving the hook of their love-troubled-by-espionage song (which by the way is like their third one, for goodness’ sakes) was a little like admiring our fading President’s shoe-dodging acumen earlier this week: a pithy, surreal return, now the real danger’s past, to a place I’d grown humorless about. “Oh, Valerie Plame / If that really is your name” is actually cathartic, eight years’ disasters made a jaunty joke. Of course it’s confusing to love a spy - poor Joseph Wilson! Why didn’t we think of this at the time? Someone find a ukelele.–Theon Weber

Department of Eagles-”No One Does It LIke You”

“No One Does It You” is the kind of song that makes you feel stupid writing about because even stripped down to its most simple parts (see the video above), it’s pretty much perfect. And nothing in life is perfect, so how can a song be. And really, what a cliche. But it is–along with Grizzly Bear’s “While You Wait For the Others (see blurb bel0w) and “Two Weeks,” Danniel Rossen has been a part of three perfect songs in one year, more than many songwriters see in a lifetime.

According to my iTunes, this is the 20th time I’ve listened to, “No One Does It Like You.” I still couldn’t tell you what the song is about. Probably love. It sounds like it. But why am I supposed to analyze lyrics when you can feast for days on The Beatles-worthy harmonies (yes), effortlessly breezy bounce and straight-out-of-the oven keyboards. And the moment just after the 2:00 minute mark where the song comes to an unnatural end, before exploding into even more colorful constellations. Really, the only line you need to pay attention to is the chorus: Nobody Does It Like You. Exactly. –Jeff Weiss

Dr. Dog-”The Ark”

Perhaps its the rabidness of Dr. Dog’s fan base that elicits such fierce jabs from their detractors—like all of their records, Fate received drastically mixed reviews.  Of course, their weaknesses are out in the open: an all-too familiar aesthetic that overly swipes from The Beatles, The Band and The Dead. Lyrics occasionally capable of making Jim James’ lesser work on Evil Urges look like Blood on the Tracks. But that’s missing the point. Like My Morning Jacket, the band that took them on their first national tour,  Dr. Dog are linchpins of the Bonnaroo set, with jam band leanings, sometimes inconsistent studio albums and a salient Muppet Show fascination.

All you hope for is a half-dozen strong songs to work into an already stacked setlist. Fulfilling those modest expectations, Fate delivered “The Ark,”a tune making up for in atmosphere what it lacks in lyrical acumen. Toby Leaman belts his great beards and burlap voice, backed by cozy Fender Rhodes keys, crisp guitars, glowing organ lines and three-party harmonies–the result is that few songs in 2008 made for such rich comfort food. –Jeff Weiss

Fleet Foxes-”Mykonos”

Let’s just get this out of the way now: There’s nothing inherently original about Fleet Foxes. They aren’t prophetic, they aren’t cerebral, and surely aren’t the most photogenic bunch. However, you can’t deny that these guys are sharp. Take “Mykonos” for example. It’d be easy to classify this song as “laid-back,” but on closer inspection, you can hear the force with which the band plays every instrument. The harmonies are lovely, sure, but what are they trying to convey? This is a song about brotherhood, about trust; the harmonies are epitomizing the theme of togetherness that runs through the track’s undercurrent (”Brother you don’t need to turn me away/I was waiting down at the ancient gate”). These are not weighty themes, and lyricist Robin Pecknold doesn’t try to make them out to be. In a James Mercer-like fashion, Pecknold merely abdicates to the tranquility of the music—the words are merely to advance the story, but aren’t the story in themselves. No, “laid-back” isn’t the right word. That would insinuate that this song, and this band, is lazy. Perhaps a better word would be “precise,” or better yet, “great.”–Andrew Casillas

Grizzly Bear-”While You Wait for the Others”

I admit to being unfamiliar with these guys aside from this song, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised by the Spectorish atmosphere, but Grizzly Bear use it for entirely different purposes than most of the Wall of Sound-loving contemporaries – not for nostalgia or even for emotional impact, but more to create a charged but sparsely populated space within which the sighing chorus of “While You Wait for the Others” suddenly smacks you upside the head. It’s a protean song – you could go walking in the rain to it, or indulge in some making out, or drift off to sleep, and that subtle organ, the twisting guitar, and whichever one of the Chrises is singing remains just as casually devastating.–Ian Mathers

Los Campesinos-”We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed”

According to Gareth, this one is basically about the fact that even Los Campesinos! know they won’t be this good forever (you can’t be the kind of passionate fan he is and NOT realize how things burn out, no matter what). There are so many great, and perfectly performed, half lyrics here – “but they loathe me and I hate them,” “you say he’s got his teeth fixed, I’M GONNA BREAK THEM,” “Charlotte says it’s more productive than the one you did in Canada,” and of course the already much remarked upon, mass chanted “Oh, we kid ourselves there’s future in the fucking, but there is no fucking future,” which is less Significant than the more po-faced commenters would tell you, but luckily is also much funnier too. And it ends perfectly, talking of your own body breaking down with age and wear and care and then “I hope my heart goes first, I HOPE MY HEART GOES FIRST!” For as long as they do remain this good, it’s that kind of damn-the-embarrassment conviction that makes LC! truly great, and the fact that it comes packaged, as on this song, with at least six separate hooks just seals the deal.. –Ian Mathers

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The 25 Best Hip-Hop Songs of 2008

 25. Prafit-”Nice Weather”

The nice weather is long gone–the ostensibly immutable Los Angeles sun blotted by kidney colored clouds and cold rain. So Prafit’s ode to the sizzle of July feels like an antique postcard documenting endless light, chicken breasts smothered in BBQ sauce, and basement parties. Disco Vietnam’s beat sounds invincible like summer: celestial choirs, twinkling xylephones that sound like the ice cream man’s siren, primary colors blending. The answer lies in the coda–Prafit pausing, reflecting that when the weather’s this nice you don’t want it to stop. It’s a wish only understood in the perfect shadows of a 7:00 p.m twilight–that by some fluke, time will wait for at least a little bit. –Jeff Weiss

24. The Game ft. Lil Wayne-”My Life”

Lil’ Wayne spends so much time filtering his voice through Auto Tune that he probably even keeps the vocal effect activated while he talks to his mom, but along the way he’s found some pretty special uses for it. The icy, detached hook for “My Life” is one of his best; the electronics warp his weary tones as he begs God to explain why Wayne should live in a world where others die. “Like, what the hell am I doing right?” he asks, bewildered, wringing more emotion from his eight lines than many rappers do from entire albums.

