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Best albums of 2009

Late as always, here comes the list of the best albums of the year (2009). He planned to make a list of twenty, even fifteen, as usual I did the last few years, but considering that this was a post which in principle would not appear here, "and adding that it overlapped with another post on Summer / Atlantis / arcades / fishing art / porn / Ladyhawke / television / roasted , possibly out in the middle March-finished reducing it to just ten seats, keeping only what struck me most last year, and leaving out a lot of great records, as The last ten minutes of Maria Duval , Los Negrete, the Goodbye Oslo Robyn Hitchcock, the debut of Girls, the latest of Atlas Sound, Memory Tapes, Following the beam of Mr. Pharao, Middle , of \u200b\u200bAmelia, the monster Fame, Lady Gaga and a bunch of disks - without which I could not hear at all well.

Here is my humble. And unusually short-post the best of 2009

10 - Travesti, Travesti
In times of Ricardo Fort, across Argentina seems to have lived after the gloom of a few vedettes lolas. Finding a character like Lobato Sulma referred to by many of the people of mojo as an artist, a sort of Warholian bad trip for you based saucepan floripón and tripe-suggests the cultural universe of our neighboring country and therefore our own, not to deceive when sneezing Buenos Aires, Montevideo is sick, as a Sodom and Gomorrah which is nothing else left to run without daring to look back. In her latest album, the duo became Travesti Argentina on the soundtrack of the Ragnarok terminal, crumbling floors of craters produced by the needle of a milf tacos that treads too strong. Right from the very top, with Moria Casan and the eponymous title of the band on the cover, generating a funny effect that makes me wonder if the Queen of collagen knew what the hell he was getting into, "one realizes that faced a concept album, a nightmarish trip back and forth on the guts of the glitter Argentina. All this seems half sweep, but the way it summons the verses Travesti hallucinated, almost biblical visions diffuse ("Oil of aircraft in operation on the boobs of the New Testament") achieve an overlay effect within the plausible sordid who can only do artists like David Lynch. One disc focuses on changes in the body, jogging, diets, and oddly never gets drag or ironic, but consistency is a dark but ecstatic, like a piece of black strass waving in the night like a pirate flag, as a milestone marking the in to a minefield. A few months ago
Argentine duo visited our country in a tap held in Lotus (one of the few places in Uruguay that incorporates model selection criteria Studio 54). Alejandro Torres a suit and white loafers, Fernando Floxon cyberpunk with leather jacket, with dark glasses and Burzum shirt, see them live proved to me, unexpectedly, one of the most powerful aesthetic experiences of recent years. Just as the bee orchid and localize, making it impossible-and unnecessary physiognomically who mimics the other, "The same presentation and music from the band, second to second reconfigured the whole environment package near the Montevideo Shopping. It took three topics, and Lotus became a seedy brothel, where everyone danced like we were in the bowels of the Titanic sinking and, stained by the neon light and the ball mirrors. And the water already reached their knees, but no matter, you had to keep dancing

09 - M. Ward-Hold time

Possibly one of my albums of the summer. What makes M. Ward (session player that integrates a lot of great lineups, like Miss Cat Power) is enticed by a bunch of songs perfect, adami folk pop constructions that act as a snapshot of American pop of the fifties without becoming retro ever (in fact, is an album that is impossible to skip a single track, possibly taking in their first five songs the best run of issues of the year) .. From folk version of Rave re up on (in the spirit of the original maximalist Buddy Holly) to Hold Time (that beautiful ballad composed in a key surrealist Beach Boy), through the English wind blowing Stars of Leo, and knew that radiates hope For beginners, a topic that opens the album, M. Ward is listed as a type that is handled with tremendous ease in all corners of the court.

current pop scene seems to get crowded from musicians who incorporate elements of folk and country music into their repertoires. What is clear is that M. Ward has won a few plots of land next to the huts of Cat Power, Neko Case, Gary Numan and Will Oldham.

