Best albums of 2008
Yes, the post was late, perhaps too late, but this is due to a couple of reasonable reasonably reasons :
1) 2009 is proving me very active one year, full of comings and goings, projects, counterprojects, indigestion and rediscovery, which left me little room to sit and write
2) The idea of \u200b\u200bthe ten albums of the year and was presented in many spaces, you lose the conviction that you are creating something relatively innovative or creative.
3) was going to lard the list of experiences that happened to me on vacation, but ended up making exclusive use of them for a story I'm writing
4) I got a coupon fifteen films in video image, which have seized nearly ninety percent of physical space and time I have to do more activities than laburo / studio
5) Who can write in this heat?
has a long tradition in defining what is your song of the summer. With an almost Viking redundancy, lots my posts focus on the subjective changes that carry the changing seasons, stations are not divided by solstices and equinoxes, but the little stories and chapters of life that one has to himself. Possibly all seasons, summer is the most dogged in finding their metonymic objects, those three or four minutes that are stamped on the collective imagination as a branding, usually focused on certain imagery partying, hip, cool or whatever . Basically, as official profile summer Punta del Este Uruguay, even though Rocha has become our Uruguayan summer (not mine, my summers are always going to keep Atlantis attached to his heart) - the structure of the themes summer nitrogen make the basic requirement of a gateway to creating music. Notice each of the official themes of the summer, and always find a quality very tied to some notion of glamor, marking the beats in each leg black heron (or the goose step?) Of these models that many people find it the bocho. Take examples Get over you, or Take Me Home Sophie Ellis Bextor (a mine is Passarella issues which was the river to the Klondike gold rush in the late nineteenth century), Can ' t get you out of my head Kylie Minogue , Velvet Morning Primal Scream (With none other than Kate Moss behind the microphone), and the usual thing for a while.
On January 3 I went to Punta del Diablo, that based on the number of people who had invaded, at times seemed to signify their name literally. Mary arrived with five in the morning and half hour flight took us to Santa Teresa. The reasons were multiple, but mainly rested on in which there was no room at the camp, while people were sleeping in cars waiting to be vacated. There was a strange desperation of people (different tone rather lethargic and genchi that characterized those people from the coast of Rocha) had a need to occupy a place, at any cost, regardless of the consequences. The summer of 2009 will be to known as the summer that Uruguay was set on fire, but also the summer when Rocha was filled as a chubby hematoma blood, a department, as saying translations of Burroughs, "white hot." Overall this is the moment where I draw any conclusions that separates me from the rest of the mob , and even though I know the artificiality of this position (after all, I was there), that desperation to be in me Rocha seemed a question against which to Guy Debord would not have shaken the pulse of the answer. There is a proper notice of this new commercial lineage incorporating elements trying to sell this nonsense as if they were the last work of a collective surrealist bomb hidden in a silo Czech, beyond their common places, shows one or two truths of summer phenomenon. In the notice, people send text messages where there is food, where there is a party, where there is sun, etc. angry crowd carrying nomadic ranging from a point of attraction to another. That was really what could be seen on the coast: the People were running like fulfilling a schedule, so tired they did not know if they were enjoying. All this reminds me of the notion of spectacle that manages Guy Debord in Trails Carmine on foot jacskoniana (which is not a signatory of the declaration of independence, but the moonwalker, the king of pop, or the reincarnation of Peter Pan , as he would prefer to be called). Referring to billionaire Thriller album: "The content was not the sound of music, or how and how music is presented and worked as a genre. The content was now the answer to the social event of Thriller, and mechanically the event. (...) The success of Thriller imposing its own reality principle, was there as part of every trip to work, as a serenade to each message, as a reference each purchase, as a fact that was part of everyone's life. I had to like. All you had to acknowledge that reality, but somehow, in the year of Michael Jackson, recognition means that the disc you liked ". Michael Jackson impersonating Punta del Diablo, and there are exactly what I think. As Preamble to the instructions for winding a clock , Julio Cortázar, Punta del Diablo is not regalabaa visitors and tourists was indulging in Punta del Diablo, in a sacrificial act honorably.
