Posts Tagged ‘Best albums of 2014’

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Mountain Man’s Amelia Meath and Megafaun/Made of Oak’s Nick Sanborn represent a study of contrasts. Together as Sylvan Esso, they create synthy pop songs falling somewhere between Poliça, tUnE-yArDs and Autre Ne Veut.

Starting off as part of the Appalachian-inspired trio Mountain Man, Meath brings a strong folk influence to Sylvan Esso. Her melodies are unwavering; she conjures a new one in each song using her soft and soothing voice against Sanborn’s beats and production. And Sanborn, who played bass with Megafaun and recently started experimenting with electronic music and producing under the name Made of Oak, juxtaposes her vocal purity with deep dubstep, jarring counter-rhythms and the kind of buzzing that household electronic devices seem to emit before they explode and sizzle in defeat. Under Sanborn’s direction, her voice becomes malleable—sometimes an echo of itself and other times a wordless source of harmonic veneer.

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As a result, Sylvan Esso’s self-titled debut is as cerebral as it is sexy. “H.S.K.T.,” the most uptempo on the record, works equally well in a club as it does through headphones. The opening “Hey Mami” serves as commentary on neighborhood catcalling; each time Meath adds another verse or repeats a chorus, Sanborn layers on another bubbling rumpus beneath her clear soprano. “Could I Be,” with Meath’s delay-pedal addled voice creating triplets against itself, coyly alternates between soft subtlety and bold advances.

Sylvan Esso set themselves apart from the synth-pop crowd with their unique take on the style, blending components of folk and electro-pop in a way that works. The duo’s piercing beats and swirling synth melodies serve to both highlight and obscure Amelia Meath’s voice within layers of electronic lushness that gives the album a warm and inviting touch And so the whole album feels like jigsaw puzzle of disparate genres fitting together in strange and lovely ways. In fact, it might just be the greatest crossover sleeper success of the year.

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Justin Townes Earle: Single Mothers

For his fifth full-length album, Justin Townes Earle doubled down on the more laid-back, R&B-influenced sound he carved out on his previous 2012 record. On “Single Mothers”, the Tennessee songwriter plays the role of soul crooner (“White Gardenias”), roadhouse bluesman (“My Baby Drives”), and high-lonesome balladeer (“Pictures in a Drawer”) with equal grace. The claustrophobic, burnt-out blues of “Today and Lonely Night” is the real highpoint, a vintage Earle tune that climaxes when the singer gives his excuse to stay in on a Friday night in New York: “Darling, I just don’t feel much like going to Brooklyn tonight,” he moans, possessed with the voice of someone who’s seen far too much and needs to say nothing more. That same sort of sinister subtext can be found on “My Baby Drives,” where the narrator who’s all-too happy to be riding shotgun refuses to reveal why he’s been unable, lately, to take the wheel. “Single Mothers” may trick you into thinking its a simple record, but it just may be Earle’s darkest.

Single Mothers was released on September 9, 2014 via Vagrant Records and is available now . Combined with Absent Fathers, the double album perfectly showcases exactly why Justin Townes Earle is considered a forefather of Contemporary Americana. Hailed as an album that’s “showing the world that alt-country can be pretty dope,” (Noisey/Vice), “Single Mothers” has had great radio success,

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When the fifth album from Brooklyn art rockers TV on the Radio was released in November, I was instantly hooked. The single, “Happy Idiot” is an enthralling and magnetic track about being so stupidly happy that you’re standing in the middle of the road, waving at cars,  “Seeds” as a whole connects musical bridges and hones together indie, funk, synth pop, and melancholy rock. It’s got that total feel-good, emotional turmoil thing going on, and i don’t think anyone is complaining.

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Fresh off their Big Sur debut at Henry Miller, Seeds marks the Brooklyn art rockers’ first studio record since losing bassist Gerard Smith to lung cancer three years ago. Like 2008’s “Dear Science”, “Seeds” distances itself just enough from esoteric places while embracing the right amount of pop. The vintage NYC punk number “Lazerray” and melodically whimsical “Happy Idiot” mark two of the 12 tracks

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The songs here are great. Not as good as Dear Science, but better than Nine Types of Light. This one’s a little bit different – there’s less variety and more cheerfulness than normal, but still plenty to reward repeat listens and I’ve been playing it a lot.

So why not five stars? Well it just sounds… a bit boring. The sound is quite compressed so everything’s at about the same volume. Therefore it doesn’t grab the attention like it should, and after hearing it for a bit I find my mind starts to wander and it fades into the background. This is a real shame as the production on the last two albums was fantastic. If David Sitek had mastered this one in the same way it would easily be up there with Dear Science. However it’s still recommended.

