Earlier this year, my favourite music writer Simon Reynolds – who runs everybody’s favourite music blog blissout – characterised two kinds of listener in his long-running discussion of rockism: ‘Tricky types’ and ‘Sleater-Kinney types’. Personally, I don’t see why I can’t be both kinds, and in that spirit I hereby present my humble year-end list…
Favourite album (international): Burial, Burial
When I wasn’t listening to this album, I was thinking about it. It creates an immersive sonic universe like few other records that I’ve heard over the past few years: seductive, off-kilter and dreadfully spooky. If 2006 was the year that dubstep began to infect even clueless dolts like me, then Burial surely shoulders a large square of the cross-over blame. It’s beautiful, and I didn’t even try to resist it.
Honourable mentions: Matmos, The Rose Has Teeth in the Mouth of the Beast, Beirut, Gulag Orkestar
Favourite album (local): The Crayon Fields, Animal Bells
Gorgeous, shimmering, unashamed pop music. The 60s never sounded this sweet.
Honourable mentions: Seaworthy, Distant Hills Burn Bright, Because of Ghosts, The Tomorrow We Were Promised Yesterday
Gig of the year: Castings/Nathan Thompson/Seaworthy, Yvonne Ruve, August
A night of sounds so slow to unfold that the collective heartbeat was gradually lowered – what with a corresponding lack of oxygen in the room, comatose states were close at hand. Which might not sound like everybody’s idea of a fun night on the town, but this gig was a tiny, perfectly-formed thing. It also served as an introduction to NZ laptop/noise artist Nathan Thompson, whose supremely impressive new album, Star Obsolescence, under his nom-de-guerre Expansion Bay, is worth tracking down.
Tied for first place with: Sleater-Kinney, The Gaelic Club (Sydney) and The Corner (Melbourne), January
Storming, booty-shaking sets from the first ladies of rock. Then they went and broke up, and I was very, very, very sad. Old riot-grrrls die hard – but they play harder. Long may their incendiary spirit live on, reincarnate in other guitar-windmilling women.
With honourable mention to: Animal Collective, Always, Aleks and the Ramps, Pivot, Jaime Fennelly, Skist, Fabulous Diamonds, Sigur Ros, Low, Crayon Fields
Venue of the year: Yvonne Ruve, (Hibernian House, Sydney)
It’s the size of a lounge room, its largely unsignposted, you get a nice view of the local rats on your way up, it’s an unventilated fire-hazard, and wonderful, intriguing music happens there.
Hype of the year: Hauntology
Hauntology is the new black! Or maybe, since we’re talking about ghosts, the new white! It has something to do with Derrida! And dubstep! It’s very highbrow! But it sounds good!
Mystery of the year: Thurston Moore
This man obviously knows the secrets of human cloning, because by my calculation he has appeared on an average of 7.2 records out of every 10 released this year. Does he never sleep?
Records I meant to buy, but haven’t yet, AKA my Christmas wishlist:
Lady Sovereign, Public Warning, On, On, Post, Post, Broadcast, The Future Crayon, Six Organs of Admittance, Sun Awakens
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