But getting off the branches of this tree structure, in the seven days I spent in Santa Teresa, did not hear a single song. The fact was serendipitous, I-Pod that kept all my musical arsenal betrayed me last time, agotándosele battery with mutual misunderstanding (mine and the machine) with the HOLD button. That week without music was quite interesting, including a close encounter with an ostrich, the discovery of the virtues of shit in the woods, a bad episode (and a worse subepisodio) linked to prolonged and excessive consumption of caipirinha, and a moment of odd reverie that could have cost me my life. Taking all, it was a mini-vacation curious. As soon as I got
Montevideo went to Atlantis, this time if we start putting a day with music. I went fishing a few times. The first, with my grandfather assassinate three sardines and mackerel 34. It is interesting to do an activity scored by something diamentralmente opposite. In that sense, it was funny, quiet and introspective practice the art of butchering fish with Fucked Up in the background. It was there that more or less began performer who would become my summer theme:
Scott Walker, Next. It may not be as good as Au \u200b\u200bSuivant Jacques Brel (but who can play any better than Jacques Brel theme?), But retains the despair, the voice inflections of someone completely destroyed by the desperation of militarism, gonorrhea and the easy love of prostitutes. The Next, you're next of whores, shrimp open waiting for the next soldier to sprinkle in semen, it becomes like a floating floor, a word that pierces the brain of Walker, who joins him in his nightmares, which appears almost as traumatic as an element that is impossible to symbolize a word that remains a word and becomes a thing. While Scott 4 is the final disc Walker (personally, I consider among the best three albums have been produced by and for humans), Scott 2 is the most varied in character that embodies, without unity of four, or three, but possibly the best loose items of his career-Best of Both Worlds (song perfect, if any), Jackie and Plastic Palace People, as examples, not counting Next, which was already talking.
True to my style, my summer theme has nothing summer (the only summer that I remember being set to music by an appropriate topic, I think it was four years ago, where Mula Silver was the theme that crossed diametrically those three months of pure beach and personal crises) is a topic that belongs more to the war front in the French countryside, full of snow, mud and cold sweat whores, completely eaten by syphilis.
Anyway, all this is just to fill the eye with a list that already has too late. Here
the best albums of 2008.
10) Xiu Xiu-Women as Lovers my computer in a scene acted by Nicole Kidman. You will see the skin, and seems to porcelain. Until one is afraid of falling that is shattered. But the issue is that I'm sure that if the camera starts to get close enough, that cheek, white, slightly pink will begin to show their pores, their tiny ingrown hair, and if I could come with a microscopic lens, in this plot leather one would find a violent continent, full of bacteria, mitochondria and antibody binding a dirty cannibal feast. More or less this is what happens with Xiu Xiu. The couple arrives at an insight that their emotional world screwed everything we see is so human, so violent and dirty human bothering us ends, resulting mess. There is nothing more horrifying than the truth , and, lyrics Jaime Stewart's nothing between her and swamp fish expert. "Why Would a mother say Such Things / Why add tongue to a kiss goodnight?" , when you hear lines like these, that is just too uncomfortable to bear, even to listen. In a world where it seems ever more distant the moments of madness, the real passages to the act that caused an Jerry Lee Lewis standing on the piano , a John Lydon screaming I am an anarchist!, Or Alan Vega shitting scary to an audience of two hundred people, while dodging flying chairs and bottles, it is good to continue having jobs that are generating feelings so extreme, is still to flee, run away without looking back.