 

 

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“As the alt-folk hero’s 14th studio album, Ryan Adams‘ self-titled effort is the longest he’s ever taken with just three years. It is more than worth the wait, singularly containing all that’s great about his unique material – vivid and reflective poetry, blistering open-road Americana and folk so sweet it’ll rot your teeth. Arguably this is his best album since Gold, the likes of ‘Kim’, ‘Stay With Me’ and ‘Gimme Something Good’ mark the former Whiskeytown man on his finest form, delving into an arena-ready realm of rock .


Alt-country, alt-pop, punk, rock, metal, blues, transformative covers, soundtrack-ready anthems— you never know what you’re gonna get with Ryan Adams, one of music’s most unpredictable polymaths. On this self-titled project, he settles into his sweet spot, like a power hitter waiting for a waist-high fastball down the middle, and goes yard. The album kicks off with a potent one-two combo: “Gimme Something Good,” with sharp, bluesy riffs and a vintage Tom Petty vibe (bolstered by founding Heartbreakers member Benmont Tench’s soulful organ), followed by the sparse, plaintive “Kim,” with Adams at his heartbroken best. As a singer/songwriter, he’s always put equal emphasis on both sides of the craft, with a knack for fashioning hooks you can’t easily shake off. Note the magic in the simplicity of “Am I Safe,” a melancholy strummer with a dark underbelly (“It’s complicated/I just don’t love you anymore/I just want to sit here and watch it burn”). Adams deserves a place among the best American songsmiths, in the tradition of Dylan and Springsteen. Maybe his genre-hopping makes him tough to pin down, or his mercurial personality leaves him feeling unknowable, hard to define. Of course, it’s the music that matters. Let this album stand as yet more evidence that he’s one of the greats

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Sixteen years after their last proper release, it seems more ludicrous than ever to lump the Afghan Whigs in with any grunge movement, surprising events that have helped define this band’s reunion. Never mind youthful energies — the Afghan Whigs have always pursued the kinds of qualities that needn’t necessarily diminish with age, like a visual flair courted both onstage and off , plus the iconic album covers for Congregation and Gentlemen.

Do to the Beast finds the group still boasting a surplus of panache; witness visual artist Amanda Demme’s wonderful cover photo of what appears to be a shirtless man giving himself a double-fisted cocaine facial. Likewise, lead vocalist Greg Dulli’s dark obsessions and predatory narrators manage to sound as erotically entrancing as he pushes 50 as they did when he was courting 25,

The songs are unstoppable … sixteen years is a long long time to wait, and to release a collection as instantly vital as this takes my breath away. What an album.” I love this video too.

 

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The ambient US musician’s 10th studio album is “the most heartbreaking and beautiful record of the year by a country mile…”. The album was recorded very simply with a portable stereo microphone next to an upright piano, and even includes a beep from a microwave picked up accidentally. Liz Harris, from Portland Oregon, however, is unlikely to share any of these piscatorial characteristics but the music on her new album ‘Ruins’ does indeed
have more than a little flavour of cimmerian subaquatic mystery about it.

This collection could not, in any terms, be considered “easy listening”. Ms Harris has a disctinctive vision which bares some resemblance to the spectral landscapes conjured by Austrian singer/songwriter Anja Plaschg (aka Soap & Skin) and listening to these eight compositions is among the most unsettling musical experiences I have had this year.

Following an enigmactic introduction, which consists of little more than
a faint heartbeat and what seems, to my hairy ears, to be a few croaks
from a wayward crow, the first song in the set, ‘Clearing’, an arrangement
for voice and piano, unfolds so quietly that it is almost impossible to
discern the half-whispered words but the fragile melody is quite beautiful
in its own way and the sum effect of the piece is strangely captivating.

 

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Craig Finn and Co. are joined by the excellent Steve Selvidge (who came along on the support tour for 2010’s introspective Heaven Is Whenever), and twin-attack guitars are suddenly the going thing once again. The Hold Steady continues to grow up in public, but where Heaven was the sound of a group figuring out how to transition from bar-band woodshedding into the complexity of middle age, privately and professionally, “Teeth Dreams” will likely be seen in hindsight as the point where the band members considered various paths, then said, “Fuck it,” and kicked a new one for themselves, retaining their youthful power while articulating the lessons of age. The group’s sixth album is as rewardingly energetic in places as anything it’s ever recorded (see “Spinners” and the barreling “Big Cig”), but it’s also the most literate and lyrically expressive album in its catalog to date, which is saying a hell of a lot for aband that started and stayed brainy without slipping into precious.

