Plenty of new music to be had this week from Laetitia Sadier and Storefront Church, Six Organs of Admittance, Able Noise, Yui Onodera, SML, Clinic Stars, Austyn Wohlers, Build Buildings, Zelienople, and Lea Thomas, plus some older tunes by Farah, Guy Blakeslee, Jessica Bailiff, and Richard H. Kirk.
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Sound In Silence is happy to announce the return of øjeRum, presenting his new album Støvfald.
This is his second album on the label after the highly acclaimed Alting Falder I Samme Rum in 2019.
øjeRum is the solo project of musician and collage artist Paw Grabowski, based in Copenhagen, Denmark. For over a decade, he has been producing his sublime music, ranging from atmospheric ambient to experimental folk, having released several albums and EPs on labels such as Fluid Audio, Eilean Rec., Shimmering Moods Records, Champion Version, Unknown Tone Records and many others.
Støvfald consists of two long-form compositions of dark ambient, with a total duration of 60 minutes, captivating the listener with its atmospheric textures and hypnotic soundscapes. The album, built around layers of swelling hypnotic drones and minimal guitar melodies, started taking shape last year on Grabowski’s birthday when he was watching Andrei Tarkovsky's Stalker while playing and recording some music inspired by the film. Støvfald is an evocatively atmospheric album with a dreamlike quality, carefully mastered by George Mastrokostas (aka Absent Without Leave) and highly recommended for devotees of Windy & Carl, Eluvium, Benoît Pioulard and Fennesz.
The staff nominates, the readers add to the nomination list, the readers vote, and we write some comments back. That's how it is. The Brainwashed Annual Readers Poll is a snapshot of what our readers and staff were listening to for the year. As always there are some rankings that are surprises along with others that come as no surprise.
This year we decided to get rid of the "worst album of the year" category (2020 was harsh enough). We also decided to add honorable mentions to the Lifetime Achievement Recognition category because it seems like there's so many people who we cherish that it's an injustice not to give a nod to musicians who have left a lasting impression on music as a whole.
Thanks again to all who participated and we wish you all a safe and healthy 2021.
Album of the Year
Cabaret Voltaire, "Shadow of Fear" (Mute)
“I am really pleased to see this at the top spot as I found it to be a tremendously strong release, on par with their classic work, despite it being down to just a single original member. I was initially worried putting something to the legendary name, but this is worthy of the name, a work that retained the CV magic and ended up being a perfect addition to their catalog. Despite the year, I still expect to hear many of these tracks appear as dancefloor staples.” - Eve McGivern
"I still have somewhat mixed feelings about this one. I certianly enjoyed it, but it is hard not to feel like opting to use the CV name instead of one of Kirk's multiple aliases was a bit of a marketing ploy. Which, certainly did work given its ranking here. Although I think it is somewhat justified given there were some obvious usages of old school CV drum machines and other elements that drew a clear line to the band's history. I dug it, I just wish Stephen Mallinder was on it as well." - Creaig Dunton
"Excellent album. Richard H. Kirk has been releasing music under any name he so desires as long as he has made music and if he didn't feel it was a Cabaret Voltaire album, he wouldn't have released it as Cabaret Voltaire. In the grand trajectory of CV, it doesn't sound far off from the last new music released as CV back in 1994." - Jon Whitney
Einstürzende Neubauten, "Alles In Allem" (Potomak)
“I knew this would certainly be up there, considering our readership and the long gap between releases.” - Eve McGivern
"The more I listen, the more I love this album. It's a slow burner." - Jon Whitney
William Basinski, "Lamentations" (Temporary Residence)
"Quite an unusual release by Basinski standards (shorter pieces, operatic elements, etc.), but quite an inspired one as well. The achingly beautiful 'Please, This Shit Has Got to Stop' absolutely floored me." - Anthony D'Amico
"Certainly the most 'pop' of his solo albums, the shorter pieces don't make it any less powerful, however." - Jon Whitney
Anna von Hausswolf, "All Thoughts Fly" (Southern Lord)
"I understand how important technicality is to a composer and performer—the album was recorded on the largest pipe organ of its unique tuning using very particular recording equipment, etc,—but technicality can't match the power of the composition of a song itself. Recorded in January of 2020, nobody could foresee the toll on humanity COVID19 was going to take, but released in September, there was no way to escape the feelings of sorrow and despair the world was experiencing by then. I assume this album resonated with so many listeners because it felt like it was there at a time many of us needed to grieve and mourn all of the loss and come to terms with the pain. That pipe organ brought us to a place we couldn't be and shared an experience, if only in listening, amongst others." - Jon Whitney
Drew McDowall, "Agalma" (Dais)
Mary Lattimore, "Silver Ladders" (Ghostly International)
"I'm delighted to see that this near the top of the chart, as there is often a very significant gulf between my own favorite albums and the poll results. 'Til a Mermaid Drags You Under' is easily one of the most gorgeous pieces that anyone released in 2020." - Anthony D'Amico
"Aided by Neil Halstead, this is a magical album: bringing a tantalizing sense of flowers, forests, the sea, and planes taking off, into our more interior 2020 worlds." - Duncan Edwards
Ian William Craig, "Red Sun Through Smoke" (130701)
"In hindsight, this was probably the most unintentionally prescient album of 2020: tender, intimate vignettes of quiet beauty composed in isolation while surrounded by fire, death, and heartache." - Anthony D'Amico
KMRU, "Peel" (Editions Mego)
"This was probably the year's most pleasant surprise for me. I thought I was completely burned out on ambient/drone, but I fell totally in love with this album before I even got to the end of the epic opener 'Why Are You Here.' A truly sublime and beautiful album from start to finish." -Anthony D'Amico
MJ Guider, "Sour Cherry Bell" (Kranky)
"I had never heard of MJ Guider before this release, and what an amazing introduction. This album became a favorite of 2020 for me." - Eve McGivern
Clarice Jensen, "The experience of repetition as death" (130701)
