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Regionally misplaced
Arovane - Tides
Broadcast - The Noise Made By People
D'Angelo - Voodoo
Gas - Pop
Jackie-O Motherfucker - Fig. 5
Matmos - The West
Outkast - Stankonia
Smog - Dongs Of Sevotion
The Infesticons - Gun Hill Road
Weakling - Dead As Dreams

Bjork - Vespertine
Bows - Cassidy
Cannibal Ox - The Cold Vein
Fennesz - Endless Summer
Henry Threadgill's Zooid - Up Popped The Two Lips
Mouse On Mars - Idiology
Res - How I Do
The Avalanches - Since I Left You
Unwound - Leaves Turn Inside You
Vladislav Delay - Anima

Cornelius - Point
Derek Bailey - Ballads
DJ Shadow - The Private Press
Iran - The Moon Boys
Keith Fullerton Whitman - Playthroughs
Kevin Drumm - Sheer Hellish Miasma
Polwechsel Fennesz - Wrapped Islands
Shalabi Effect - The Trial of St-Orange
The Books - Thought For Food
Tujiko Noriko - Hard Ni Sasete

Asa-Chang & Junray - Tsu Gi Ne Pu
David Sylvian - Blemish
Dizze Rascal - Boy In Da Corner
John Fahey - Red Cross, Disciple Of Christ Today
Juana Molina - Segundo
M. Ward - Transfiguration of Vincent
Robert Wyatt - Cuckooland
So - So
The Exploding Hearts - Guitar Romantic
TV On The Radio - Young Liars

Bark Psychosis - ///Codename: Dustsucker
Brian Wilson - SMiLE
Deathprod - Deathprod
Evan Parker - Evan Parker With Birds
Ghost - Hypnotic Underworld
John Butcher - 13 Friendly Numbers
Mike Ladd - Nostalgialator
P.G. Six - The Well of Memory
Pan American - Quiet City
TTC - Batards Sensibles

Basil Kirchin - Particles
Boris - Archive
Buck 65 - Secret House Against The World
Edan - Beauty And The Beat
Excepter - Throne
Isolee - We Are Monster
Jamie Lidell - Multiply
Keith Fullerton Whitman - Lisbon
Paavoharju - Yhä Hämärää
The Wrens - The Meadowlands

Ali Farka Toure - Savane
Bruise with Derek Bailey - s/t
Ekkehard Ehlers - A Life Without Fear
Georgia Anne Muldrow - Olesi: Fragments Of An Earth
Jack Rose - s/t
KK Null, Chris Watson, z'ev - Number One
Koch-Schutz-Studer - Tales From 30 Unintentional Nights
Narita Munehiro - Ether: Solo Electric Guitar Works
Thomas Mapfumo - Rise Up
White Flight - s/t

Ben Frost - Theory Of Machines
Britney Spears - Blackout
Death Ambient - Drunken Forest
Frode Haltli - Passing Images
Ice Bound Majesty - A Tomb To Erect
Martin Tetreault & Kid Koala - Phon-O-Victo
Murmer - We Share A Shadow
Ran Slavin - The Wayward Regional Transmissions
Shape Of Broad Minds - Craft Of The Lost Art
Yoga'n'ants - Bethlehem, We Are On Our Own

Cath & Phil Tyler - Dumb Supper
Cluster - Berlin 07
Dans Les Arbres - s/t
Erykah Badu - New AmErykah Part One
Estelle - Shine
G-Side - Starshipz & Rocketz
Ignatz - III
Monkey - Journey To The West
Nahvalr - s/t
Spring Heel Jack - Songs & Themes

Aethenor - Faking Gold & Murder
Broadcast and the Focus Group - Investigate Witch Cults Of The Radio Age
Current 93 - Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain
David Sylvian - Manafon
G-Side - Huntsville International
Moritz Von Oswald Trio - Vertical Ascent
Radu Malfatti/Klaus Filip - imaoto
Paul White - The Strange Dreams Of Paul White
Richard Youngs - Beyond The Valley of Ultrahits
The Sa-Ra Creative Partners - Nuclear Evolution: The Age Of Love

Inspired by countdemoney, who somehow managed to distill things into two per year and make this sort of endeavor seem manageable.  I couldn't hold myself to that, of course.  2007 in particular had me pulling my hair out just getting things down to 10.
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The Magic I.D.
Till My Breath Gives Out
Erstwhile, 2008

I will sing my song / till my breath gives out / I will sing when they bury me / singing I come where the angels roamCollapse )
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Dans Les Arbres
Dans Les Arbres
ECM, 2008

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Betimes Black Cloudmasses
VHF, 2008

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Cath & Phil Tyler
Dumb Supper
No-Fi, 2008

There was music and dancing on the day he was born/but Queen Jane, beloved, lay cold as a stoneCollapse )
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Heavy Winged - Feel Inside [aRCHIVE], On the Marble Cliffs [Trensmat], Blacc Lust [Three Lobed]

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I'm sort of copping autumn__sweater's year-end system here, trying to stay away from lists and make this a little more personal.

