Like every year there was a tremendous amount of music that I listened to for the first time this year that wasn’t actually released this year. On prior years I’ve just figured that since I missed giving them year end attention the first time around, I shouldn’t bother listing them now. This year I figured in addition to my “Best of 2009″ I’d also do a “Favorites of 2009″ and hope that the word ‘favorites’ makes it obvious that these releases aren’t from 2009 but other years that have passed.
To be totally honest… I like a most of the stuff on this list a lot more than most of the stuff released in 2009.
1. The War on Drugs – Wagonwheel Blues
If this had been released in ’09 instead of the middle of ’08, or had I discovered it back in ’08, I am pretty sure this would be #1 on some Best of in my collection. My love for this album is impossible to properly articulate. It’s easy to explain what it sounds like to people: imagine Bob Dylan singing Bruce Springsteen songs (with incomprehensible Bob Dylan lyrics) backed by Sonic Youth doing their own version of shoegaze. If that doesn’t sound inherently good to you, then maybe you won’t like it, but damn if this isn’t the best album I listened to this year.
2. Archie Bronson Outfit – Derdang Derdang
Derdang Derdang is consistency perfected. There is never a moment on this album that doesn’t feel pensive. I don’t even know how to describe the mood… it’s like the whole world is heartbroken but that’s the only way it could ever be, so it’s not like we’re not resigned to it, but we’re still going to soak an album in it… or something. I don’t know. I had this album on my computer for years (two is enough to pluralize), and I probably listened to it sometime once back when it came out and didn’t like it and forgot about it. I discovered it this year when I went through my collection looking for stuff I didn’t recognize. This was one of them. From the very first minute of Cherry Lips I was absolutely in love.
Sometimes when making these lists I feel bad for the albums that end up with albums in front of them; Receivers is one of these albums. There is so much joy in this album (and my #1 listened to song this year was off this album) that it seems unfair that both The War on Drugs and Archie Bronson Outfit come out ahead of it (and by joy I don’t really mean joy but noise, lots and lots of noise that sounds really pretty and powerful and epic and all that good shit). Receivers accomplishes so many things well, like Mount Misery‘s broken robot lament which actually sounds like a broken robot lament, like something out of some sinister art house take on Wall-E in a post-apocalyptic wasteland where Marvin the Paranoid Android is Marvin the Schizophrenic and Perpetually Lonely Robot, wandering through the wastelands wondering if he’ll ever be useful again. (Most of the time I have no idea what they’re singing but that’s OK.) This shit is epic and I love it.
Andrew Jackson Jihad get the “Band I am pretty happy to have discovered” award this year, though when I think of assigning that sort of award a bunch of other bands spring to mind, but none other had such a wealth of material for me to dive into, and all of it so consistently enjoyable. Andrew Jackson Jihad is a “folk punk” band, meaning mostly acoustic instruments (a guitar and a stand up bass if I know correctly) played with punk enthusiasm over morbid, macabre, ironic lyrics. Sean Bonnette sings about smoking crystal meth, killing people, and how unfortunate life is but he never does it bitterly, or too frighteningly. I’d compare them to Eels, in that they write happy songs about sad things, though sometimes AJJ just writes angry songs about sad things, or sad songs about guilty things, or… I don’t know. I love ‘em!
It’s like they know that their album sounds like you’re floating around underwater in a tranquil ocean, so they named it that. Genius, really. Tulsa plays really emotive and beautiful guitar riffs over a usually gentle somewhat folky shoegazey backdrop of sound. It’s easy to drift off into this album and give yourself over to warm fuzzies if you really want to, or if you have enough drugs in your system. Either way, sober or stoned, Tulsa is my kind of chill music.
HOLY FUCK!!! Seriously, I want this to be the future of dance music. It’s like someone took the Crystal Method, gave them a really awesome drummer or two, and… made them really awesome. I mean, I don’t know, I just don’t know why Holy Fuck is so awesome, maybe they just know what the fuck they’re doing and god bless them for that. If they release a second LP, I can’t imagine they could screw it up. The first time I really listened to this album, me and my buddy listened to it on a loop for five hours while we drove around Southern California just exploring. It was epic and this was the best thing to listen to while doing it.
I would have liked for Dr. Dog’s Fate to be really high on this list, but it isn’t because the songwriting is so consistently terrible across the record that sometimes I can’t even listen to it. For about a week I listened to Fate over and over again and I managed to keep myself blissfully ignorant of how awful the lyrics are pretty well, because I really dig how solidly they remind me of The Beatles and other such rock music (sometimes playing riffs that sound so much like George Harrison I want to crap myself) that I want to love them. I really really want to love them. Unfortunately the only song I really like anymore is My Friend, which I like so much I would go and see Dr. Dog live just to hear that song. Unfortunately there is no guarantee that they’ll play it when I see them so I probably won’t ever go to one of their shows.