"I had incredibly high expectations for this album after 2018's stellar For This From That Will Be Filled, but I was still floored by most of this release anyway. 'Final' still kills me absolutely every time I hear it." - Anthony D'Amico
Wire, "Mind Hive" (Pink Flag)
"I'm not sure Wire can do any wrong. Everything they do is magic. It's refreshing to see longstanding legends Wire continuing to release such powerful music." -Eve McGivern
"Wire without Bruce Gilbert is probably my least favorite era of the band. That does not mean I dislike it per se, it just is not the same without the tension between him and Colin Newman. I would say this is probably their strongest record in this phase, however." - Creaig Dunton
Ana Roxanne, "Because of a Flower" (kranky)
"An intimate and stunning recording, in which the balance of fragility and strength is perfect. Maybe that's (part of) the point. The album encourages such concentrated listening that when a guitar appeared I nearly fell over." -Duncan Edwards
"Such a powerful and personal statement, I'm disappointed this hasn't been appearing on many other year end lists, but as other publications start writing their year-end lists in November I shouldn't be surprised." - Jon Whitney
Autechre, "Sign" (Warp)
"Like everyone else, I liked the first few Autechre albums a lot, but I could never understand how they somehow became revered as the gold standard of electronic music as their later releases became increasingly obtuse affairs that felt like they could have been composed by AI. I'm still perplexed, mind you, but something finally clicked for me with Sign & Plus and I now appreciate Autechre the way I would appreciate an ambitiously impractical and futuristic-looking building." - Anthony D'Amico
Alva Noto, "Xerrox, Vol. 4" (Noton)
Nurse With Wound, "Barren" (ICR)
"It's wild how stealthily NWW managed to transform into something akin to an extremely professional-sounding Fenn O'Berg-style supergroup. The conspicuous absence of Stapleton's more whimsical & mischievous eccentricities is certainly felt, but this album captures some impressively absorbing and focused performances. I like this phase! It's a shame Stapleton already burned through Space Music & Trippin' Musik as titles, because this is some prime deep-psych/heavy drone." -Anthony D'Amico
Matt Elliott, "Farewell To All We Know" (Ici d'ailleurs)
"Wow was this terrifyingly predictable." - Jon Whitney
FACS, "Void Moments" (Trouble In Mind)
"The winning album title for 2020. Raw power captured on vinyl." -Eve McGivern
Black To Comm, "Oocyte Oil & Stolen Androgens" (Thrill Jockey)
"This was some of the most surreal music I listened to in 2020." -Eve McGivern
"Between Black to Comm and Mouchoir Etanche, Marc Richter somehow managed to release three wonderfully immersive and hallucinatory full lengths in single year. This was probably the best of them, but all three had some legitimately wonderful pieces." -Anthony D'Amico
The Necks, "Three" (Northern Spy)
Sarah Davachi, "Cantus, Descant" (Late Music)
"I could not keep up with the impressive flood of new Sarah Davachi music this year, but both this album and its companion (Figures in Open Air) featured some characteristically sublime and heavenly pieces." -Anthony D'Amico
Ak'chamel, The Giver of Illness, "The Totemist" (Akuphone)
"I'm delighted to see such a deeply weird project do so well in the poll. It is heartening to see deserving fringe-dwellers celebrated in something that so often feels like a popularity contest." -Anthony D'Amico
Richard Skelton, "These Charms May Be Sung Over A Wound" (Phantom Limb)
"I don't think I have ever been disappointed by a major new Richard Skelton release, but I definitely preferred the warmer first half of this one to the colder, more gnarled second half. The slow-burning beauty of 'For Either Deadened or Undeadened' easily ranks among Skelton's finest work." -Anthony D'Amico
Beatriz Ferreyra, "Echos +" (Room40)
Windy & Carl, "Allegiance and Conviction" (Kranky)
"Easily one of my top choices of the year." - Jon Whitney
Jesu, "Terminus" (Avalanche)
"I think this may be the best release of the more recent Jesu work. Not overly electronic, but not metal enough to infringe on Justin Broadrick's Godflesh work, it stands strongly on its own. It also features the clearest evidence of Broadrick's post-punk influences, with some of these songs recalling the Cure's earliest (and best) material." - Creaig Dunton
Sarah Davachi, "Figures In Open Air" (Late Music)
Belbury Poly, "The Gone Away" (Ghost Box)
Bohren & der Club of Gore, "Patchouli Blue" (Ipecac)
"Filipe's powerful percussive rhthyms added a deeply tribal feel to the tripped out Gnod sounds. It is indeed great, but found it surprising it ranked as high as it did. Praise Gnod." -Eve McGivern
Andrew Chalk, "Incidental Music" (Faraway Press)
"Collecting Andrew Chalk music has historically been difficult on the wallet but fortunately with Bandcamp, however Incidental Music is easily more essential than incidental." - Jon Whitney
Noveller, "Arrow" (Ba Da Bing!)
"Not a bad ranking for this one, but not truly indicative of one of the most gorgeous releases of 2020." - Eve McGivern
"I have no grievance with this album, but I was surprised that it did not feature at least one song that instantly struck me as impossibly great, given Sarah Lipstate's stellar track record in that regard. I guess she was in 'album mode' rather than 'single mode' this time around." -Anthony D'Amico
Current 93, "If A Star Turns Into Ashes" (The Spheres)
Edward Ka-Spel, "Angel Trombones" ([self-released])
"Atkinson just keeps quietly releasing one fascinating album after another. This one felt like a portal into a mysterious subconscious oasis of floating memory fragments. Also, 'Don't Assume' is wonderfully creepy and unsettling." -Anthony D'Amico
OOIOO, "Nijimusi" (Thrill Jockey)
CS + Kreme, "Snoopy" (The Trilogy Tapes)
Daniel Avery & Alessandro Cortini, "Illusion Of Time" (Phantasy Sound / Mute)
Beatriz Ferreyra, "Huellas Entreveradas" (Persistence of Sound)
Matmos, "The Consuming Flame" (Thrill Jockey)
Four Tet, "Sixteen Oceans" (Text)
"Another gorgeous entry into the Four Tet catalog. A shining achievement." - Eve McGivern
Bob Mould, "Blue Hearts" (Merge)
"Another album that fit right in with all the anger and pain 2020 gave us." - Jon Whitney
"Another album that deserved to be ranked higher in the list. An absolutely soul-bearing raw rock statement." -Eve McGivern
Juliana Barwick, "Healing is a Miracle" (Ninja Tune)
Christina Vantzou, "Multi Natural" (Edições CN)
Joseph Allred, "The True Light" (Meliphoric)
"If there was any benefit to a miserable year of lock down, it was the volume of beautiful music that came from the insanely prolific and talented Joseph Allred's fingers.