08 - Sunn o))) - Monoliths Monoliths and dimentions
and dimentions is an album so dark you would see the albums in the early days of Black Sabbath as a remix version of High summer School Musical. I just said it does not add anything very new, Sunn o))) are perfecting their long drone metal, creating vortices and black holes where the same heartbeat is camouflaging with the tempo of the band, so slow like honey . The detail of honey on a disk so oppressive is not merely circumstantial, but it gives a signal of the details that distinguish this work from the rest product of the band: a counterpoint, a chiaroscuro to Alice final, which closes the album track, where a set of strings and winds seem to rip and open the cumulus nimbus encasing the disk. Rarely have I seen a shift register so shocking, yet so refined and adjusted to a disc (not to mention an album of drone metal). As with the Divine Comedy, most people just stay with Hell, but you forget that this land is only part of the hard road that leads to paradise. Has rarely been able to appreciate so effectively and overwhelming this way, and that alone and the disc becomes Sunn o))) in one of the best of the first Krafts decade of the millennium.

07-3Pecados-death God save God save
death was recorded on an almost-man for a breakdown of Pau O'Bianchi (the person behind 3Pecados), which hardly a week went out of his bathroom, recording the entire disc there, trying to make his last testimony before a death believed to come within days. Beyond the biographical anecdote, the last disc 3Pecados and sound works to be indeed what it was: a man's battle between earth and sky, a disc that works like a bottle thrown into the sea, or more than the sea, into an abyss, leaving no real hope of certainty beyond cutting the glass shattered. But God save the death is not only that, it is perhaps the first Uruguayan idiosyncratic management in the world of low fi, low fi as an inevitable product of the circumstances, even a low fi sound as mere ornamentation. Even within the low fi, surprising the fact that a disk is not fragmented, almost conceptual, in a subgenre where priority is usually just the opposite. Log psychological declines of its author, or cerebral sound experiment, God save death does not sound like anything that's been ingrained in our territory
wrote a longer note on this album in The Daily. If you want to read the whole a link here to download.

06 - The Flaming Lips-Embryonic
With Wayne Coyne's band the word megalomania is a little short. Since Zeireeka (musical Voltron four albums that they had to put together) you knew he was talking about complex types, and in the context of the reinterpretation full of Dark Side of the Moon , one trembles at the results of what might happen with a double album as Embryonic. However, different from all these fears Embryonic must be the best job Lips from the The soft bulletin (capable than even the best, time will tell). There are two characteristics that set it apart from the rest of the discography of Coyne and CIA, even the most albums of this magnitude:

1) Embryonic has the distinction of being a double album with no filler, even dodging gracefully taking this dimension fragmentary most records of such length. The sound, the ravings kraut, the rattle of drums, low fi harshness at times, all Makes sense to disk, and you can listen to from beginning to end, like a story told in two acts, even wishing it would never end .

2) Second and equally important is as it were, the less disk dove from the Flaming Lips. A rough loss over time, can afford pet Coyne emotional chiaroscuro that were partially retained in the office of that Candyland (a kind of Neverland Ranch but covered by a thin layer of blood with strawberry jelly-like) that had been build throughout over the years. Even spooning sci fi that logic that has shaped his cosmology, gender references are not sympathetic and Yoshimi battling pink robots, or this group of scientists working together for the good of humanity in Race for the prize . In Embryonic there is a wind of change, women unable robots feel emotions, silver machines that transform humans into automatons, a world that begins to fade and it reaches its turning point in Watching the planets, an epic and chilling so close the disc, CODA ablaze with Karen O (of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs) growling and squawking at its most animal while cryptically Coyne closed the factory with the cryptic line, "oh, oh, oh, the sun is gonna rise."

A giant epic album, made by one of the most epic bands of these years, in times where everything is made with clips epic.

05 - Carmen Sandiego-Nanas
in history Uruguayan rock band has written any songs like that out of the voices and guitars and Leticia Skricky Flavio Lira. Carmen Sandiego makes a poppy folk style with rustic roots of Beat Happening. The Uruguayan duo writes songs at times very simple, stark, impressionistic, like the simple story of returning home after a long night or the history of characters composed, tiny, painfully human. However, the whole environment is far from soft, pastel and autumn commonly and erroneously bands. As part of an indie folk that has become their characters slightly neurotic, slightly sensitive, slightly eccentric (a genre that could summarized in the equation Wes Anderson + Yogurt Diet) in a new lineage (which includes topics such as They , Rebella Diego) that would see Gonzalo Deniz as Pappo, Carmen Sandiego operates entirely outside the circuit, keeping at some point , a common sound, but a world of references, a brutal honesty far from everything that can offer the rest of the scene. Because