Game, for his part, lends the song his usual mix of clumsiness (“My life used to be empty like a glock without a round”) and emotional clarity (“I needed my father, but he needed the needle”), and even, when he offers to share his mother with Kanye West, both at the same time. Game does contribute a few inspired moments of his own, however, and none more so than an unexpectedly effective Dante-esque fantasy, in which the rapper parks his Impala inside the gates of hell and smokes marijuana with Satan, while the pair listens to gangsta rap played backwards. It probably sounds like that Lil’ Wayne hook.–Jonathan Bradley

23.  Murs-”Can It Be (Half A Million Dollars & 18 Months Later)”

“It’s been 2 years…of waiting man!” Murs shouts at the beginning of Can It Be”–and it was worth the wait. His best single since 9th Wonder assisted “Bad Man,” Scoop DeVille builds on The Jackson 5’s “I Wanna Be Where You Are,” while MURS kicks urgent granola righteous raps that veer closer to latter day Common than The End of the Beginning. The interplay between the rhymes and a young MJ vocal set up a litany of things that have corroded under MURS’ watch: indie hip hop, homies on coke and heroin, the economy. An alternate title for this song could’ve been “Shit That Pisses Me Off–”the passion and pain in MURS’ delivery co-sign that idea–Zilla Rocca

22.  Jay-Z ft. Santogold-”Brooklyn We Go Hard”

This is the year of 808s and Heartbreak, but the evolution of Kanye’s production has been lost in the hype–the way he’s explored both texture and sound, the way he’s finally got his drums pounding. Yeah, Jay’s flow is very 2007 Weezy (who bit 2004 Jay, which makes this very Beatles/Beach Boys circa ‘66), but it’s the first new sound we’ve heard from him since The Black Album. “Brooklyn We Go Hard” is the only Hova ‘08 track that remains interesting beyond one listen. Jay always performs well when he has a purpose and paired with Santogold’s fresh legs (no Mannie) and the motivation to come correct on the Notorious soundtrack, the special inspiration paid off. — Trey Kerby

21. B.O.B. ft. Lil’ Boosie & D.G. Yola – “Fuck You”

“Fuck You” is Southern rap via Son House or Robert Johnson, and perhaps with a bit of Hank Williams’ “Rambling Man” thrown in. Built around spare guitar-plucking and a mournful harmonica, B.O.B, Lil’ Boosie and D.G. Yola tell fair-weather friends that they never needed them anyway, but, of course, it’s a front. Boosie, in particular, adroitly uses his nasal bleat as a conduit for guarded defensiveness. “All I need is my voice and some fine weed,” he snarls, but it doesn’t disguise his hurt at being unable to hang out with buddies now that he’s a famous rapper and all. “Yesterday, me and my dog got loaded,” he relates. “Cracked a joke on my dog, my dog exploded.” Part of the appeal is that with the exception of Boosie, none of these rappers is particularly successful, so when, in the hook, B.O.B. sings “They say that I’m changing, cause I’m getting famous,” it sounds less like celebrity whining and more a description of friends drifting apart. In the mini-genre of songs about rappers rolling one deep, this is up there with Z-Ro and Trae’s “No Help” as one of the best. —Jonathan Bradley

20.  Bishop Lamont-”Grow Up”

Few rappers come more honest than Bishop Lamont. We learn this immediately, with “Grow Up’s” naked confession that “[Bishop]] used to think fucking up was cool until [he] didn’t pass high school.” Later, he calls out a grown-ass man with “a wife at home…wasting gas tryin’ to bust a bitch.” Sure, the entirety of his second verse kicks a typical rap-sucks-nowadays homily. But what isn’t run of the mill is how cleverly Bishop ties this to emotional immaturity. The shit talk entertains, but the way he articulates the genre’s callowness makes it stick.

Behind the boards, Dre displays what a weird head space he’s in right now, pairing a gentle guitar arpeggio to thumping claps, spacey, humming synths, and strings and harps. The result is a delicate balance between the underground and the mainstream that suits the self-proclaimed backpacker signed to Aftermath, an oxymoron if there ever was. But the real hero is Bishop, who writes his own “2nd Childhood”, a vivid portrait of how hip hop’s immaturity leads to poor lifestyle choices.. The candor is refreshing, especially in a genre where a rapper can make headlines by persistently denying his past.--Aaron Matthews

19. Re-Up Gang-”20 K Makin’ Brothers on the Corner”

The Clipse have to be the most frustrating artists in all of hip hop. For every unabashed, snarling antisocial anthem they make like “Keys Open Doors”, they make another equally flaccid facisimile like “Fast Life” from the insipid Re-Up Gang full-length this summer. Luckily, “20 K Money Making Brothers On The Corner”, a vicious, frothy, foaming at the mouth posse cut, is the former. The Brothers Thornton et al. deliver their trademark, coke-infused verses with the type of the fiery hunger and passion that keeps me coming back to them despite all of their well-regarded lack of subject diversity. When they make cuts as angry and furious at this, it doesn’t even matter what they rhyme about… and Jesus Christ, where the hell has Dame Grease been since “It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot?!” I forgot he even produced “Stop Being Greedy.” –B.J. Steiner

18. Ludacris-”MVP”

The people surprised to see Ludacris score a Primo beat are the same folk who conveniently forget that the boom bap architect is himself a Houston native. Trivia aside, it’s logical that the regional rap boundaries between different sects are beginning to blur, and ‘MVP’ is proof positive that the process can produce some truly great music that transcends geographical constraints.

But there’s no denying that this particular song is redolent of New York, Premier’s midtempo string-laden backdrop evokes smoky Brooklyn basements and flickering shadows on subway stations. Luda rips through well-executed braggadocio with aplomb, and though his claim to be the “first southern rapper on a Premo beat” may be misplaced, (I imagine Scarface might have something to say about that),  it doesn’t detract from a no frills cut that pulls few punches on its way to getting your head nodding.–Dan Love

17. Black Milk-Give the Drummer Sum

Creating an underground banger was no easy task in (8)08: do you look towards the mainstream? Do you ignore it and act like it’s ‘95 all over again? Or do you find inspiration in other genres of music and risk alienating your core audience? Black Milk chose none of the above for his lead single, synthesizing his unique vision into its hardest, most direct manifestation yet. First: the titular drums don’t just knock, they explode, setting the stage for the horn heavy groove complete with subtle shakers, Dilla-esque sirens and (if you listen closely) old school James Brown grunts in the background. By the time the chorus hits, any self-respecting hip-hop head is bouncing off the walls, feeding off the energy and stuck with a vicious case of head-nod. Meanwhile, BM’s in-the-pocket raps are surprisingly on point, elevating the man from a producer/rapper that rarified space where his beats and rhymes just interlock. While Milk’s rhymes are more musical than substantial, by picking up on the verbal-gymnastics of collaborators Royce and Elzhi, he makes a convincing case for adding accapellas as well as instrumentals to his records. Forget The Dilla comparisons: 2008 saw Black Milk stand on his own two and deliver one of the craziest, most original joints of the year. Props are in order.–Sach O