The Soft Pink Truth, "Shall We Go On Sinning So That Grace May Increase?" (Thrill Jockey)
"The standout of several albums from 2020 which make me wish I still had a bath. In fact, I don't even need a bath to luxuriate in the warmth of this embrace. Descriptors such as "ambient' or "minimal" and "house" are apt, but the choices of instrumentation and the subtle variety of flickering and enveloping textures make this a healing, almost rebirthing, experience." - Duncan Edwards
Sarah Davachi, "Five Cadences" ([self-released])
Actress, "Karma & Desire" (Ninja Tune)
"The full album did not leave a particularly deep impression on me, but it probably would have been among my favorites of the year if every song had been like 'Angels Pharmacy.'" -Anthony D'Amico
Franck Vigroux, "Ballades sur lac gelé" (Raster)
X, "Alphabetland" (Fat Possum)
"Another perfect angry rock album that 2020 begged for." - Jon Whitney
Jim White and Marisa Anderson, "Jim White and Marisa Anderson" (Thrill Jockey)
Laraaji, "Moon Piano" (All Saints)
Laraaji, "Sun Piano" (All Saints)
"A pleasant and unexpected turn, I first thought Sun Piano was going to be part of the Sun-themed releases over the last few years, however it began an entirely new and marvelous piano trilogy which ended with the EP Through Luminous Eyes." - Jon Whitney
Regis, "Hidden In This Is The Light That You Miss" (Downwards)
"My most played rock album of 2020." - Jon Whitney
"What an incredible slab of classic post-punk sound." -Eve McGivern
Joseph Allred, "On Whatever Ground" (Meliphoric)
JK Flesh vs Echologist, "Echology Vol 1" ([self-released])
Teleplasmiste, "To Kiss Earth Goodbye" (House of Mythology)
David Toop, "Apparition Paintings" (Room40)
Sarah Davachi, "Gathers" (Boomkat Editions)
Jim O'Rourke, "Shutting Down Here" (SN Variations)
The Psychedelic Furs, "Made of Rain" (Cooking Vinyl)
JK Flesh, "Depersonalization" (Hospital)
Richard Skelton, "Lastglacialmaximum" (Corbel Stone Press)
Pinkcourtesyphone, "Leaving Everything To Be Desired" (Room40)
Rival Consoles, "Articulation" (Erased Tapes)
Howard Stelzer, "Invariably Falling Forward, Into the Thickets of Closure" (No Rent)
"Three packed CDs of new material from one of the masters of contemporary cassette manipulation. Howie's work is always so varied and diverse, and this is no exception. Excellent set." - Creaig Dunton
"An epic album that I always knew Stelzer had in him. It is a truly remarkable piece of work." - Jon Whitney
Ulver, "Flowers of Evil" (House of Mythology)
Black To Comm, "A C of M" (Cellule 75)
Six Organs of Admittance, "Companion Rises" (Drag City)
Robert Haigh, "Black Sarabande" (Unseen Worlds)
"Given the subject matter, this is an appropriately slightly harder-edged and darker recording than Haigh's "Creatures of The Deep" but every bit as precise and mournful." - Duncan Edwards
Big Blood, "Do You Wanna Have a Skeleton Dream?" (Feeding Tube)
"Big Blood made their formal debut as a trio with an entertainingly eccentric homage to '60s 'girl groups.' I did not love this album quite as much as their usual oft-brilliant fare, but it is certainly a fun one-off. And 'Heaven or South Portland' probably would have been a highlight on any Big Blood album. Consistently one of the most compelling projects around, as far as I am concerned." - Anthony D’Amico
"They're like a hit factory from a parallel universe." - Jon Whitney
Midwife, "Forever" (The Flenser)
"WHY IS THIS SO GODDAMN FAR DOWN THE LIST?!?!" (hurls computer out window, starts smashing all the furniture in the room) -Anthony D'Amico
"I don't get it either, this is one of my top listened to albums of the year too." - Jon Whitney
Clipping, "Visions of Bodies Being Burned" (Sub Pop)
"I came to know the beast that is clipping. late in the game this year. This amazing blend of genres won me over, expanded my musical circle, and drove me to seek out the rest of their catalog. Incredible output year after year, I hope their musical reach expands to a wider audience." -Eve McGivern
Okkyung Lee, "Yeo-Neun" (Shelter Press)
"A solid balance of traditional form and creative exploration gives this music the airy balance and restrained power found in chamber music. On this form I'd trust Okkyung Lee with a scalpel, never mind a cello bow." -Duncan Edwards
Golden Retriever and Chuck Johnson, "Rain Shadow" (Thrill Jockey)
Vladislav Delay, "Rakka" (Cosmo Rhythmatic)
Joseph Allred, "Traveler" (Feeding Tube)
KMRU, "Saal" ([self-released])
Mint Field, "Sentimiento Mundial" (Felte)
Tara Jane O'Neil, "Songs for Peacock" (Orindal)
Throwing Muses, "Sun Racket" (Fire)
Wrangler, "A Situation" (Bella Union)
Helen Money, "Atomic" (Thrill Jockey)
TALsounds, "Acquiesce" (NNA Tapes)
"One of my top choices for album of the year, it's a fantastic album." - Jon Whitney
Protomartyr, "Ultimate Succes Today" (Domino)
Ben Chatwin, "The Hum" (Village Green)
Sir Richard Bishop, "Oneiric Formulary" (Drag City)
Eleh, "Home Age" (Important)
Jeff Parker, "Suite for Max Brown" (International Anthem)
"For this tribute to his mother, Parker conjures a great balance of drum loops and guitar improvisation. A blend of machine and human elements which avoids over-sentimentality but retains love. - Duncan Edwards
Simon Scott, "Apart" (12k)
Single of the Year
Ike Yard, "Night After Night" (Superior Viaduct)
“Not quite as revelatory as the LP that was also reissued this year, but still cool as hell. And—unlike the LP—this release was largely unheard before its reissue. My six-year-old self really should have been much more focused on hunting down Belgian import vinyl in 1981." - Anthony D'Amico
The Legendary Pink Dots, "The Legendary Pink Dots Hallowe'en Special 2020" ([self-released])
Edward Ka-Spel, "Splendid Isolation (Day 1)" ([self-released])
Edward Ka-Spel, "Splendid Isolation Chapter 2" ([self-released])
Jesu, "Never" (Avalanche)
"This one was a bit hit and miss for me, and some of it overlaps heavily with the Pale Sketcher vibe (although I am not sure if that project is dead or not). Good, but Terminus was the winner." - Creaig Dunton
Alva Noto, "A Forest" (Noton)
Panasonic, "Zoviet France / Muslimgauze remixes" (Sähkö)
Four Tet, "Baby" (Text)
Laraaji, "Through Luminous Eyes" (All Saints)
