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millionreasons) wrote2022-12-12 11:54 am
millionreasons) wrote2022-12-12 11:54 am
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2002 in sound
My fave songs of the year.
A Certain Ratio: Shack Up. Let's start with something from 40 years ago. ACR were the best band at Rockaway Beach, bringing the party, the funk, the whistles. Of course, because all modern (6)Music is post-punk, this sounds like something released this May.
KVB: Unite. The second best band at Rockaway Beach: girl-boy synth-goth.
LIFE: Friends Without Names. The fourth best band in Hull go all moody 'n' melodic, like the autumnal sun setting behind the bridge in Hessle. I really miss yer.
The Lazy Eyes: Fuzz Jam. Funky, dreamy, rockin'. I want it all to be OK. I want it all to stay the same.
Wet Leg: Ur Mum. The Wetties continue their world domination with another single from their debut LP. It's almost kinda impossible for me to love them now that they're used as incidental music between TV programmes and are mentioned favourably on soap operas, but I still do.
Thank: Dread. I often hear a song on the radio and think: what the heck is this? before looking it up on the 6Music website and then never hearing from them again. This tale of renting horror is full of creeping basslines, spanking, spiky guitars, and incendiary shouted statements. And a saxophone.
She Drew The Gun: Behave Myself. I loved 2019's Something For The Pain and I love this one - about the power of misbehaving - too.
Nation of Language: This Fractured Mind. Synthpop-a-go-go.
Automatic: Strange Conversations. More moody dreampop. I go out, I go out, I go out on a Tuesday.
Nick Cave: Get Ready for Love. I've never liked Nick Cave, I thought he was an aged misogynistic goth singing about murdering women. Then I saw him at Primavera Porto and this upbeat slice of Cramps-y gospel-pop changed my mind.
Little Simz: Introvert. The best performer at Primavera.
Dry Cleaning: Strong Feelings. Another great Primavera performance, with the entertaining contrast between the static goth singer (she very much makes me think of the murderous Merricat from We Have Always Lived In the Castle) and the ebullient, metal face making guitarist. Spent £17 on mushrooms for you
Jungle: Good Times. I thought this song was recorded in 1975 in Detroit or Chicago, but nope, it's from this year from London.
Lande Hekt: Gay Space Cadets. This song has arrived here on a space ship from 1988. I'd be surprised if Miss Lande hasn't got some Motorcycle Boy or A.C. Marias in her record collection. I'm not that fuckin' stupid.
Gorillaz feat. Thundercat: Cracker Island. Usually I avoid anything Damon Albarn is involved with but I like this slab of electro-pop.
Special Interest: Herman's House. Really liked this punk-funk whoop-whoop song.
Morrissey: Trouble Loves Me. This song is not about being ill, it but just as when I was 15, Moz's lyrics seemed to be all about me: Just when it seemed like everything's evened out and the balance seems serene - trouble loves me.
Archie Bell and the Drells: Tighten Up. On a day at my lowest ebb, this came on the radio and I managed a shimmy around the kitchen to it and everything felt OK. I challenge you to listen and not want to dance.
Pigs x7 feat. The Lovely Eggs: Hot Stuff. I really dislike Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, but I really love The Lovely Eggs. Turns out when you put them together, they make a sleazy, hysterical version of the disco classic.
Deadletter: Binge. There are an inordinate amount of bands made up of athleisurewear wearing northern lads with a 'tude somewhere between Ian Brown and Mark E but I really dug this one.
Wants!
Needs!
Hopes!
Dreams!
Life's a binge!
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1HkbjKOgwcUJ0jqoTGsiEn?si=f47fda3958cf48f9
Also includes an in memoriam section: Roni Spector, Cathal Coughlan, Mimi Parker
A Certain Ratio: Shack Up. Let's start with something from 40 years ago. ACR were the best band at Rockaway Beach, bringing the party, the funk, the whistles. Of course, because all modern (6)Music is post-punk, this sounds like something released this May.
KVB: Unite. The second best band at Rockaway Beach: girl-boy synth-goth.
LIFE: Friends Without Names. The fourth best band in Hull go all moody 'n' melodic, like the autumnal sun setting behind the bridge in Hessle. I really miss yer.
The Lazy Eyes: Fuzz Jam. Funky, dreamy, rockin'. I want it all to be OK. I want it all to stay the same.
Wet Leg: Ur Mum. The Wetties continue their world domination with another single from their debut LP. It's almost kinda impossible for me to love them now that they're used as incidental music between TV programmes and are mentioned favourably on soap operas, but I still do.
Thank: Dread. I often hear a song on the radio and think: what the heck is this? before looking it up on the 6Music website and then never hearing from them again. This tale of renting horror is full of creeping basslines, spanking, spiky guitars, and incendiary shouted statements. And a saxophone.
She Drew The Gun: Behave Myself. I loved 2019's Something For The Pain and I love this one - about the power of misbehaving - too.
Nation of Language: This Fractured Mind. Synthpop-a-go-go.
Automatic: Strange Conversations. More moody dreampop. I go out, I go out, I go out on a Tuesday.
Nick Cave: Get Ready for Love. I've never liked Nick Cave, I thought he was an aged misogynistic goth singing about murdering women. Then I saw him at Primavera Porto and this upbeat slice of Cramps-y gospel-pop changed my mind.
Little Simz: Introvert. The best performer at Primavera.
Dry Cleaning: Strong Feelings. Another great Primavera performance, with the entertaining contrast between the static goth singer (she very much makes me think of the murderous Merricat from We Have Always Lived In the Castle) and the ebullient, metal face making guitarist. Spent £17 on mushrooms for you
Jungle: Good Times. I thought this song was recorded in 1975 in Detroit or Chicago, but nope, it's from this year from London.
Lande Hekt: Gay Space Cadets. This song has arrived here on a space ship from 1988. I'd be surprised if Miss Lande hasn't got some Motorcycle Boy or A.C. Marias in her record collection. I'm not that fuckin' stupid.
Gorillaz feat. Thundercat: Cracker Island. Usually I avoid anything Damon Albarn is involved with but I like this slab of electro-pop.
Special Interest: Herman's House. Really liked this punk-funk whoop-whoop song.
Morrissey: Trouble Loves Me. This song is not about being ill, it but just as when I was 15, Moz's lyrics seemed to be all about me: Just when it seemed like everything's evened out and the balance seems serene - trouble loves me.
Archie Bell and the Drells: Tighten Up. On a day at my lowest ebb, this came on the radio and I managed a shimmy around the kitchen to it and everything felt OK. I challenge you to listen and not want to dance.
Pigs x7 feat. The Lovely Eggs: Hot Stuff. I really dislike Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, but I really love The Lovely Eggs. Turns out when you put them together, they make a sleazy, hysterical version of the disco classic.
Deadletter: Binge. There are an inordinate amount of bands made up of athleisurewear wearing northern lads with a 'tude somewhere between Ian Brown and Mark E but I really dug this one.
Wants!
Needs!
Hopes!
Dreams!
Life's a binge!
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1HkbjKOgwcUJ0jqoTGsiEn?si=f47fda3958cf48f9
Also includes an in memoriam section: Roni Spector, Cathal Coughlan, Mimi Parker