Kevin Shea, Peter Evans, with a side of Moppa Elliott:

Talibam! - Ordination of the Gobetrotting Conscripts [Azul Discografica] and like 6 other CDs, records, tapes.  When I ordered stuff from them, it showed up via bicycle messenger in a scotch-taped brown paper bag.  One of their CDs came packaged in a cut-up Liberace LP sleeve with their name spray painted on the front.  Awesome.

The  Peter Evans Quartet - s/t [Firehouse 12] Also, Taylor Ho Bynum's Middle Picture on this label is some fantastic cornet work.

Mostly Other People Do the Killing - Shamokin!!! [Hot Cup]

These are some guys collectively devoted to giving jazz the Wile E. Coyote treatment.  Kevin Shea's a free jazz drummer (also with Storm & Stress, People and a whole bunch of other bands) and Peter Evans plays trumpet on all these, while Elliot leads them both in MOPDtK.  Talibam!'s the wildest of a the bunch, a free jazz noise trio sort of akin to Lightning Bolt in spirit and sound, but not afraid to step off that mold either.  The Evans Quartet is the closest to straight (serious) free jazz, but retains energy and fun throughout, never getting locked into anything too navel-gazing.  And the MOPDtK disc is like a slice of classic jazz and bop where everyone's so exuberantly pumped to be swingin' that they begin to trip over their own feet, roll down the hill and off the cliff.  All the tracks are named after towns in PA nobody in the band has ever been to, with the last one a twenty minute attack on A Night In Tunisia (I assume there's a Tunisia in PA perhaps?) kick started by several minutes of hilarious quotes from Shea on his kit (including U2, fer chrissake) before launching into the most balls out version of the standard they could muster, all M. Coyote with his rocketbelt on and the plateau fast approaching.

Talibam! - "Rambo's Passeggiata"
Peter Evans Quartet - "!!!!!"
MOPDtK - "Lover"
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So this is way late now, but I'd meant to collect my thoughts on a couple shows I saw over two nights in early October, writing up not only the bands, but also the venues and the startling new experience of not going deaf at the rock show.

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You've heard those tales, a few years ago now, about how maybe, just maybe, there is actual sex going down on the Brazilian dancefloors.  You've thought about it.  You've decried the puritanical state of North American dancefloors in comparison.  You've done double takes at the covers of those Baile Funk compilations, perhaps you even bought one hoping for more explicit goods inside.

Now, remember how you ate Pop Rocks when you were a kid, not so much for the taste or the fizzing (though that did put them a step ahead of Nerds, at least), but cause you heard the urban legend about how some kid had died after eating a bunch and drinking soda? And that essence of vague danger gave you a rush of power; here you were, eight years old and already staring death in the eye, maybe chasing down a handful with a swig of Dr. Pepper if you were particularly daring?

Much as you thought of that kid writhing away his final moments in stomach-ruptured agony, here's Tigarah, handing you a little package of fizzy sex and daring with her EP from last year.  The beat drops in and you think "oh yeah, actual sex!"  You can almost feel that dancefloor orgy in the kick drum alone.  She starts talking (I couldn't honestly call it singing or rapping), that particular commanding tone of the genre even enhanced by the syllabic structure of her Japanese.  She's ordering this shit around like a hypersexual square dance caller, flaunting the hell out of some serious cross-cultural exoticisms.  You can almost believe it!

There's a point in you life where you realize the great Pop Rocks danger is a myth but, having spent so long within that nebulous intrigue, you tuck the experience of it away in a sweet nostalgic place.  You stop eating Pop Rocks, cause they don't taste all that great and their fizz doesn't kick like it used to.  A similar thing begins halfway through the first song on the Tigarah EP, when she breaks into a little strummed acoustic guitar in place of the ass shaking.  Thirty seconds later she's doing the little "list the hip cosmopolitan international cities" bit and you realize this girl is straight Shibuya-Kei in a Baile Funk hat.  It's an assumption quickly confirmed by her total lack of vocal skills or charisma in general.  By the second track she's throwing in a little vocoded jpop, ala Utada Hikaru or whomever.  And you realize she's got all the burgeoning sexuality of a briefcase full of money on the way to the bank.  By the end of the EP, if you last that long, you wonder how you ever fell for it, and you're more than a little amused by the whole endeavor.  By next week, you'll have forgotten her entirely.

the first 3 tracks are plenty.

Current Music: Neubauten - Perpetuum Mobile

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Here's a good one: I take a trip to Portland, new location of half my family and city of my heart of hearts, and just around the corner from my sister's house is another one for sale. It's a small perfection, with enough function to call it a home and enough oddity to make it special, and my girlfriend and I are both in love with it. It's no financial impossibility, but then her emotions dictate the situation more than money ever can, and so today it's back to tied down old new york, and the spell of that moment snaps entirely as she sets foot to pavement here. Goodbye, little balcony and yard with the potential for a small vegetable garden round the side. I nearly could have touched that.

Current Mood: floating right along

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