Klara Lewis, "Ingrid" (Editions Mego)
"I've always found Lewis's work compelling, but this EP still totally blindsided me. Smoldering, eerie, and mesmerizing perfection." -Anthony D'Amico
Pye Corner Audio, "Where Things Are Hollow 2" (Lapsus)
Future Museums, "Leaving the Vessel" (Holodeck)
Michael C. Sharp, "Motor Pt. 2: White Lines" (Holodeck)
Public Memory, "Illusion of Choice" (felte)
"I was sad to see Ripped Apparition didn't make the top 100 in the list, but am happy the Single of the Year category. Robert Toher continues to create gorgeous ethereal works in any of his incarnations." - Eve McGivern
Angel Bat Dawid, "Transition East" (International Anthem)
SPC ECO, "11月EP November EP" ([self-released])
Mary Lattimore, "Hold Your Breath" ([self-released])
Mary Lattimore, "We Wave From Our Boats" ([self-released])
Big Joanie, "Cranes in the Sky b/w It's You" (Third Man)
KMRU, "Drawing Water" ([self-released])
Craven Faults, "Enclosures" (Leaf)
HTRK, "ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪ *・゚✧ ✧゚*ヽReal Headfuck ♪ *♪ Reverse Déjà Vu *:・゚" ([self-released])
Celer, "As It Grows, It Dies" (Two Acorns)
Celer, "Up Here Without You" (Two Acorns)
Marisa Anderson & Tara Jane O'Neil, "You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To" (Jealous Butcher)
Vault/Reissue of the Year
Coil, "Musick to Play in the Dark, Vol. 1" (Dais)
Swans, "Children of God" (Young God)
Current 93, "Sleep Has His House" (House of Mythology)
Nurse With Wound, "Rock 'N Roll Station" (Abstrakce)
Nurse With Wound, "To the Quiet Men from the Tiny Girl" (United Dirter)
Nurse With Wound, "Merzbild Schwet" (United Dirter)
"Examples of perfect reissues: faithfully restored artwork, no additional gimmicky new label logos, replica inserts, and excellent sound." - Jon Whitney
Ike Yard, "Ike Yard" (Superior Viaduct)
"Now that I have listened to this album a lot, I believe a strong case could be made that Ike Yard may have secretly been the best band on Factory Records. I'd personally still give Joy Division/New Order the edge (better songs), but Ike Yard were inarguably years ahead of all their peers in terms of sheer vision. This is a legitimate classic." - Anthony D'Amico
"^^^ What he said." - Eve McGivern
Diamanda Galás, "The Litanies of Satan" (Intravenal Sound Operations)
The Legendary Pink Dots, "Kleine Krieg" (Klanggalerie)
Wire, "10:20" (Pink Flag)
"The first half, previously released on the limited Strays EP was strong to begin with, but the additional four songs are excellent in their own right. 'Art of Persistance' was great to begin with on one of those ultra-limited 2000 reform era releases, and I was pleasantly shocked to hear Manscape represented in a reworked 'Small Black Reptile.'" -Creaig Dunton
Bourbonese Qualk, "Hope" (Klanggalerie)
"I sincerely doubt reissuing Bourbonese Qualk albums is a lucrative endeavor, but I am thrilled that Klanggalerie is doing it. Such an intermittently fascinating and underappreciated project. Their discography is definitely a wildly uneven one, but there are a plenty of gems lurking in it for those inclined to dig. I can easily think of several revered post-punk bands that were far less adventurous and compelling than these guys." -Anthony D'Amico
The Legendary Pink Dots, "Festive 2" ([self-released])
Nurse With Wound, "Trippin' Musik" (United Dirter)
Mirror, "Some Days It Rains All Night" (La Scie Dorée)
Pale Saints, "The Comforts Of Madness 30th Anniversary Re:Masters" (4AD)
Pale Saints, "Mrs. Dolphin" (4AD)
Panasonic, "Zoviet France / Muslimgauze remixes" (Sähkö)
Big Blood, "Dark Country Magic" (Feeding Tube/Cardinal Fuzz)
Valium Aggelein, "Black Moon" (Numero Group)
Stephen Mallinder, "Pow Wow" (Suction)
Various Artist Compilation of the Year
"A Little Night Music: Aural Apparitions from the Geographic North" (Geographic North)
"Geographic North put so much (fiendish) care and (diabolical) thought into curating and sequencing their Halloween albums. I am not at all surprised that this is at the top." - Anthony D'Amico
"Deutsche Elektronische Musik 4: Experimental German Rock And Electronic Music 1971 - 1983" (Soul Jazz)
"A fantastic series that continues to mine German rock and electronic history, perfect for musical purveyors of all knowledge levels, a perfect mix of both well-known and more obscure artists." - Eve McGivern
"Love In The Time Of Covid" (Veni Versus)
"From Brussels with Love" (Les Disques Du Crépuscule)
"A worthy reissue of a classic compilation." - Eve McGivern
"Anthology of Persian Experimental Music Vol. II" (Unexplained Sounds Group)
"Anthology of Contemporary Music From Indonesia" (Unexplained Sounds Group)
"Anthology of Experimental Music from Mexico" (Unexplained Sounds Group)
"Anthology of Post Industrial Music From Balkan Region" (Unexplained Sounds Group)
"Unexplained Sounds Group continue to astound me, putting out stellar material that breaks musical and cultural boundaries. I can't wait to see what they do for 2021." - Eve McGivern
"My roommate turned me onto this, and I have to say it was a delight." - Eve McGivern
"Vanity Box I" (Kyou)
"Good luck getting your hands on one of these!" - Jon Whitney
"Eilean 100" (Eilean)
"A wonderful swan song for a great label. Almost every time I listen to this, I find a new album that I simultaneously want immediately and feel like a total chump for sleeping on." -Anthony D'Amico
"Brown Acid - The Eleventh Trip" (Ridingeasy)
"Interstellar Funk Presents Artificial Dancers: Waves Of Synth" (Rush Hour)
"I feel like a goddamn broken record saying the same thing every year, but I'll say it again: every single Analog Africa compilation in recent memory has been an absolute delight." -Anthony D'Amico
"Pirate's Choice 2" (Studio One/Yep Roc/Rock a Shacka)
"I was not really expecting a second volume, given that it has been roughly forty years since the first one dropped, so this was quite a pleasant surprise. Pretty sure I will spend my entire life constantly finding classic Studio One songs that I didn't know existed." -Anthony D'Amico
"Particle Count" (Room40)
"Psi-Solation - A Global Compilation Of Music Made In Lockdown" (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon)
"A Bloxham Christmas" (Bloxham Tapes)