16. Lil Wayne-”Let the Beat Build”

In order to understand why “Let the Beat Build” is the best song on The Carter III, you’ve got to pay attention to the myriad styles Waye employs. In the first verse alone, he goes from Rawse to Jeezy to post-retirement Jay-Z to turn of the century Jay-Z, then tackles the whole second verse in standard Weezy cadence before going full retard for the finish.  Sure, the lyrics reek of standard Wayne silliness (he’s a Blood, he deals, he has bodies) is, but his song structures is unsually strong here and his brief attempt at humility is endearing: “used to think my shit don’t stink, boy was I wrong.” Yes, it’s followed immediately by the declaration that he “approves million dollar deals from my iPhone,” but at least he tried. When focused and dedicated to actually rapping, stuff like this makes Wayne’s “best rapper alive” claims not seem entirely ludicrous (no Chris Bridges).  –Trey Kerby

15. Danny!-”The Groove”

There’s something implicitly throwback about Danny Swain. In a world, where every rapper with a camera phone and a You Tube account feels the burning urge to bombard you with a mixtape a month, random Zshares and the occasional video of them singing in the shower to “Pop Champagne,” Danny lays low–all too aware that grinding and shameless self-promotion aren’t necessarily synonyms.  Instead, he pops up once a year to drop one very good album and somehow stays patient enough to not write death threats to El-P for continuing to hold up his depressingly delayed Def Jux debut.

“The Groove” is his most impressive work yet, with the 25-year old Atlanta/Charleston resident excavating an obscure sample of Janko Nilovic’s “Tapatapa”from a weird 1970s French Music library and turning it into the best Friday night anthem this side of the Hold Steady. Danny plays the hammy party starter–bragging about his guitar hero skills, thanking himself for solos, cranking that “Danny Boy,” (which, presumably is something done only in South Boston, in the cloak of night). If you can’t feel the groove here, you probably don’t have a pulse. –Jeff Weiss

14. Chef Raekwon ft. Ghostface Killah-”Necro”

Ghostface saves the mermaid-fantasias and child abuse dialectics for the solo albums. When he gets together with the Chef, it’s like what happened when you hung out with the kid your mother told you not to mess with. Singing Staten Island stick-up slang in the key of blue and cream, Rae sets it off–uptown in October (”late Fall, dime season”)  pushing heroin surrounded by an inexperienced crew of 14, who don’t know how to act–toting machine guns (”macs”),  razor blades (”Gilletes”) and tons of cash (”stacks.)” The bloodhounds are on him, the paranoia’s palpable, but the always icy Rae knows they’ll take the town.

On the other side of NY, Ghost is holed up, high on blunts and Irish whiskey, with a white pregnant girl going down on him. Suddenly, the door busts open and a man with a gun licks off a round, enraged that Starks snatched his chick. The Wally Champ blasts back, leaving the girl looking like Cameron Diaz in Something About Mary. Trying to talk the shooter off the ledge, Ghost cautions him to chill–what does he expect from the same girl they ran trains on last week. (I’m guessing in a Days Inn?) Clocking him in the face and disarming him, Tony takes control and within seconds is ordering his humiliated rival to go the freezer and put a steak on his black eye, or at least some bologna. It’s not until Ghost forces him to go to the corner to pick up a 40 (cold and wrapped in a paper bag), plus the taunting admonition to buy a diaper and a bib, when we realize that the would-be assassin is his own 25-year old son. –Jeff Weiss   

13. Kanye West ft. Young Jeezy-”Amazing”

In 2005, “Amazing” would have been a chest-thumping anthem (”Never gave in/Never gave up”) with huge drums, a blaring soul sample, and probably a tuba solo from Jon Brion. However, after the hellish year that Kanye West has had– and the two major losses he suffered– we have this, a funeral dirge with minor-chord piano stabs, slurred vocals, clicking, clacking rim shots, and a hook with a chord progression that sounds eerily similar to Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise.”

What could have been yet another celebration of ‘Ye’s greatness turns into a pep-talk gone unconvinced, standing in front of the mirror, desperately trying to psych himself up, showing that sliver of vulnerability that runs through the undercurrent of some of his songs. Young Jeezy tries to shift the mood by adding some well-needed Jeeziness, but even while doing so, Kanye’s mood alters this guest verse, with Jeezy carefully watching his blood pressure and looking over his shoulder at the looming shadow of federal prison.--Douglas Martin

12. El-P–”Mike Douglas”

What’s so frustratingly great about El-P is that whenever he spits that simpitico, kindergarten simian Windex raps, he fucking KILLS IT! “Mike Douglas” joins the classic, “We’re Famous,” as an exercise in calling out rappers who piss him off–only this time, critics get the dick too. “Everybody’s afraid to say that it just sucks to watch talented motherfuckers pretend to sell drugs.” His flow is almost old school but definitely smug and amusing. The beat feels like an outtake from Funcrusher Plus thankfully not tarnished by Big Juss; pulsing dark synths are accented with occasional tweaked vocal stabs on the verses, and the hook features the Electric Prunes meets “Masters of the Universe”-style dramatic strings. Not much left to say except go ahead and “keep the crack raps up, that shit is double plus whatever the fuck!” —Zilla Rocca

11. Aesop Rock-”The Ghost of the Barbary Coast”

While most of his class of ‘99 peers are mired in navel-gazing narcissism, their quirks ossifying into rote formulas, Aesop Rock continues to tap untrodden and fertile territory. Recorded for the preternaturally gifted, artist Jeremy Fish’s, “Ghosts of the Barbary Coast Exhibit,” Aesop’s lyrics conjure daguerrotype visions of the Gold Rush-era center of San Francisco vice, The Barbary Coast–or as the narrator at the song’s beginning calls it “that sink of moral pollution…where men drink vile liquor, smoke offensive tobacco and engage in vulgar conduct.”