Carmen Sandiego autumns are not orange, is a long range in greyscale to point you blind. The band is responsible for watering chiaroscuro undetectable blood-curdling, and turn an entire song apparently vague and quiet on a confession ambiguous, full of latent fear. In songs Friends at the scene, Flavio Lira simply tells the mere detail of a group of friends, touching his hair, but such is the anaphoric obsessive detail that the message ends up turning into something different cryptically, disruptive, with many edges as thorns nailed the ears of the listener. 4:00 a.m. is one of the first-person narratives insomniacs more claustrophobic who have registered. The cheerful August 1940, police code with regard to trafficking in women (capable than gigolos, Fiol or something, I do not remember) talks exactly about that. Letitia whispered voice in song Skricky absent parent saying "I'll burn everything that says it is his, ah, I'll go crazy must be one of the most sensitive records to remember the Uruguayan rock. And as a counterpart to all this the disc closes with Heater, one of the songs are more direct and bitches that have been made over the years (You're a heater, so I came, and open up your buttocks) In the ever-deceptive Nanas, such Xiu Xiu as (though not as prone to noise), Carmen Sandiego's sincerity is always a bit more, operating as a small microscope, where, after the appearance of a soft, smooth skin, is able to discover a lot of microbes, unicellular organisms and mitochondria discussion in a dirty cannibal feast.

04 - Destroyer-Bay of pigs
Dan Bejar is a capo. That all who hear about what we know. However, we as several tattoos contemplating one of his verses in the neck, has been issuing a code phrase that says reproachfully Destroyer seems to change constantly, but essentially always the same. In the strict sense of metamorphosis, Bejar has spent his first season rougher a more polished sound, acoustic guitar part to high electrified anthems.

The great album Your Blues had incurred in the field of synthesizers (sometimes sharply sound cumbersome, although not necessarily to become a nostalgic or ironic reference of any kind), but is probably the Bay of Pigs EP the bold experiment that has made the Canadian in his entire discography. Composed of only two tracks ( Bay of Pigs and Ravers, the first one lasted about fourteen minutes), the album starts with "Listen, I Been Drinking ..." and just seems like we sumergiésemos in the same liquid / fluid that Bejar is drinking. If most of the Destroyer albums are emotional maps of continents and continue to overlap with each other, the issue Bay of Pigs is just dip in the ocean that separates them. You go through layers of sound, rather than layers, something like fine linen, slowly approaching the heart of the song. That heart beats not one way, you can do both with a score of a guitar full of delay, as the pace of a sudden synthesizers that trace d isco atmosphere never before seen in the Destroyer discography. The song Bay of pigs may be the best song of 2009, being a lofty kraft everything that may or may not be a song, anything you can type a letter or shut up, immersion in the world memories a man in its most multiple and reproductive health. And yet is Bejar Bejar, Bejar and their wives, their Shalala, memories reconstructed on the basis of fragments, Bejar and his images of people like puzzle pieces floating in a tub full of water.

Political Love is a beast with jaws for a mouth .

There is a phrase commonly known (but increasingly unused, by dint of divorce and parental training blasting classical) that behind every man is a great woman. More than ever in the whole discography (or literature as such) of Dan Bejar, women-their wives-not behind but ahead, but in the form of a splintered mirror in each fragment returned one of his characters. Christine White, Jackie O ', all the fragments remain, returns all aces different colors. Finish listening Bay of pigs is impossible to reach that point where it ends that rainbow topography, a place where there are no elves or basins of gold, but if one of the most beautiful songs that have been made in recent years.

03 - Animal Collective-Merriweather Post Pavilion
It's a little thing to give both the rate at pitchfork, or MetaFilter, but really Merriweather Post Pavilion is a disk, rather than good, importantly, a restatement from the bases of what a pop song, what can a band with a chorus, which can be a riff, how he can sing a theme. Animal Collective, getting the title is probably the most pop of the discography (and their most perfect pop My Girls or Summertime Clothes), coin finished almost a genre in itself which came crimping various parts in years. An album worth thesis, and no less enjoyable, food, enviable, even danceable

