I used to think that I was a big music fan. I was very good to the music industry, both small and large, in the late 1990s. I guess I'm getting old. This will be obvious by the list that you are about to read (I doubt anyone reads this), and the fact that I think these are the only new albums I bought this year. Pathetic.
In no particular order:
The Walkmen, Bows and Arrows.
The singers vocals sound so urgent and strangled that I am compelled to believe he is as desperate as his lyrics suggest he is. Plus they look like catalog models. I love that look in a good rock band. It's a great way to turn perception on its ear. And why can't good looking guys be taken seriously as musicians?
Franz Ferdinand, s/t.
I started listening to this CD anew a couple of days ago. Not as disco chic as I remembered, which makes it much better.
Interpol, Antics.
Not half the album that their first release was, but the first one was one of the greats of the millennium; it's permanently welded in place in my CD player. This one is a little darker and a little less melodic, but it's still a keeper.
Paul Westerberg, Folker.
I can't tell you how thrilled I am that he has come out of his hibernation and is releasing new material at a prolific rate. His ragged edges allow for even some of his clinkers to keep the toes tapping. My one beef is that he's getting a little too mature. A song to his dying dad probably is a fitting tribute, but it's not what I want to be hearing from the guy who wrote, "Gary's got a Boner." Oh well, we all grow up, but watching him age, even if it's gracefully, only serve to remind me that I'm not so young anymore.
Modest Mouse, Good News for People Who Love Bad News.
I'll admit it. This album is here because it fulfills the mandatory five album count. Anything less wouldn't be worth it. Maybe I just should've wrote something else...
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