09) Glasvegas-Glasvegas There was a time to say that a band created youth anthems, both available to be hummed in an everyday urban excursions and chanted in stadiums was not as sacrilegious and reprehensible as it is today . Everything you stop for a surplus- emotion is described as flamboyant, ridiculous and exaggerated. Within India there is a systematic distrust the visceral, or great speeches, one can be cute but not to mourn the mucus loose may be a dreamer, as far as childish, you can lard heroic elements, taken as a semi-conscious parody . Indie Puritanism can not understand full of pathos solos of yesteryear, or the songs of juvenile love Bruce Springsteen. Thus comes the Glasvegas album, an album quite so sensitive and youth as perfect. James Allen's voice has a tone, or rather a joint strange, like a Jamaican, rather than Scotland. An album that has a sound unit that makes it seem no conceptual so, with every one of their songs perfectly memorable, as well as independent subsidiaries each other, ready for you to sing it yourself in the worst moments, to practice your air guitar at home without feeling shame. Glasvegas is the band that would have to listen to all the boys of fifteen and eighteen years of seeking better future generations
08) Exquisite Corpse, Exquisite Corpse Exquisite Corpse I will never play in a Pilsen Rock. Just can populate the middle of a BJ and are possibly at their peak of popularity (¿?). The reasons are manifold, but one of the principal is unable to conform to any scene. Too entropy for the general public, too normal for the stage under / postpunk / free / psychedelic / comehongos Uruguayan (read MAOI, Party Animal, Trio Vilardebó, Psiconautas, patients who do not really have much to do with each other), Exquisite Corpse never been sponsored, unless you swim to the other side of the pond and you should ask his blessing to Ariel Minimal, "and that the band ever become an island of Uruguayan music. And when you see the horrible album cover, you realize that the people will not please anyone. Exquisite Corpse I is a cult of the Dionysian, with a drummer who seems to apply techniques Guantanamo to his drummer and guitarist who found the invisible bridge linking Gegg Ginn with Jimmy Page. Everything good and bad can be said about the album lies in its excess, with seventeen minute tracks that never fail to be interesting, so seventies as violent solos that are anchored in Human Color, Fish Raging and other bands of that time, and yes, some sacrifice, typical of such flying trapeze without a net. Ceiling paradigmatic theme, a theme scented paste funk that could quietly on the radio, and in which, suddenly half of it, you install a medley and other musings that span more than ten minutes of pure madness . One can think which is a shame to sacrifice a pop song that, at first round, but the same self-sabotage resulting in a Declaration may end early.
07) Deerhunter-Microcastle / Weird Era Cont. The Deerhunter Microcastillo is one filled with mazes, false doors, moats and dungeons, never fail to be brilliant, as crystal clear as mirror glass. Pop, pop's good, it's almost like one of the most perfect synthesis of the best indie resources in the last fifteen years. It is a goldsmith laburo, who never misses the north even in its most intricate and shoegazer era cont Weird ep, possibly even exceeding the official record. Disco mesmerizing if any (the subject Agoraphobia always puts me in a strange state of trance), compared to the summer that spreads its tentacles angry about all of us, one is lost in the castle of Deerhunter, and for a moment that feels like opening freezer and stick your head a few minutes. While Next, Scott Walker is my summer theme, possibly the album of my summer is the Weird Era Cont , an album that has accompanied me on fishing days, barefoot walks on hot tiles Montevideo, sleepless nights agonizing in front the keyboard and intercity routes in mobile saunas. January in the city if not end resulting in a hell, owes much to the album.
06) Millions of homes with ghosts, LP Apotheosis O'Bianchi Pau is the versatile member of Three Sins, auque divides its activity into other bands like Relacionessexuales, muscle-flexing, and Heaven knows how many others. Apotheosis LP is an elaborate album under the solo project called Millions of houses with ghosts. It is a painful disc, which it says Pau have done almost in a state of sleepwalking, just noticed the results after the end of (the album was recorded in vacation leave, time in which practimanete did nothing out of production the disc.) Pau appears unleashed, cyclothymic, with peaks and lows that have anchor in dark times that marked the life of the musician in the last year. The change for children suffered from nightmares and transvestites Dada (his first album) is notable, with a form of singing and poetry much more sure of herself, starting to leave the germs of some cosmogony that will be one of the most interesting work of O `Bianchi. Today the track opens with a sweet voice arpeggio and Pau, away from the primal screaming, singing in a trembling voice "(...) I followed as if imitating a centipede poisonous green but honest fan / no blows butterfly at the butchers / like new ashes. " The song continues with the guitar and appear a distant trumpets, as if they were raising the bridges of the kingdom of Pau, the wall that was known only by the burning oil towers falling from a nightmare. The disc may have the most beautiful and intense moments in the discography of O'Bianchi, a most worthy version Mandolin (this issue overwhelmingly beautiful Gustavo Pena, "The Prince", one of the most unjustly forgotten musicians music Uruguay), eastern China conquer the world and the abyss that opens the disc in half, which is the trilogy Mariana morning / She's not / Drawers , the More ominously depressing things that have occurred in the Uruguayan music. After She's not a song of despair and tense, with some overtones of The trickster, Radiohead (b-side that appears on the single My Iron Lung) drawers would be the culmination of the trip in reverse spiral, with a gloomy atmosphere and verses as "already the drawers / single faults you" . Pau O'Bianchi that is bleaker than ever. And all this is followed by a funeral atmosphere beautiful song, almost festive, a little story for children called "Lourdes, daughter of skinny dragon."
