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Taking A Look Back At 2009

It impossible to listen to every album that gets released during 2009 in the many indie genres and sub-genres so it's very easy to pass by many albums that might have deserved a chance at...

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Most Grievous of Errors

I have so many release dates running through my head during the year that sometimes they get mixed up and it doesn't help to try and keep track of both US and UK dates. Normally...

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There went the lists

We had a bit more year-end stuff planned for you, but our department was recently cut from seven to five, and take a wild guess who got to pick up the slack? So here...

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Artist of the decade, 2000-2009

She doesn't remember it this way, but I do. This would have been late 2004 or early 2005. I was delirious with fever and half-sleeping, half-listening to her sing our infant son to...

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"we really wanted to put dre's 2001 on here but realised it came out in 1999. in 2019 people will want to put this on these lists but will realise it came out in 2009. i think i just compared this to 2001. that's fine, i'm sticking with it."

She doesn't remember it this way, but I do. This would have been late 2004 or early 2005. I was delirious with fever and half-sleeping, half-listening to her sing our infant son to...

Artist of the decade, 2000-2009

She doesn’t remember it this way, but I do. This would have been late 2004 or early 2005. I was delirious with fever and half-sleeping, half-listening to her sing our infant son to bed. Those were the days she sang him Rufus Wainwright, and I don’t care what the man produces from here on out. From where I sit, it will always be nothing short of brilliant.

It took a while. He fights off sleep and always has. When at last she came back to the bedroom I had a simple request: “Could you sing me some Arcade Fire?”

“Sing you some what?”

“The Arcade Fire.”

“Is that a band or a song?” As I type I cannot help a recurring thought: what a difference five years makes. But in this case her conversion took a single hour. More on that in a moment.

Electing an artist of the decade was a nearly impossible chore, because the shortlist began with exactly two obvious choices, equally matched: Godspeed You! Black Emperor and The Arcade Fire. Both recorded only two LPs this decade. Both hail from Montreal. Both have spawned unquantifiable imitators. Both are critically acclaimed and boast a massive stage presence. GYBE dominated the first few years of the decade, and AF, the rest. Both are dutifully political.

This is where the comparisons end. A GYBE record is a place of angst, tension, sometimes rage. Tracks can run over twenty minutes and sport four, five different countenances. The term “experimental” is tempting, but the compositions are so expertly built that the listener is sure that the songwriters were sure. There is no need for experimenting, and no room. The term “post-rock” is alluring, but GYBE is not really “post” anything, at least not the way that, say, Muse is post-Queen. Instead, these are soundtracks to films you hope don’t exist. These are troubled horizons.

Quite the contrary, an Arcade Fire track is a three-minute celebratory piece. Perhaps not decidedly upbeat, but always kinetic, hopeful. Neither Win nor Regina are particularly accomplished singers, and this way the audience is invited to join. The crowd gathers, the division between artist and audience continues to fall. Have you ever seen them live? The wife saw them once on television and she was hooked. That bears repeating: the wife gave herself over because of one live performance broadcast on tv. (It wasn’t this one, by the way.)

It is a hell of a question, choosing between the surly geniuses or the infectious commoners. Should music always keep paving new ground? Or on occasion should it stay put for awhile so we can all sing along? It is a shame to have to eliminate one because — between the two — this is the entirety of modern rock. The last ten years can be distilled down to two bands which have literally nothing of substance in common with each other. Nothing is left out, nothing is redundant. Truly perfect complements.

Besides, you already know my thoughts about music, so you already know the answer. But if you’re looking for a hint, I might remind you of this post, which gives the slightest of margins to…

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