"Going to Georgia" (Merge)
"Tokyo Dreaming" (We Want Sounds)
Boxed Set of the Year
Einstürzende Neubauten, "Phase IV: The Box Set" (Potomak)
Zoviet France, "Châsse 2ᵉ" (Vinyl-on-Demand)
"Predictably, I frantically ordered this as soon as it was announced, but still haven't listened to it because I am rarely near my record player and I have been regularly listening to most of these albums for like twenty years already. I'm damn glad that this exists, but I mostly just want all the good Zoviet France albums to be widely available and affordable." - Anthony D'Amico
African Head Charge, "Drumming Is A Language 1990 - 2011" (On-U Sound)
No Trend, "Teen Love / Too Many Humans" (Drag City)
Sun Ra, "Egypt 1971" (Strut)
Gang of Four, "77-81" (Matador)
Robbie Basho, "Song of the Avatars: The Lost Master Tapes" (Tompkins Square)
Global Communication, "Transmissions" (Evolution)
The Residents, "Cube-E: The History Of American Music In 3 E-Z Pieces" (Cryptic Corporation)
Celer, "Future Predictions" (Two Acorns)
"As someone who very much appreciates the hypnotic beauty of a perfectly crafted loop, I played this album to death this year. Definitely one of my favorite Celer releases ever." -Anthony D'Amico
King Crimson, "The Complete 1969 Recordings" (Discipline Global Mobile)
"Already having the 40th Anniversary boxed edition of In the Court of the Crimson King, did I really need this as well? Nope. Did I still buy it? Yep." - Creaig Dunton
The Magnetic Fields, "Quickies" (Merge)
Bob Mould, "Distortion: 1989-2019" (Edsel)
Loop, "Sevens" (Reactor)
Pole, "1 2 2003" (Mute)
Pylon, "Box" (New West)
The Primitives, "Bloom! The Full Story 1985-1992" (Cherry Red)
Ulrich Schnauss, "Now Is A Timeless Present - A Retrospective" (Scripted Realities)
Merzbow, "Laptop Noise" (Slowdown)
Merzbow, "Dadarottenvator" (Urashima)
Merzbow, "Go Vegan" (Slowdown)
Artist of the Year
Edward Ka-Spel "Isolation and lockdown kept EKS insanely prolific with some of the best releases this year." - Jon Whitney
SPC ECO
"Another example of a prolific act during lockdown and isolation, the duo of Dean Garcia (formerly of Curve) and Rose Berlin issued EPs on the first of every month with the exception of one LP and another soundtrack. Perhaps it wasn't popular enough to chart with the readers but the volume of material was sufficient enough to earn the numeric at to this point." - Jon Whitney
KMRU
Sarah Davachi
Joseph Allred
Mary Lattimore
Einstürzende Neubauten
Celer
The Legendary Pink Dots
Cabaret Voltaire
Label of the Year
Thrill Jockey
Kranky
Editions Mego
Room40
Dais
Drag City
House of Mythology
Mute
United Dirter
Superior Viaduct
New Artist of the Year
KMRU
"Although technically his debut EP was self-released in 2019, 2020 was notably the breakthrough year Nairobi-born sound artist/DJ/producer Joseph Kamaru. Currently resising in Berlin, he released three excellent full-length LPs on the Editions Mego, Seil, and Dagoretti labels as well as an astounding amount of self-issued music through his own Bandcamp site. Much of it is currently available at a name-your-price feature and is well-deserving of the attention." - Jon Whitney
Lifetime Achievement Recognition
Cabaret Voltaire
"While the name Cabaret Voltaire is currently only in use by Richard H. Kirk, all three original members continue to have a significant effect on music over four decades after they began. Stephen Mallinder remains quite active with solo releases while being a current member of the groups Wrangler and Creep Show while Chris Watson, also with an active career as a solo artist, is one of the world's leading recorders of wildlife and nature, and has received multiple awards for his sound work." - Jon Whitney
"Of those early bands that became synonymous with industrial music, Cabaret Voltaire had not only the longest, but also the most diverse career. From early electronic improvisations to bleak funk, then setting the foundation for EBM and ambient techno, their influence is unquestionable. Even into their solo careers, with Richard H. Kirk's seemingly infinite pseudonyms, Stephen Mallinder's work both in collaborations and alone, and Chris Watson's lauded field recordings and his early work as part of the Hafler Trio, all three continue to innovate. With Kirk's reactivation of the moniker and an excellent album in 2020, and promises of more to come, it is the perfect opportunity to recognize Cabaret Voltaire." - Creaig Dunton
"Cabaret Voltaire has had a significant impact on the outer reaches of electronic music for over 40 years, hugely influential to a vast swath of like-minded musicians, serving as a beacon to the far reaches of turntablism, field sounds, and tape manipulation. The individuals -- whether as Cabaret Voltaire, solo, or as part of a myriad of side projects -- have never shied away from conveying uneasy messages through these sound vehicles, and each member continues to practice their craft to this day. Each member had a release in 2020, with Cabaret Voltaire and Wrangler both in this year’s Brainwashed poll. With Shadow of Fear landing the top spot of Album of the Year, it stands as a vital testament to the rollercoaster of 2020, proof that Cabaret Voltaire’s sound messages continue to matter." - Eve McGivern
"Cabaret Voltaire and I got off to an extremely bad start, as my first exposure to them was an improbable haul of 'industrial tapes' I found at a flea market as a teen. As soon as I got home, I excitedly put a CV tape in my deck expecting something akin to Skinny Puppy, Throbbing Gristle, or Coil...and I got some kind of clunky electro-funk instead. I instantly decided that I intensely hated Cabaret Voltaire. My hostility was then rekindled a few years later when I lived with someone who would constantly play their early '90s techno albums. Then I heard The Conversation and 'Project 80' has been one of my favorite songs ever since. Unsurprisingly, I have since found several other great Cabaret Voltaire albums to enjoy, but their larger achievement lies in somehow being a ubiquitous presence in seemingly every phase of my personal musical evolution and how all three original members have continued to fitfully release compelling albums in various incarnations for more than four decades. I suppose there is some small element of nostalgia involved, but I still genuinely want to hear whatever Chris Watson, Richard Kirk, and Stephen Mallinder are up to in 2020. Sometimes I am admittedly disappointed, yet not a single member of that band has ever stopped being a viable creative force capable of releasing a legitimately good and relevant new album." - Anthony D'Amico