While None Shall Pass played like short stories anchored in personal revelation and unflinching recollection, “Ghosts of the Barbary Coast” is pure historical fiction. The details are correct: hobos stalking the lonely hinterlands of Pacific and Broadway, a jagged, filthy wharf filled with knives, pornography and bloated, bleached bodies. It’s not pretty, it’s just brilliant. Plus, any song that can use the word, “trollop,” without sounding stupid, is fine in my book. –Jeff Weiss

10. Royce Da 5′9-”Jockin’ My Fresh”

The feral intensity that Royce da 5′9″ spits on the second verse of “Jockin’ My Fresh,”  assures that it’s little coincidence that Jay-Z is sampled on the hook of this standout from Royce’s second Bar Exam mixtape. After all, Nickel Nine absolutely bludgeons this DJ Green Lantern-helmed beat–which has the gritty bounce of a driving scene from an obscure 70’s cop flick– with the belligerent arrogance, internal-rhymemindfuckery,and— let’s be honest— all-out GREATNESS of vintage-era Hov. Not to mention the womanizing: “Bitch, we ain’t friends/I ain’t Phoebe Buffay!”–Douglas Martin

9. Busta Rhymes-”Don’t Touch Me (Throw Da Water On Em)”

“Don’t Touch Me” is everything we love about Busta Rhymes in 3:33 song form: his impeccable ear for beats, his penchant for cramming 58 words per bar while staying on beat, and his energetic hooks that make you want to beat the shit out of everyone who works at Whole Foods. Unlike his Aftermath Era output, “Don’t Touch Me” sounds like Busta had fun and wrote it within 15 minutes of grabbing the beat from Sean C and LV, while blowing dust off his old Leaders of the New School Adidas jacket. How many other jawns from Bussa Bus reference a Cressida? The video is his best since “Dangerous” and the album Blessed never dropped, reducing Busta to what he’s best at: making hype singles. –Zilla Rocca

8.  Kidz in the Hall-”Drivin’ Down the Block Remixes a) West Coast  b) El-P version  c) Bun B, Cool Kids & Pusha-T Version)“

How do you improve on a song that’s an already pretty damn good on it’s own? Break out the rolodex and call literally everybody you have ever met in your life and ask them if they’d be willing to spit a hot sixteen over it? That’s what the Kidz in The Hall did when attempting to remix, their (quasi-) hit single, “Drivin’ Down The Block”, this year. It worked out absolutely masterfully as each new remix provided a new spin to the song. The West Coast Remix transformed “Drivin’ Down The Block” into vintage Death Row G-Funk. Pusha-T, Bun-B and the Cool Kids provided menace, growl and swagger to the proceedings. And as for El-P, he morphed the song into an apocalyptic trunk rattler perfect for when the inevitable zombie apocalypse transforms earth-realm into a demonic hellscape. Rarely, do remixes these days get so disparate and veer so widely from their original sources. In a world when 80,000 emcees lazily spit over “A Milli” and then call it a remix, the “Drivin’ Down The Block” Remixes remind us of a time when Pete Rock, Primo (and Puffy) used to regularly take a hot song and just make it hotter.–B.J. Steiner

7.  Q-Tip–”Move/Renaissance Rap”

From the forceful Dilla production, to Tip’s inimitable flow, to the low-fi Rik Cordero video, ‘Move’ is one of the greatest songs from one of the greatest albums of the year. Simple yet devastating, the track marries together a driving bassline, triumphant horns and deftly chopped vocal snippets in the creation of a sweltering disco/hip hop hybrid that’s as good as any other material that the pair have ever put together.

But there’s more to it than just dancefloor groove, with neat floursihes that keep it firmly under control. The bridge that follows the first full chorus pulls the track back from its otherwise relentless momentum–and just when you thought you were about to ride out on the beat Tip and Dilla completely flip the script on your sorry ass and drop you in an entirely different musical landscape that proceeds to whistle its way to a conclusion through darkened tunnels. It’s a masterstroke that enables the song to straddle that elusive space between the commercial and the underground and a fitting illustration of what makes Tip and Dilla so great in the first place.--Dan Love

6. Elzhi ft. Royce – ‘Motown 25’

Fans of the Detroit sound have been spoiled this year and ‘Motown 25’ arguably captures that aesthetic as well as any other single cut in 2008. One of only a handful of tracks to appear on both Europass and The Preface, the Black Milk production filters soul through industrial robotics to create a behemoth that ensures his spot as one of hip-hop’s leading producers. Heavily swung kick drums and brutal snare hits give the song its mechanistic bounce, but it’s the multiple layers that provide an infectious density and richness that make “MoTown 25″ a ripe candidate for rewind.

Lyrically, Elzhi turns in an undeniably great verse, but Royce steals the show with a vicious delivery and complex patterns adding sheen to Black Milk’s twisted metal. Bangers don’t come much more bangin’ than this, and in a year where some of hip hop’s grit was often hard to find, ‘Motown 25’ fed the appetites of those who like their music raw and uncompromising.–Dan Love

5. The Knux-”Cappuccino/ Cappuccino Remix”

Few singles ever intended new artists to the masses better than “Cappuccino.” The skronky horns, indie-rock riffs and 8-bit video game bloops sounded like little else in rap circa 08. Brothers Krispy Kream and Rah Al Millio sound like ten-year veterans, not upstart rookies from New Orleans who now call L.A. home. The OutKast comparisons ae  too easy and give little credit to the Knux, who possess more charisma and charm than the rest of the hipster rap class. The remix speeds things up, the platonic ideal between a Souls of Mischief and De La Soul collaboration circa ’93.  Daring to use a new beat rather than tacking on a big-name guest rapper,  The Knux realize that increasingly rare phenomenon: the remix that improves on the original.–Renato Pagnani

4. Jay Electronica-”Exhibit A (Transformations)”

With most new rappers concentrating on flyness, quirkiness and self-conscious attempts to be different, it seems that New Orleans’ Jay Electronica has the intelligent thug lane all to himself. Part Chuck D, part Nas, part Dilla and all certified OG, Electronica has been making noise for a minute but Exhibit A is the starkest testament to the man’s potential yet. Flowing relentlessly about the struggle, Jay name-drops Obama, Kurt Cobain, FEMA, Judas, Nat and Harriet the Candyman and Jesus Christ without ever coming off as a punch line rapper. Instead he uses these references to paint a bleak picture of the hood and to big himself up as the man who’ll lead it into righteousness. Meanwhile, Just Blaze found time to drop a brooding piano-n-synth based banger in between Numa-Numa sessions. Easily the most threatening beat he’s dropped since his Rocafella days, the darkness splits the difference between Havoc and Lil Jon perfectly with some choice movie quotes added for good effect. Without flooding the market like some of his contemporaries, Jay Electronica is primed for a banner year in 2009, assuming he puts an album out. Let’s hope.–Sach O