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05) Nick Cave and the Black Seeds-Dig, Lazarus, Dig! It's amazing how someone can reinvent itself in a very specific, very precise, who plays another character without letting in any sense of what it always was (as opposed to bands like Primal Scream, which may change too, or essence Madonna's chameleon-like, a chick that only a wolf costume changing lamb). We must not take lightly his mustache, with east-introduced into her face in Nick Cave Grinderman .- moves away from the romance (from romanticist, not romantic) Gothic of his first jobs, or frankly the most recent insight, to be a wild character, closer to a pimp with a halo Baudelaireano metaphysical character, a farmer rather than gross, brutal, but no less so cool. Grinderman's latest album had major issues such as No pussy blues, but some quirks and classics at the time of making the arrangements and production Cave, some resources, such as batteries, always so low, it had spoiled. Dig Lazarus Dig must be one of the best-sounding discs of Nico cave and bad seeds. Beyond its European obsessions, Cave has always been obsessed with the States Unidos subterráneo, el que queda más al sur (un sur metafísico, que va un poco más abajo que cualquier rosa de los vientos) y que representa más descarnadamente bandas como Jesus Lizard, o Butthole Surfers (un ejemplo de ello, es su versión de Tupelo , ese susurrante, mágico y austerísimo blues de John Lee Hooker ). En ese cambio de geografía, Cave se maneja con total soltura, sabiendo ser pimp y predicador al mismo tiempo, mostrando que todavía le quedan muchísimos años para hacernos caer de culo.
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04) Tickley Feather- Tickley Feather Tickley Feather is probably my biggest breakthrough of the year, an album released in winter, and in some ways is a continuation of the paths opened by Ariel Pink, with that low-fi deconstructionism reaching their magical moments. If we continue with the magnifying glass on the blueprints of this record, there are things the Panda Bear Person Pitch, some deep and winter weather that remind me of the dream pop of Cocteau Twins and a singing style reminiscent of the French girl-project Le volume courbe on which he had reviewed some time ago.
But hey, this is a taxonomic boludez apparently has no purpose other than to show the bands that I've been listening. If we dissect the album, Feather Tickley relates a little discs Daniel Johnston, the fact of recurrence to a certain archaic child populated loops songs lullabies for children to create a strange deja vu, as if you had heard any of these themes in the musical tunes of a mobile hanging over his crib. Annie Sachs's voice, floating between old drum machines and synths, toy feels like a ghost heard the other side of an interference call, a voice that comes and goes like a whisper from another world. An album that has a ghostly tenderness, with songs like The Keyboard is drunk (is it some reference to that beautiful song by Tom Waits?), Which generates cottony melancholy, an oceanic feeling that nothing, at least for those 03:10 minutes, you can go wrong.
03) Juana Molina "One day Juana Molina say that his voice has become an instrument would not only redundant, but a truism worthy of Juan Ortelli (well, on second thought, Juan Ortelli say that Juana Molina this album is like eating at The soft machine Pumper Nick, or something like that). However, no one could say otherwise, the word is taken as a luthier materials, dismantling and analyzing all the possibilities inherent. Rosicrucian aesthetic research in this course have already been hundreds of performers innovations, more labyrinthine and more radical as can be, put it on Meredith Monk, and Diamanda Galas (two names that do Phibrizoq possibly soiling), but Molina's great victory in these experiments is a compound that is never be completely foreign, research that holds the emotional and formalistic unit of any good pop song format yet apart, one of the basic watchwords of the genre.