Honorable mentions:
Simeon
"Simeon was unquestionably one of the greatest (if woefully underappreciated) iconoclasts to emerge from an era that was absolutely teeming with radical ideas, radical culture, and iconic figures (the late '60s). Even now, the first Silver Apples albums still sound like they were made by an alien who had rock music explained to them with some EXTREMELY crucial details left out (what do you sing about? which instruments are acceptable?). And he built his own weird and complicated instrument to do it (he was totally the Rube Goldberg of the avant-garde). I also love that he managed to accidentally destroy his own band (and arguably their record label) by subversively putting a crashing plane on the back of an album that was bizarrely sponsored by Pan Am. Obviously, the aftermath of that was not great for anyone, but that does not make it any less punk as fuck (and years before punk even really existed). Plenty of artists can be reasonably described as singular or unique, yet Simeon was truly on another plane altogether, embarking an a strange and entirely new path that absolutely no one could possibly follow (though still inspiring plenty of other great artists along the way). I definitely wish the Silver Apples story had been a happier one, but Simeon was (and is) a true outsider hero." - Anthony D'Amico
"It seems medically impossible (or at least improbable) that a human who suffered as many electric shocks from his own engeineered gear continued to be a creative force well into his 80s. On top of the legendary recordings that continue to sound fresh and have a resounding influence over a half century later, he was an absolutely wonderful gentleman and a pleasure to work with and see perform." - Jon Whitney
Harold Budd
"If someone wrote Harold Budd's life story as the plot of a novel or a film script, it would seem so crazily improbable that it would be rejected instantly: he started as a drummer...then got drafted and wound up in an army band with Albert Ayler...then he was briefly a cowboy...then he went to a community college for architecture until a teacher talked him into studying music...then he started teaching at CalArts...then became a significant figure in the LA avant-garde scene...and then decided that none of it was for him at all and abandoned composing altogether.
A few years later, he started writing music in a completely different vein, Gavin Bryars fatefully shared one of those newer compositions with Brian Eno, and a life-changing collaboration was born. I played those Budd/Eno albums quite a lot in my twenties and I still think they are great, yet Budd's life and trajectory amount to much more than a handful of beloved albums. Few artists have even a fraction of Budd's integrity, persistence, and vision, as he walked away from quite a promising life to focus for decades on making gentle, impressionistic piano music that went completely against the cultural tide (and basically pioneered a new playing technique to do it). He may have departed the physical realm this year, but he remains a legitimately inspiring figure (and his work remains instantly recognizable, which is no small feat for a pianist)." - Anthony D'Amico
This is the debut album from a "network of New England string pluckers, organ drivers and bell ringers" centered around composer/pedal steel guitarist Henry Birdsey. This is my first real encounter with Birdsey's work, though I was vaguely aware of his duo Tongue Depressor with Crazy Doberman's Zach Rowdan. While I do not get the usual otherworldly "Just Intonation" vibe from Country Tropics' buzzing and layered harmonies, unconventional tunings have historically been a central theme in Birdsey's work, so that may be an element here too. Then again, Old Saw seems like a very different project than Birdsey's usual fare in one very significant way, as Country Tropics is billed as a unique strain of devotional music. I believe it is a secular one, however, as the album description claims "Old Saw points our gaze downward towards the terrafirma unconsidered, and guides our hands into the dirt" rather than towards a "fantastical, celestial vision of understanding." Regardless of their inspirations, Old Saw is an ensemble like no other, approximating a rustic drone or free folk ensemble like Pelt or Vibracathedral Orchestra in an especially warm and transcendent mood (albeit not so warm and transcendent as to preclude some welcome sharp edges, shadows of dissonance, and heavy buzzing strings). This is quite an excellent and unique album.
Aside from the strangely beautiful and poetic cover art of a dirt bike soaring over the clouds, Country Tropics is the sort of album that could easily be mistaken for an old private press release from a rural religious commune. I would definitely find it challenging to guess where that commune was located, however, as the vibe feels like a quaint, historic small New England town was dropped onto a sundappled Pacific coast. Regardless of where that hypothetical commune is based, Old Saw seem to be channeling something beautiful and magical in a way that is quite singular, as these four drone reveries feel simultaneously dreamlike, homespun, and earthy. Knowing that Birdsey is a serious avant-garde composer helps explain how the album ultimately turned out so texturally compelling and languorously hallucinatory, but it also feels like he consciously set out to make something pure, semi-traditional, and organically collaborative. This is kind of a "best of both worlds" situation, as the compositions themselves are simple, beautiful, and devoid of self-conscious artiness, yet they definitely sound like they were ultimately produced by someone who knows how to craft richly textured and harmonically interesting sound art.