3. Nas-”Queens Get the Money”

Jay Electronica is exactly the kind of producer Nas should be working with and “Queens Get the Money” is the exactly the kind of song Nas should be making at this juncture of his career. Dan Bejar-like self-references to past glories abound (“Needed time alone to zone/ The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home”), the slightly off-kilter pianos and look-Ma-no-drums! production from his spiritual apprentice bring out something instinctual from God’s Son, something primal, both in the fierce precision of his single extended verse and the way it sounds like a one-take miracle. Nas has always been adept with religious imagery, and here he once again brands himself a messiah sent to banish “false prophets” from the rap landscape. “Queens Get the Money” is “N.Y. State of Mind.” updated for the times—the only thing it’s missing is its own Illmatic.—Renato Pagnani

2. Outkast ft. Raekwon-”Royal Flush”

You have to wonder at this point what form of twisted, unholy alchemy keeps two souls as widely different as Antwan Patton and Andre Benjamin making such brilliant music together almost fourteen years after their debut album. It’s totally and completely inexplicable that the two men who made songs as different as “Kryptonite” and “Prototype” on their own could mind-meld and make songs as perfect “Royal Flush.”

Everything on “Royal Flush” from Big Boi’s hungry and furious rhymes, to Raekwon’s detached, king-like authority to the way the drums seem to smash so hard that they sound like their causing the beat to decay and crumble sounds like the way great hip hop should sound. And that’s not even mentioning, Andre’s continued streak of unblemished, lyrical manslaughter that has been going on for almost two years now. This song is a worthy sequel to the threesome’s 1998 monster collaboration, “Skew It On The Bar-B,” in every way imaginable. Dre and Big Boi, please get the heads of your asses and make another album together. The world needs you.–B.J. Steiner

1. Wale-”The Kramer”

Despite being the best rap song of 2008, and the most poignant, articulate commentary on race relations of the calendar year, I’ve only listened to “The Kramer” three times start-to-finish. To a black welfare kid growing up in North Carolina who first got the word “nigger” shouted at him while he was walking to elementary school by two teenage skinheads in a car, hearing the word still stings. Especially when, just one year later, you’re on the corner watching crooked cops hog-tie one of your neighborhood friends (he was eleven), adding the adjective “dirty” to said racial slur, and tossing him into the back of a squad car.

Of course, there’s something that makes a black person uncomfortable when they hear a Caucasian utter or shout the dreaded N-word, whether it’s Michael Richards in ‘06 or Axl Rose in ‘88, but it’s even more so when you’re a black teenager in a Tacoma, Washington suburb, and your friends who happen to be No Limit Records enthusiasts don’t edit the word “nigga” when they’re rapping along. The kid in Wale’s verse whose confusion and distress were caused by the word could very well have been me. Or even one of your black friends. Or maybe it’s hard for me to willingly listen to the song because, in a way, Wale’s right: “Under every nigga, there’s a little bit of Kramer.”–Douglas Martin

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The 50 Best Hip-Hop Songs of 2008 (Part I)

Over the next two weeks, myself and a very talented cadre of contributors will be emulating the book above. Unlike said tome, it won’t cost money and you’ll get free MP3s–which, presumably, serve a tangible purpose. Now go cry into your near-beer, Phillip Ardagh, you lovable rogue.

50. Redman ft. Oh No-”Lay You Out”

You couldn’t pay me to be a kid today: anaconda jeans in vogue, Myspace as courting ritual, “Lollipop” as teenage head-anthem. (Wherefore art thou Akinyele?) But no matter how much I love the themes to Magic Johnson’s Fast break and Marble Madness (word to Jones and Soderberg) the kids have us beat on video game soundtracks. Listening to Redman and Oh No’s  contribution to Street Fighter’s HD release on XBox and Playstation, makes me feel like a 8-bit octagenarian.  Four Hadoukens out of four.

49.  2ew Gunn Ciz ft. Nico the Beast, M.O.G., Reef Da Lost Cauze-”CrushRock”

“Icky Thump” re-purposed as the sound a corpse makes when it hits the floor. Rhythm J flips Jack White’s squealing guitar-as-bagpipe hiss and hands it to some of Philly’s finest, who summarily dismember it. Ciz, Reef, and M.O.G. hit Manny Pacquiao-hard, but Nico steals the show with 16 bars of name-dropping that fits nicely next to Elzhi’s “Colors” and Edan’s “Rock and Roll, ” as great “Labels” songs of recent vintage.

 48. Praverb-”The King”

Wale might have been the first DMV MC to break nationally, but Northern Va’s, Praverb, demostrates the talent pool runs much deeper than just Mr. Folarin. Rocking a sample from Run DMC’s last great single, the Pete Rock-helmed, “Down With the King,” Praverb channels the spirit of ‘93 without falling until the underground sandtrap of maudllin, unremembered nostalgia.

* Though, I suppose you could sort of make a case for DJ Kool.

47. Termanalogy-”Watch How It Go Down”

In his first single * from 90’s homage-cum-debut, Politics As Usual, Boston-bred Termanalogy claims to be the second coming of Big Pun, an eye-rolling gesture for any fledgling artist, let alone a guy born hundreds of miles from the Boogie Down.  But give him credit for spending the next four minutes kicking a respectable imitation over a Primo-laced beat that sounds unearthed from the  Moment of Truth sessions. Term might lack the original style of his deceased inspiration, but ranks as one of his best disciples. And we can all probably agree that he’s better than Cuban Link. 

* Yes, I know this is two years old. However, it was officially released in 08.

46. Mighty Joseph ft. Vordul Mega-”Blood Sport”

All things considered, Vast Aire sparked a nice comeback between the Mighty Joseph record and his solo jaunt, Deuces Wild. But you know how it goes, The Cold Vein, blah, blah, blah. So this is the place where I make my annual plea for Vast and Vordul to get back together, call El-P and live happily ever after. Of course, I’m pretty sure they aren’t listening and I’m mainly doing this to egg the ex-Cannibal Oxer into wasting a Myspace blog post on me, a la Ben Westhoff. Jealousy’s a motherfucker.

45.  Scarface ft. Lil Wayne & Bun B-”Forgot About Me”

People were never going to forget about Scarface. Even the people who hate Southern rap rank him on their list of all-time greats and Bun B isn’t exactly far behind. As for Lil Wayne, his career might be better served if he’d let people forget about him for five minutes.  Or at least, agree to never appear at another Country Music Awards again (Like Zac Efron was so far-fetched?). “Ultimately, this songs only purpose is to be good and really, no better reason exists.