At times the voice is left to navigate underground by the subjects, repeated in a loop that acts as a pulse beyond recognition, making it a riff, a solo, in a body of wind, in a wave, in axolotl, a feather-bed-with spider Quiroguiana included. One day reaches the culmination of a search not only undertaken in other titles Molina ( are has plenty of that), but the music of Argentina, speaking vocalist. What reescucho and I think this is the album he always wanted to do a thong, a type already in the sixties with onomatopoeia and exploring different qualities that offered four vocal cords, but without the skill and means of Molina. Everyday and abstract poetry, combined with the legacy of Eduardo Mateo, cast in orchestrations reminiscent of Robert Wyatt. Not much else to say.
02) Destroyer-Trouble in dreams virtuosity The term generally is associated with skill, some within the instrumental approach that suggests the artist or the product closer to the brain than the gut or the heart. It is at this point that the last album Destroyer subverts the point, because it is so hard felt so emotional and perfect in its execution and architecture. Bejar is one of the musicians who have made, song after song, his character a true clay golem that transcends his work (no surprise to find certain strings of carbon between the Canadian and always self-referential David Bowie). In fact, album by album, Bejar is a world mapping is demarcated by continent emotional, and where each country has elements of another. The correferentiality in some musicians become apologetic, but Bejar's world turns it into something new, get richer, as new point in tissue to be regenerated. So, not surprising to find certain items for other discs in this as well as some correferentiality among some elements of the same songs on the album, generating a skein that extends from the beginning of his career, without being of those cases of such painful self-homage, circulating in the music and film. Trouble in Dreams is a masterpiece in architecture emotional displays, with everything so balanced and well spread, every change of tone, every whistle, every shivering voice, every guitar input and output (how perfect it is painful plucking Shooting Rockets), which makes it a Rubik's cube fully armed, mounted and removable few possible variations. Da Vincian divine proportion is the disc of love and heartbreak. And I realize that when I hear Bejar, wanting to feel what he feels, living as he lives, no matter how terrible the results
01) Three Sins-Liu and severe learning difficulties Pau O 'Bianchi was the Uruguayan musician of the year. With a discipline-or hubris-worthy Robert Pollard, Pau in a year made five albums, five could actually have been more, but merely keep them in the box purely for reasons related to their dissemination. Top Apotheosis possibly be in, but Liu and severe learning difficulties is undoubtedly work rounder, something that you should hand out some cards to Ezequiel Rivero (a member of Amelia ) whose most rooted in the pop gave a balance that has never before been seen in previous work of Pau. Liu ... Wired is an album of love, arguably almost a concept album about this sentiment. The track two (none is named) for his unusual orchestration reminiscent of Panda Bear, while the five-a subject as simple as one, I will not hesitate to place it as the theme Uruguayan year - has a pop self-referentiality ("I met a girl in the bar Roxx, a touch of Guachass and Guilty ") that is not a mere namedropping, and provides one of the best points from Pau to date. Hallucinations flowery sentimentality without irony, insight, without cynicism, darkness with light bruises, it's funny to think of one saying "this is their final album," Pau when the race took place in a couple of years, with much more ahead ", but the amount and variety of work I end up taking on such paths.
But the most stunning record of this review does not lie in numbers and records, but the fact that, unlike characters like Max and Dani Umpi Capote, in which the construction of imagery acquired some redundancy to reduce his work ideological statement shows, Pau, and arguably also the duo only Carmen Sandiego (worlds apart, but both captivating as dark as), achieved in a few years, not to create a particular aesthetic, but a world itself, in the case Pau, a world of crayons, filled with sex, centipedes, crabs, children, drugs and moths. A while conversing with a friend and I mentioned, in passing, "this is a very Pau O'Bianchi scene." Even say that in a way so natural that one almost does not realize this is something that they are booking these musicians a special place in the history of Uruguayan music, a story that, as I hope to remain so, no Stop writing.