Each of the four pieces is quite lovely in its own way, but the first two feel like the most gorgeous incarnations of Old Saw's devotional dreamscapes of bygone Americana. I honestly do not know how the ensemble conjured the buzzing backing drones for the opening "Dead Creek Drawl," as none of the instruments I think I hear (shruti box, tampura) are listed in the credits, but it all certainly sounds great nonetheless. As the piece unfolds, however, the gently churning and buzzing acoustic drones are subtly enhanced with rippling banjo arpeggios, woozily sliding pedal steel, moaning strings, and fleeting glimpses of a very cool guitar motif. The piece has a very unhurried and meditative feel that suits it well, as I do not feel like Old Saw are headed toward a destination so much as fading in and out of focus from a place of sublime bliss that I am quite content to linger in. "The Mechanical Bull at Our Lady of the Valley" initially has a more propulsive feel due to Harper Reed's rapidly rippling nylon string arpeggios, but otherwise sticks to roughly the same territory as its predecessor until some inspired new elements creep into the reverie, as it feels like someone starts prying the top off a Pandora's Box of subtle and warm psych textures (flickers of backwards melodies, twinkling and clanging bells, etc.). The remaining two pieces are cut from roughly the same cloth, which is just fine by me, as the real magic of Country Tropics is that Old Saw manage to cast and sustain a mesmerizing and immersive spell of soulful, subtly hallucinatory tranquility for nearly forty minutes. This is a quiet and modest masterpiece—the kind of album that I wish I could live inside.
Past experience has taught me not to get too excited about promising-sounding collaborations between great artists, but the allure of this particular project was admittedly damn hard to resist: Body/Head is consistently the most provocative and intense of Sonic Youth's descendants and Aaron Dilloway seems absolutely incapable of releasing a disappointing album these days. Still, there is never any way to predict which threads will assert their dominance when distinctive visions collide, so there are a number of possible shapes that this album could have taken. To my ears, it is Dilloway's broken, murky, and obsessively looping aesthetic that mostly steers the ship, but the balance between the three artists is sufficiently unpredictable and shifting to make this trio feel like something quite different from either Dilloway's solo work or past Body/Head releases. Matt Krefting already did a fine job of summarizing the trio's shared vision with "over and over one gets the sense that the music is trying to wake itself from a dream," but it is also more than that, as this trio have a real knack for slowly transforming gnarled and challenging introductory themes into unexpected passages of sublime beauty.
The album is comprised of two longform pieces separated by a shorter piece ("Goin' Down") and each one feels like a different direction or even an entirely different band. In fact, the album art does a remarkably great job at conveying what the music is like: a handful of recognizable elements chopped up and re-assembled into a nearly unrecognizable abstraction. The opening "Body/Erase" is the most "Dilloway" of the three songs, as it features a long, slow fade in of subtly oscillating drone and warped tape warbles that feel like an unsettling dream where conversations are slowed and smeared into something inscrutable and vaguely sinister. Gradually, the gnarled tape loop fragment become more frequent and violent, blossoming into a jabbering, splattering phantasmagoria that starts to become even more unhinged shortly after the nine-minute mark with the appearance of an ugly repeating buzz and an insistent pedal tone from Nace's guitar. Once all the elements are in place, "Body/Erase" becomes a massive, seething juggernaut of layered cacophony.
In the wake of that slow-burning tour de force, some more recognizable and expected elements surface with "Goin' Down," which initially sounds like a classic Sonic Youth single that has been stretched and deconstructed into abstraction. I dig the repeating howl of warbling guitar noise, but the real payoff is the squelching, wobbly, and ruined reverie of the final minute. The album then ends with its wildest, most go-for-broke piece, as the shapeshifting 13-minute epic "Secret Cuts" alternately sounds like the slow boinging of a massive cosmic spring, a noise guitar show frozen in looping suspended animation, and the hushed voice of an angel speaking from inside my head ("do you want?" is the only phrase that I can reliably make out). Some of the transitions between segments can be a little jarring (purposely, I presume), but all of the segments themselves are compelling and lead to a lovely set piece of warm, swelling drones and flickering voice fragments. It is damn lovely while it lasts, but an earlier noise guitar motif unexpectedly claws its way back from the grave to end the piece on an ugly, gnarled note. I cannot say that I am particularly surprised that Nace and Gordon were so game to let Dilloway drag their vision through a meat grinder or that the end result was so good, yet I was legitimately caught off guard by the ephemeral oases of beauty that occasionally surface. While this can admittedly be a prickly, difficult, and potentially room-clearing album at times, it is also a singular and unusually memorable release for all involved (no mean feat, given the massive, highlight-filled discography of the trio).
This bombshell release is the first album from Nigerian sound and installation artist Emeka Ogboh, but it sounds like the assured work of killer dub techno producer at the height of their powers. On its surface, Beyond The Yellow Haze admittedly (and probably unintentionally) shares a lot of common ground with prime Muslimgauze, as a central theme of Ogboh's art is his passion for capturing the ambient city sounds of Lagos. Consequently, these five pieces are nicely enhanced with layers of street noise, conversations, and passing snatches of melody, yet Beyond The Yellow Haze is primarily a great album because Ogboh is a goddamn wizard at crafting heavy, shape-shifting grooves with elegant dubwise percussion flourishes. I suppose the beats also creep into Muslimgauze territory at times, as Ogboh is similarly quite fond of slow and hypnotic grooves flavored with African and Arabic rhythms, yet the two artists differ dramatically when it comes to focus and exacting execution (among other things), as nearly every song here is a flawless diamond of immersively layered textures, slow-burning dynamic transformation, and crunching physicality. This is probably the strongest beat-driven album that I have heard all year, debut or otherwise.
This is technically a reissue, as the album first surfaced as a limited vinyl release of 150 hand-numbered copies as part of Ogboh's 2018 exhibition at Galerie Imane Farès in Paris. I suspect very few people outside the visual art world noticed or heard that initial release, however, so it is a minor miracle that Berlin's influential Ostgut Ton picked up the baton to give Beyond The Yellow Haze a well-deserved second chance to make an impact three years later. It certainly made an impact on me within its first minute, as "Lekki Aiah Freeway" is a feast of deep dubby grooves, stuttering woodblock flourishes, and dreamlike rave pads. The ghostly synth bits quite beautiful and unexpected, but they are also basically just icing on an already perfect cake: I could listen to Ogboh build and dismantle a beat all goddamn day.