44. Camp Lo-”Nah Right”

Eskay stays winning. All I can say is,  hey man, next time you talk to Cheeba and Suede, tell them to do a Passion of the Weiss song. I’ll pay. I think I have some Bar-Mitzvah money stashed around here somewhere.

43. Del tha Funky Homosapien-”Raw Sewage”

Del’s return from ex-girlfriend-tried-to-kill-me hiatus drew mixed reviews, with most fans pleased to see the underground linchpin rapping again, yet slightly disappointed that 11th Hour didn’t meet the sky-high bar he’s consistently met through his career. But over stabbing horns, vinyl cuts and eerie synths, “Raw Sewage” sustains hope that Deltron 2 will satisfy every rap nerd’s dream. Should it ever arrive.

42. A.K. of Do or Die & Layzie Bone-”Guard My Life”

“Christian Rock,” turns off most discerning souls faster than the phrase, “Bea Arthur Nude.” But this fundamentalist impulse often yields some of the most stark and powerful songs in rap, particularly when Bone-N-Thugs N’ Harmony are involved. Granted, Bizzy, Wish and Krayzie are absentia, but aided by ex-Po’ Pimp, A.K. of Do or Die, Layzie amply carries the slack. On “Guard My Life,” a harrowing halo of mortality and fear is inescapable. If these two have more music in them like this,  let’s hope their prayers are answered. (And if not, I suppose I wish to confine them to the eternal flames of Hades).

41. Johnson & Jonson-”Hold On John”

Don’t tell Yoko about Blu and Mainframe’s haunting flip of this Plastic Ono Band prayer for self-preservation. Departing on similar flight patterns as that other John, the prolific LA rapper waxes philosophical on life, drugs, and death, turning in one of his most complete songs to conclude an already impressive Johnson & Jonson record.

40. Killer Mike-”Bad Day/Worst Day”

The Willie D of the blog-generation, Killer Mike’s voice absolutely drips with contempt and alienation on this alternately hilarious and damning diatribe against pretty much everything but Kevin Arnold of The Wonder Years (presumably, left for Ghetto Extraordinary II). In just 2 and a half minutes, Mike mows down Kobe, Don Cornelius, BET, Al Sharpton, Q-Tip, Andre 3000, Sisqo, Creflo Dollar, Murder Inc, and lets it be known that he’s up for “toe-tagging Grand Dragons.” By the way, if you’re Aryan Nation, “Fuck Hitler.” Mike and him share the same birthday–that bothers him too.

39. Kurupt-”Yessir”

There is a sort of litmus test that I have for deciding whether a rap song is merely a good “rap song” or a good “song”: I play it for my girlfriend. I admit this isn’t a flawless test, but it’s reliable more often than not. My significant other knows nothing about Pete Rock and his contributions to rap, nor much of Kurupt, but she knows that “Yessir” is four minutes of effortless, distilled swagger from one of the best rappers no one talks about anymore. Kurupt rides the sparkling piano keys with a level of self-confidence that makes his ridiculous rhyme patterns seem that much more impressive. And any song that inspires my girlfriend to randomly quote Kurupt is truly worth praise. —Renato Pagnani

38.  Jake One ft. MF Doom-”Get ‘Er Done”

When he wasn’t duping fans with a metal-masked doppelganger, 2008 marked Doom’s gradual re-emergence from his underground cavern, with the madvillain popping up twice on on fellow Rhymesayer, Jake One’s White Van Music, and once on Babu’s Duck Season 3. “Get “Er Done” is the finest of the trio, with Jake mimicking Dumile’s own cartoons, sugar and Saturday morning aesthetic and Doom actually not mailing it in. Presumably, because he couldn’t find a good vocal duplicate.

37. EMC-” Traffic”

On first listen “Traffic” sounds like a 9th Wonder track, and I assumed it was (Little Brother even show up, after all) until I found out that it was actually Quincey Tones who was responsible for the slice of stretched soul that plays soundtrack to the sun-drenched bliss that perfect July days bring. And it’s the small things that make this particular afternoon so special for Masta Ace and company: hollering at girls while driving around with your friends, kids outside the local deli playing, old folks sitting on porches reminiscing, impromptu block parties, loud music and chicken wings. This speaks to the greatest strengths of the rappers on this track—they sound like regular dudes who you’d love to kick it with that just happen to rap extraordinarily well. —Renato Pagnani

36.  Statik Selektah ft. Freeway, Young Chris & Peedi Crakk-”All 2Gether Now”

Few crews have squandered their promise like State Property. Had these guys stayed out of jail and record industry limbo for most of the decade, the above trio (plus Beanie) could’ve been Philly’s answer to Dip Set. That grand plan of ascending to be Roc-A-Fella royalty isn’t happening, but if they can crank out more ready-made anthems like this, there’s time left to fulfill their potential.

35. Kid Cudi Vs. Crookers-”Day N’ Nite Remix”

Until I caught the video for Crookers’ remix of “Day ‘N’ Nite,” this spot was originally reserved for the Cudi/Wale collabo, “Is There Any Love.” It’s not that the above clip is that good, but more that there’s something endearing to Cudi’s breezy nonchalance and willingness to play the fool without worrying about coming off soft. For the all shit “hipster rap” gets, it’s difficult to dislike a major label-signed artist who remembers that rappers are musicians not thug caricatures. Most interesting is the iconoclastic move to shoot the video for a remix done by an Italian house duo. Electronic and rap often don’t mix well (see Khalifa, Wiz), but Cudi’s humor and versatility certainly do. I wouldn’t be surprised if he blows up soon.

34.  Tobacco ft. Aesop Rock-”Dirt”

Superficially, the pairing of Aesop Rock and Black Moth Super Rainbow front-man, Tobacco would make for a strange mix. They’re hippie-freaks from the woods outside of Pittsburgh who play Richard Simmons videos at their concerts and name themselves after cash crops. Aesop is a misanthropic, hyper-syllabic B-boy from New York who used to call himself “Bazooka Tooth.” Then again, last year’s Dandelion Gum, with its woozy drum machines, cavernous mellotrons and cotton candy and LSD vibe, felt more like a cross between Moon Safari-era Air and Edan’s Beauty and the Beat record than it did “indie rock.” On “Dirt,” Tobacco’s fractured pop conjures a lazy Summer aesthetic, while Aesop craftily falls back into the pocket of the bubblegum beat and rides things out smoothly.

