Growing bored with singing in a certain language is one of the most Dan Bejar style things that could have happened, but it did and now here is the result. The
2012. Not much to say about this past year in music, except that it was pretty disappointing. Spent this year listening to 2011, though I did make a great unexpected discovery or two this year (SVIIB being one of them)..
Lambchop - Mr. M
Snubbed from quite a few of this year’s best lists, Lambchop is another one of those gems that I’m glad I found at all. Their opening track for Mr. M cleverly and succinctly captures a trend that defined the lists for 2011 and will continue well into the music next year: “Here come those crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again.” Blame Dan Bejar if you want for resurrecting the Sade sounds, but Lampchop hits the nail on the head with that line alone (remember M83, Gardens and Villa, Feist and a few others following Destroyer’s flute suit?). Woodwinds aside, Mr. M is a pure and (dare I say?) smooth chamber pop ride, with Kurt Wagner’s half lamenting/half hopeful persona demanding repeat listens. Listen: 2B2
Lana del Rey - Born to Die
What can I say? I fell for it! I wanted to like this album. Really, I did. Then again, maybe everything’s all nostalgia (having heard bits of LDR’s newer stuff has me now holding onto this).. Huh?!
Christopher Owens - Lysandre
When I heard Girls broke up, I wanted to kick myself in the head for not seeing them. Their brilliantly mature and buoyant “Father, Son, Holy Ghost” becomes more pained, personal and joyful the more I listen to it. So when singer-songwriter Chris Owens announced new tunes as a solo artist, I had to listen. And from the sounds of it, I anticipate Lysandre to be a triumphant return—not of Girls, but of the heartfelt melodies and lyricism that made me fall in love.
Here we go! Here come those crazy flutes again! —TK
— Paulo Coehlo (via vonnegutphile)
— John Durniak, former photo editor of The New York Times (via photojojo)