02 - Death-For the whole world to see
Here I cheated; For the whole world to see was recorded in 1975, but by a curious ripple of shit, diseases, bad links and errors more or less conscious and / or preventable had forced him to remain underground for more than twenty years as a moldy jar of invaluable archaeological value. But why bother to include in this count to a band of the early seventies, not even moved through this year in the form of some kind of meeting, as a lot of bands that marched in the last decade, becoming something like cover bands themselves, " that went virtually unnoticed by the mass circuits, and even become popular for critics? The album title seems, at first, somewhat pretentious, but ends up showing exactly the same intrinsic value. Death was an unfortunate band, which was intended to gold, but that may have been a victim of its own speed, bumping into the long strands of his own pretensions, turning your head against the wall of his unwavering principles and their own instincts Thanatos. The idea of \u200b\u200b"banda damn" is very tempting, but that does not make a band Death legitimately good (like the bizarre life / self-destructive GG Allin also leaves penumbra Berreta the fact it was as a musician). Also, the task of finding masturbatory "the first punk band" and has become a subgenre in itself in regard to musical criticism. Continue to delegate that, if they were the Pistols or the Ramones, or the Dictators, or Suicide, or the Velvet Underground, or the Nuggets, or the Fugs or the Electric Eels or Saicos Peruvians, or bandasolistadelcuñadodeuntíosegundodeFraileMuertoquetocab-acoversdelosIracundosdrogadoconpegamentodetapiceríaenelaño59 'is a work that only serves to discuss with some other blogger with little chance of putting it in the summer. But the sight of Death part -Or rather ears. What does this band formed in 1971 is sound hardcore punk Before without DeLoreans in between, with only a couple of electric guitars to the bottom (too fast for its time, anticipating the hyperactive and physical attack of Bad Brains) , very complex issues and a spirit inherited from MC5 grown and reprocessing as a forgotten in an old wine barrel. Play For the whole world to see , specifically issues such as Keep on knocking or Politicians in my eyes, it's like uncorking the wine, feel and think as far as things could have been different in this band have become in training recognized. The world probably will not see, or be lucky enough to know what was lost, but the last and only album by Death is historic in retrospect, as the discovery of Peking Man, or any lost skeleton that makes us wonder about links themselves up to us.

01 - The Antlers, Hospice
been years since a disk would not let me so long goose bumps "from neck to legs, my whole body come out, like a capybara on amphetamines. Peter Silberman, the man behind The Antlers, fell into a pit of depression that took him away from all the people who knew retreating into an apartment in Brooklyn, without even answering the phone for a year. The result of that, a lot of friends thrown down the drain and Hospice, a concept album, or more than a concept album, a sound novel about the last days of a girl with cancer to the bones viewed from the perspective of one of your visitors / carers. The idea at first seems so creepy and depressing, but Silberman is a kind of sensitivity that makes you fall on his ass, making small details ( verses like "walking in room That When You Had tubes in your arms, singing Those morphine Kept out of tune alarms you sleeping and I did'nt relief events Them When They Call You a hurricane thunderclap ") tiny hammers that crush the heart you, pudiéndoselo compare with that great story is Harvest of Amy Hempel (a writer of which, having read only two or three stories, I can say it is one of the highest points of contemporary literature). Indeed, there is an idea and interesting way back to the literature, with many references to Sylvia Plath's suicide (poet and writer of children's literature who committed suicide in his thirties sticking her head in an oven), together with a description of the forbidden, but quite vivid impulse murderer (not only merciful, but properly jaded aggressive) of whom must witness the continued suffering of others. Hospice is one of the albums lyrical and psychologically dense I've heard in my life. In Shiva, where death finally comes, love and identification with the person in bed becomes so intense that ends up producing a transmutation of the visitor in the patient (as indicated by the alternative title of the song, "Port-a-caths switched). What prevails, more than anything is the horror and helplessness, those moments when we feel more than a stupid, insignificant compared to the pain of another, unable to mutter some more bullshit cliché that "everything will be alright." As stated Cioran, "in the case of condolence, all that is not bordering on cliché inconvenience or aberration."

Beyond the stylistic quality, one, and its subject matter might think that Hospice is an album infumable-at least emotionally, but (and here is precisely one of the great merits) still is an album full of humanity and life, until, oddly enough, hope, making death a hymnic time where everything is legitimate, in a way that even the most religious of the writers could capture (with emotional peaks that have a lot of Arcade Fire and Godspeed You! Black Emperor). For the same reason, Hospice is not of those albums that will appear as the most listened to in the last.fm someone. It's an album that can only be heard a few times, at a stretch, but that is ringing for days, months. The greatest emotional peak of 2009, a fine jewelry and "cute", made of bones that refuse to host, injections, pullmotores, catheters and venetian blinds.