33. Zilla Rocca ft. Nico the Beast-”Raw to the Floor”

The beat for the last song on Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca succinctly summarizes why it–and by extension–the mixtape succeeds. It’s a combination of everything that you liked about hip-hop when you were growing up*: a timeless Bob James “Nautilus” sample, Primo’s Livin’ Proof-era formula of head-bobbing scratches and esoteric sounds, and a patina of Reggie Noble ad-libs swiped from “How High.” On the mic, Clean Guns have evolved into unique characters with agile rhyme skills.  Forever South Philly but not above making goofy retainer and Karate Kid references, or sarcastically using the phrase “Rootin’ Tootin,” Clean Guns aren’t popular among hip-hop bloggers because of nepotism, but because they’re pretty similar–except one group is really good at rapping.

*Excluding those born after ‘88.

32. Paper Route Gangstaz-”Woodgrain (EMYND Remix)”

EMYND’s remix for Paper Route Gangstaz’s turns what was once a buoyant ode to car finshing into a sinister, screwed stomp. Straight out of hip-hop backwater, Huntsville, and blessed with the imprimatur of hipster deity Diplo, shockingly, the Paper Route Gangstaz have yet to set the Southern Strategy set on fire. Surprising, considering this is the apotheosis of the Houston takeover fantasia of 05. * Even if it was made by two Alabama rappers from Alabama and a producer from Philly.

* I know, I know, it was a slow year.

31. The Roots ft. Styles P & Mos Def-”Rising Down”

Dear Mos Def,

I’m sorry. I probably told a lot of people that you really sucked. My bad. “Rising Down” is tangible proof that Hollywood has not harvested your organs and bartered them in exchange for an Emmy Nomination and one of Gabrielle Union’s toes. Congratulations. What good is a toe anyway?

Anyhow, someone (not your friends who tell you everything you do is brilliant) needs to tell you you can’t kick that genre-fusion shit convincingly. Sorry, you spend most of your time acting. I know, life really isn’t fair and yes, I understand that you want to keep pretending that you’re in Bad Brains. But people really like this “Rise Above.” So do I. Last time I checked, no one was really checking for The New Danger or True Magic. And that bizarre contraction of Wyclef Jean disease* that you exhibited at Rock the Bells this summer was not a pretty sight. Keep up the good work–I’m really looking forward to seeing Cadillac Records. 

Sincerely,

Everyone who bought a copy of Black Star and Black on Both Sides during the Clinton Administration

* Temporarily believing you are the reincarnation of Bob Marley and/or a flamingo.

30. Alchemist ft. Blu, Evidence, Talib Kweli, & Kid Cudi-”Therapy”

Alchemist arrives with the head-nodding psych guitar sample, Evidence kicks his admirably consistent slow flow that sinks into the plush pocket of the hypnotic, psych-guitar sample and soft drums. Blu plunders the 07-08, Andre 3000 method, but makes it his own. Kweli sounds resilient and recovered from the ungainly mid-career flirtations with the mainstream. Therapy was never this easy.

29. Southeast Slim ft. Wale-”The Bomb”

Every producer thinks they can rock the mic, but Southeast Slim might be the best to emerge this year (Don’t sob Ron Browz). On “The Bomb,” the man behind the beat for Wale’s biggest pre-Ronson hit, “Dig Dug,” enlists his fellow D.C. native to flow over a soulful sample of “I Heard It’s the Bomb,” from Go-Go giants, The Backyard Band (whose front-man Antwan Glover is best known for playing Big G/Slim Charles on The Wire).  Exhibiting an impressive chemistry, “The Bomb” suggests more excellent collaborations loom in the future.

28. Method Man & Redman-”Broken Language”
Blackout 2? I’ll believe it when I see it. How High 2? I’ll see it when I rent it. Unless I’m playing Chicago, Dr. Stephen Cheebahawking holds his breath for no one. Especially not for these guys, who almost certainly have the two most severe cases of “The Fuck It’s” on historical record. Take it from the doctor: watched pot don’t boil. Better to just let stoners pleasantly surprise you every now and again.

Method Man and Redman’s “Broken Language 2008,” was just that, a surprise, appearing out of nowhere in late February presumably to whet appetites for new Red & Meth material. It’s now 10 months later, there’s been a “Still High” tour but still no sign of any new music. Unsurprisingly, “Broken Language 2008” remains a pleasant surprise. Over the beat to the Smoothe Da Hustler classic Red and Meth’s version is arguably better than the original in every respect because Method Man and Redman are, in every respect, the best. With teaching-these-rappers-how-to-rap-again lines like “Pearl handled piece keeper / I piss gas and breathe ether” their chemistry sounds every bit as potent as it did 10 years ago. No one’s telling anyone to put the blunt down, but a few more surprises like this in 2009 will be more than welcome. –Disco Vietnam

27. Nas-”Esco (Let’s Go)”

Nas just isn’t funny. Otherwise, he’s pretty much incredible in terms of diction, pacing, and skill. But as great as he is, he’s rarely fun to listen to anymore. On “Esco (Let’s Go)” he eschews the sophistry and sanctimony for wanting to roll a B-L-U-N-T on watch B-E-T. He asks Elizabeth Taylor, when did ice turn to bling? She responds that he’s the 5th Beatle and the 10th Member of Wu-Tang.  In a discography heavy on didacticism, “Esco (Let’s Go)” is the rare instance where Nas actually listened to Jay-Z’s advice to lighten up. Or as Elizabeth Taylor told him, “let your nuts hang.”

26. Bun B ft. Lupe Fiasco-”Swang On ‘Em”  (Left-Click)

Acquitting himself for the apostasy commited when Fiasco repudiated the The 10 Commandments* in favor of a golden statue of 8-Ball & MJG, Lupe nimbly skitters across the tuba-thump and hydraulic quake of Enigma’s beat. Bun stomps in saber-rattling, boasting that he’s got that white, that brown and that purp. It’s a verse he’s done hundreds of times but due to blunt force, no matter how telegraphed the punch is, when he swings and connects, it always leaves a mark.

* Underground rap version.

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ZIP:  Top Hip-Hop Songs ( #50-26)

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The Best Reissues & Compilations of 2008

Steve Stein and partner Double Dee, were dropping lessons on kids when Shadow and Cut Chemist were still constructing crates out of lincoln logs.  Finally collected on the aptly named, Illegal Art label, Steinski’s seminal singles are that rarity–as fun as they are important. Neither The Avalanches nor Girl Talk, are remotely possible without the break-beat battery of an ex- advertising executive and a commercials engineer. What does it all mean? Just cop it and figure that out later. (hint: it can only be found somewhere within the collected discography of Alf). 

Review in OC Weekly

See Also Nate Patrin’s excellent Pitchfork review

Buy What Does It All Mean?

