Looking for gift solutions that will help you avoid the phrase, ‘Not another tie’? PopMatters selects some of the year’s best (and most unique) music, DVDs, and books for this season of giving.
[19 December 2005]
Editors: Sarah Zupko and Zeth Lundy
It had the makings of just another year. Annual archetypes were hollowed out anew; trends awaited the spark of resuscitation; disappointments and surprises alike were handicapped by the legions of obsessives.
The year saw its share of bands that altered their attack and, as a result, alienated factions of their fan bases while attracting new recruits: Sleater-Kinney unleashed a veritable eruption of shock, while the Mars Volta found a way to become possibly the most impenetrable band with a single on the Billboard Hot 100. There was the annual attempt at an indie junta, this time spearheaded by label-less Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, but perhaps drowned out by louder indie bands like the Hold Steady who continued to embrace a polemic of classic rock populism.
It was a year rife with prolificacy, indulgence, and Bob Pollard emulation: Ryan Adams released three albums between May and December; Michelle Shocked dropped three all at once; Bright Eyes issued two distinctly separate records, one “acoustic” and one “electronic”; and metal bizarro System of a Down split a double album into two independent releases.
The obligatory long-delayed album was finally released: Fiona Apple’s Extraordinary Machine, after years of recording, speculation, emancipation campaigns, and re-recording, made its way to the store shelves in an entirely new form. There were artistic resurgences by old warhorses like Paul McCartney and Neil Diamond, a sudden end to a 12-year silence by Kate Bush, and less publicized resurfacings by fringe figures like Bettye LaVette.
There were collaborations (DJ Danger Mouse and MF Doom as Dangerdoom, for instance) fit for a music geek’s wet dream and one band in particular, LCD Soundsystem, that was a danceable manifestation of music snobbery. It was an exceptionally bounteous year for reissues and box sets, marked by massive collections of Ray Charles, Talking Heads, the Band, and Bruce Springsteen. The year’s unofficial archival king was Bob Dylan, whose legacy was treated to a Martin Scorsese film and two-disc soundtrack, a live album, and no less than four books.
We were even witness to (some, unfortunately, violated by) a scandal perpetrated by the music industry itself. As if its control of roughly 20% of the world music market weren’t enough, Sony BMG distributed CDs with imbedded, infectious rootkit software, essentially ushering corporate extortion into the realm of “acceptable”. Some would say that’s what you get for buying a Trey Anastasio solo album, but we like to think that all music lovers should be allowed to live without fear of corporate molestation.
The weirdest moments of 2005 were when it felt like the second coming of 2004: weren’t we just discussing critically acclaimed albums by Kanye West, Franz Ferdinand, and Animal Collective, like, 12 months ago? In our accelerated effort to progress through the year, this kind of tangential déjà vu downshifted our perspective into slower motions. It was there that we took stock of how far the musical landscape had come (if at all) in the course of mere months.
Surrounded by all this familiar upheaval of possibility, PopMatters’ music staff was smitten by an eclectic array of releases, including albums by a Sri Lankan civil war refugee, a songwriter with a penchant for whistling and pizzicato violin, a man with a hauntingly sexless voice, and an ambitious optimist with a fetish for state histories. As it turns out, we were most blown away by a motley crew of Canadians with a cavernous stockroom of pop confections in its head and the deceptive appearance of a next-door neighbor.
These year-end lists, rituals of taste by those who like to think themselves tastemakers, become something more than authoritative personal biases when collected, tabulated, and condensed. PopMatters’ lists, celebrating the year’s top albums, reissues, as well as some select genre highlights, are an example of this kind of communal wisdom. Beyond that, they’re proof that 2005 happened, that we were here, that we sifted through the good and bad, the remarkable and decidedly less so, and wished to present our definitive findings to the equally curious and hungry.
It was just another year, and yet it was different than any other year. Here’s why.
Sunday, December 18 2005
From metalcore to hardcore, guttural growls to soaring falsettos, and unabashedly sludgetastic to downright operatic, the cream of this year's metal crop is as eclectic as it is provocative.
Monday, December 19 2005
This year's involved, expansive reissues (including deluxe editions, compilations, and box sets) are like a trip down memory lane, if memory lane had better sound quality and gorgeous packaging.
If you're only now discovering that contemporary country music is more than chest-pounding, patriotic braggadocio, read on. Our favorite country records of the year wade deep into Southern gospel, plain-spoken existentialism, and just plain weird storytelling.
Jazz is not dead, nor does it smell funny. This year alone was packed with rediscovered lost gems, re-energized trios, revitalized living legends, and revelatory violin solos.
The year's best electronic albums are so emotionally involved and organically expressive, it's easy to forget they were created with advanced technology.
A cartoon-helmed exploration of the absurd, the sound of English grad students three sheets to the wind, psychedelic Kentucky bliss rock, and some life-affirming, new day-rising hip-hop: these are just a few of the best albums of 2005.
Wednesday, December 21 2005
The sound of this decade is being cobbled together by witch doctor rock collectives in Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver. So please excuse the intensity, we are ecstatic. And as our enthusiasm spreads so does the range of talent. And as the novelty inevitably wears off, what will remain is a shitload of great bands.
Friday, December 23 2005
Here then, are our best and worst live moments of 2005, a collection of extreme shows, inspired theatrics, and performances that, for better or worse, made our pens run dry.