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The Hold Steady could likely keep making “Hold Steady albums” for as long as it wanted to—the formula works—but the group is still heading new and interesting places. The fact that it’s consistently been one of the smartest American bands of the past decade makes that journey all the more impressive.

The new album from the Swedish Indie Folk sisters Klara and Johanna Söderberg delivers on the promise of the incredible The Lion’s Roar” and then some. with their third released album. That album’s producer, Mike Mogis, returns for “Stay Gold” — and brings a 13-piece orchestra to fittingly and flawlessly support the sisters’ soaring, airy vocals.Mike Mogis, who worked on the band’s previous album, The Lion’s Roar. The album was released in June 2014 in mainland Europe and the following week elsewhere.

According to an interview in Swedish TV webpage, the album is more about their own lives than their previous ones. “That one has to learn appreciate what is and that all flows, that nothing stays “Stay Gold” introduced new elements to First Aid Kit’s music, such as a 13-piece orchestra. Their previous albums had been produced in such a way that would allow the band to perform with 3 people on stage, however these limitations have been lifted to give the band a bigger, more fulfilling sound.

The album has been well received by most music critics, noted that the album is “noticeably more expansive than any of their previous work”, and “has a rich texture of classic country instrumentation and stirring string arrangements, matching their soaring vocal melodies. The larger sound that came from the band utilising more instruments, as well as the sister’s “new-found, beefed up timbres”. It also described the album as poised to knock you for six this summer, aimed at cracking the United States, making the kind of wide-eyed, ‘70s-tinged folk-rock that thrives on soaring vocals, warm harmonies, big choruses, and heart-on-sleeve lyrics.

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Two years after the critical success of her breakout second album, “Indestructible Machine”, Lydia Loveless emerges from the trenches of hometown Columbus, OH with the gloves off and brimming with confidence on Somewhere Else. While her previous album was described as “hillbilly punk with a honky-tonk heart” (Uncut), this one can’t be so quickly shoehorned into neat categorical cubbyholes. No, things are different this time around—Loveless and her band have collectively dismissed the genre blinders and sonic boundaries that come from playing it from a safe,familiar place.
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Writing from this new-found place of conviction, Lydia crafted 10 songs that are stark in their honesty, self-examination,and openness. Somewhere Else is more elemental than any of Loveless’s previous material; it’s about longing for the other, whether that’s something emotional, physical, or mental, all anchored by her arresting voice that sounds beyond her years. Creatively speaking, if Indestructible Machine was an all-night bender, Somewhere Else is the forlorn twilight of the next day, when that creeping nostalgia has you looking back for someone, something, or just… anything.

Blessed with a commanding, blast-it-to-the-back-of-the-room voice, the 23-year-old Lydia Loveless was raised on a family farm in Coshocton, Ohio—a small weird town with nothing to do but make music. With a dad who owned a country music bar, Loveless often woke up with a house full of touring musicians scattered on couches and floors.

When she got older, in the time-honored traditions of teenage rebellion, she turned her back on these roots, moved to the city (Columbus, OH) and immersed herself in the punk scene, soaking up the musical and attitudinal influences of everyone from Charles Bukowski to Richard Hell to Hank III.

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It’s taken five relatively unappreciated albums, but on “Lateness Of Dancers”, M.C Taylor’s band otherwise known as Hiss Golden Messenger seems to have finally found an audience for their rootsy-Americana style. Well received by many critics, and absolutely adored by Uncut Magazine, the timing of his new found audience might just be perfect, as his music has never sounded better, fitting neatly alongside the likes of Bill Callahan, Jonathan Wilson and Bonnie “Prince” Billy at the very top of the genre.

His seemingly mundane tales of being “a grown up US male with a couple of kids and a marginally successful career” may not sound that promising a starting point, but the honesty and relatable nature of his words make for a more intriguing listen than you’d imagine. His way with words allows him to be rueful and contemplative without ever getting too downbeat or miserable.

The music fluctuates from little more than a vocal and an acoustic guitar, to rich full bands tracks that showcase the quality of his musical companions, from the spectacular organ that closes “Lucida”, to the surprisingly tasteful banjo in the title track or the impressively meaty guitar riff in “I’m A Raven (Shake Children)” It’s a truly majestic album from a musician at the top of his game!