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MP3: Steinski-”The Payoff Mix”
MP3: Steinski-”Lesson Two (James Brown Mix)”
MP3: Steinski-”Lesson Three (History of Hip-Hop)”

Arabian Prince-“Innovative Life: The Anthology (1984-1989)

In a serious bid for ‘08 Angeleno M.V.P status (Manny Ramirez and K.O.B.E. nonwithstanding), Peanut Butter Wolf excavated these electro-funk jams from local hip-hop pioneer, Arabian Prince. Add that to the Carolina Funk comp, Karl Hector and the Malcouns, the Madlib and Koushik records and the Stones Throw conglomerate is better than even the backpackers thought it was.  Innovative Life presents a broad survey of the career of N.W.A. co-founder, the Arabian Prince–from the exotic middle eastern fantasies of “Strange Life” to his later work under the Professor X moniker. Plus, the sleazy lustre of the Prince’s jheri curl during the Reagan Years can only be matched by Eazy.

Arabian Prince Feature in the LA Times

Full Q&A Here

Buy Innovative Life

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MP3: Arabian Prince-”Let’s Hit the Beach”

V/A-Carolina Funk: First in Funk

Another Peanut Butter Wolf (and Egon) production, via Stones Throw subsidiary Now-Again Records, Carolina Funk combs both Carolinas to excavate 22 gorgeous and gutteral Southern funk cuts. Curated by North Cackalack native/cratedigger, Jason Perlmutter, this is a producer’s dream: arcane breakbeats, filthy grooves, and celestial soul. The sort of bible material that feels criminal to have been been hidden for so long–particularly, when one considers this.

Egon’s Story Behind the Record

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MP3: Paul Burton-So Very Hard to Make It (Without You)”

Neil Young-Live At Canterbury House (1968)

Before he became a viable candidate for G.O.A.T., Neil Young was a trepidacious 22-year old, hoping to launch a fledgling solo career following the dissolution of Buffalo Springfield. This acoustic set, taped at Ann Arbor’s Canterbury House just days before the release of his eponymous solo debut, displays Young Shakey’s fledgling genius and wry sense of humor. Half composed of Buffalo cuts, half yet unreleased songs, it’s a fascinating and beautiful document ideal for any Neil Young fan. Which, I presume, is all of you, barring some weird perversion like cannibalism or 2 and Half Men fandom.

Randy Lewis’ LA Times Review

Buy Sugar Mountain-Live at Canterbury House

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MP3: Neil Young-”Sugar Mountain”

 Nina Simone: To Be the Free-The Nina Simone Story

Nina Simone, in her 60s and 70s prime, singing standards and Bob Dylan, live . Elaboration seems redundant–I’m no Simone expert. We could tell talk the civil rights legacy, the 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea voice, but I’d be cribbing Wikipedia and ok, here.  You can read the history but it’s all in the songs.  This boxed set served as a suitable introduction to the wonder that was Nina Simone–for that, I owe someone a thank you joint.

 Buy To Be Free: Nina Simone Story

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MP3: Nina Simone-”Baltimore”

King Khan & The Shrines-The Supreme Genius of King Khan and the Shrines

I’ve written at length about Khan here and here. In the latter piece, I said that Khan was the best performer at the Pitchfork Festival, providing “a hammy blend of James Brown showmanship, eccentric brilliance and true lunacy.”  The guy took the stage in a gold Josephine Baker head-wrap, a black cape, too-tight stretch shorts and occasionally a Mexican Luchador mask. Rest assured, I will be writing more about this fellow in the future, as I like the cut of his gib–though he may show off his gib a bit more than is preferred.

Buy The Supreme Genius Of
MP3: King Khan & The Shrines-”Welfare Bread”
MP3: King Khan & The Shrines-”No Regrets”
MP3: King Khan & The Shrines-”Torture”

The Grateful Dead-Rocking the Cradle Egypt 1978

In the wise words of the Genius, this is “strictly fam members only.” Do you need the 15-minute version of “Shakedown Street,” recorded live at the Pyramids in 1978? Probably not. But I do and don’t fuck with my parade. I have powers. Political powers.

I’d make a terrible hippie.

Buy Rocking the Cradle-Egypt ‘78

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MP3: The Grateful Dead-”Shakedown Street (Live at the Pyramids, 1978) (Left-Click)

V/A-1970’s Proto-Rai Algerian Underground

Sublime Frequencies unearths these long-lost gems that built the foundation for the Rai movement that dominated Algerian music from the 80s and on. A cross between the smoky, Sahara guitars of Tuareg Bedouin music and the copper crash of classic 70s afro-beat, track two is called “Mazal Nesker Mazal (I’m Still Getting Drunk… Still.)” Best served with mint tea, couscous, and hookah.

Buy 1970s Algerian Proto-Rai Underground

MP3: Groupe El Azhar-”Mazal Nesker Mazal (I’m Still Getting Drunk… Still)”

V/A-Nigeria 70-Lagos Jump

Strut Records won’t cast as long a shadow as it deserves on this list. I’m pressed for both space and time, so just one album from the recently revived indie will make the cut. But rest assured, their entire 08 calendar, has been phenomenal. From Calypsoul ‘70, to Funky Nassau: The Compass Point Story, to Kid Creole’s Going Places, to this collection of Nigerian afro-beat in the key of Kuti, the label’s taste is impeccable and every release demands attention.

See also Aquarium Drunkard’s excellent review of Nigeria ‘70

Buy Nigeria ‘70-Lagos Jump
MP3: Sir Shina Peters and His International Stars-”Yabis”

Creedence Creedence Clearwater Revival 6 Reissues

We live in a post-Wes Anderson world, where the Kinks are the darling of every hipster sapling, as let’s be honest, they should be. So it’s time to annoint Creedence the title of the 60s most underrated group. Granted, the Coens valorized them and Forgerty can still work the minor league baseball circuit cranking out the jab/uppercut of “Centerfield” and “Proud Mary.” But more often than not they’re relegated to an imiginary second tier of 60s acts, along with The Animals, Donovan and Jefferson Airplane.  This reissue of their discography does yeoman’s work in bolstering the band’s rep, with a fresh coat of remastering and blistering live versions tacked on to each of the six discs.

Buy the 6-Disc CCR Reissues

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MP3: Creedence Clearwater Revival-”Suzie Q (Live at Filmore 3/14/69)(Left-Click)

Honorable Mention: 

V/A-Daptone Records Singles Collection Vol. 2; V/A-Calypsoul ‘70; V/A, Nigeria Disco Funk (1974-1979); Funky Nassau: The Compass Point Story

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