Unsurprisingly, an opening salvo that resembles a giant woodpecker stomping his way Godzilla-style through crowded Lagos streets on his way to the club is quite hard to top, yet Ogboh nevertheless manages to surpass that killer opener at least once with "Everydaywehustlin" (and arguably a second time with the more ambient-inspired "Palm Groove").  In a rough sense, "Everydaywehustlin" is quite similar to "Lekki Aiah Freeway," but with the beautiful synth pads mostly swapped out for layers of street noise and voices. As far as I am concerned, however, the salient point is that "Everydaywehustlin" is a monster groove for the ages, as it sounds like a great Muslimgauze album and a chopped & screwed Notorious B.I.G. tape crash landed in the middle of a busy Lagos street (and the woodpecker is back too). It is, quite simply, an endlessly shifting juggernaut of industrial-damaged heavy dub brilliance. The album's other beat-driven piece ("Danfo Mellow") does not quite hit as hard for me, as a gently burbling synth motif is entrusted with a bit too much heavy lifting, but it may be a good entry point for those looking for a bit melody in the balance. The album's final major piece, "Palm Grove," unexpectedly abandons drums entirely in favor of bleary, rainswept ambiance that evokes a sensual, hallucinatory, and neon-soaked tour of late-night Lagos streets experienced through the window of a slow-moving cab. Remarkably, even the extremely brief "Outro" that concludes album is kind of great, as Ogboh manages to turn 90 seconds of finger bells and distant street noise into an immersive and gently psychotropic reverie. To my ears, this album is at worst two or three instant classics in the span of just five songs, but it comes extremely damn close to being a wall-to-wall tour de force.
Robert Ashley’s enigmatic opera of interrogation was frequently performed between 1987 and 1993, and a previous recording was released on Lovely Music in 1994. The cast of a 2021 production in Roulette, Brooklyn, are featured on this new rendition, with Kayleigh Butcher, as The Agent, and Brian McCorkle, Bonnie Lander, Paul Pinto as Interrogators #1, 2, and 3. Above and beyond Ashley’s melodies, each participant singer is assigned their own distinct pitch around which they improvise vocal inflections to portray intent and meaning. eL/Aficionado displays the compelling depth of Ashley’s dazzlingly creativity, which is somewhere on a line leading from Edward Hopper and Samuel Beckett to Laurie Anderson and Len Jenkin.
This piece has a clarity of enunciation and easy pace (Ashley favored 79 beats per minute) which gives it a hypnotic and relaxed feel. Yet it is also a work of complexity and intensity which sustains interest over repeated listens. I recommend a least four or five o really get into it. I love the way the language of personal ads and descriptions of real estate heighten the atmosphere of double meaning. These could be coded assignments, perhaps target subjects for The Agent detailing their locations and plans of their residences to aid home invasion, snooping, or worse. The singing and narration are mostly not easily identified as operatic in the classic sense, but they establish the necessary mood. The use of synths adds to the sense of a Kafkaesque trial in a dream landscape. I am reminded of an excellent presentation by Matmos of Ashley’s Private Lives at a festival in Knoxville in 2017, where I nodded off briefly at one point but awoke quite confident that, given the use of repetition and the skillfully disguised material, I had not missed a vital clue. The hypnotic mood of eL/Aficionado is similar; as meaning goes in and out of focus, reassuring voices become sinister, and whispers mislead or give helpful prompts. Yet repeat listens offer up some real jewels, for example the meaning (in The Agent’s department) of the word “brother” and the reference to a “time displacement exercise” and information which must be taken "to the grave." Part gumshoe exit interview, part meditation on the way artists interpret (and alter) their surroundings, part comment on the universality of double lives, part snapshot of the shifting reliability of memory, part critique of society as spectacle; eL/Aficionado is as mysterious and life-enhancing as spending purgatory unable to leave the grounds of the Getty museum because you lost your companion and forgot where you parked.
This collection, which I hereby deem an instant Sublime Frequencies classic, is devoted entirely to the long-unheard and elusive discography of one of the most magnetic singers of Saigon's "golden music" age. Part of the reason why Ph∆∞∆°ng T√¢m's work has languished in undeserved semi-obscurity is grimly predictable, as most of her music was destroyed during Vietnam's great purge of American-influenced culture in 1975, but T√¢m also abruptly ended her singing career in her prime to pursue forbidden love instead (an acceptably cool reason, I feel). According to her daughter Hannah H√†, Phương Tâm remained something of a highly localized karaoke supernova in the years since her stardom days, but H√† did not discover how truly famous her mom actually was until late 2019. One thing led to another and H√† found Mark Gergis after discovering his beloved Saigon Rock and Soul compilation. Gergis and a handful of like-minded crate-digging luminaries then set about tracking down as much of Ph∆∞∆°ng T√¢m's rare and often mistakenly attributed oeuvre as they could find, much of which even T√¢m herself had not heard since the recording sessions. While the journey to this album is undeniably a fascinating and heart-warming one, the best part is the songs themselves, as this album is a treasure trove of fun, soulful, and sexy genre-blurring gems from the golden age of swinging Saigon nightlife. Moreover, I was legitimately gobsmacked to learn that these songs were all recorded by the same person in such a brief span, as T√¢m channels everything from Brenda Lee to Ella Fitzgerald to the kind of impossibly cool, sexy, and ahead-of-their-time numbers that feel like would-be highlights from Lux Interior and Poison Ivy‚Äôs oft-anthologized record collection.
This unique debut album is definitely one of the year's most pleasant surprises, as art/music journalist Kretowicz assembled a bevy of talented collaborators to craft a poignant and subtly hallucinatory tour de force of autofiction-based sound art. While some of the people involved (Mica Levi, Tirzah, etc.) certainly enhance the initial allure of I hate it here, it is a great challenge to focus on anything other than Kretowicz's sardonic, time-bending narrative as soon as she opens her mouth and things gets rolling. Thematically, the album is billed as a "psychedelic audio narrative" that "wanders through a layered and multi-dimensional notion of existence as suffering," which mostly feels apt, yet it fails to convey how truly charming and blackly funny wandering through that notion with Kretowicz can be. More importantly, this is the rare spoken word album that remains compelling beyond the first listen, as the combination of Kretowicz's deadpan, accented voice and the sound collage talents of felicita & Ben Babbitt make it an absorbing delight long after the meaning and impact of Kretowicz's words dissipate into more abstract and nuanced pleasures like texture and feeling. To my ears, this is one of the most inspired, immersive, and memorable albums of the year.
The album has the feel of a radio play, as it is centered primarily upon Kretowicz's recounting of a few significant events from her life, but her monologue is fleshed out with other voices, subtle ambient colorings, field recordings, and several surreal intrusions from scene-appropriate songs (such as Polish disco, for example). There is also a bittersweetly lovely piano theme that recurs at key moments throughout the piece. At its core, however, the album is essentially a handful of interwoven narrative threads united by the theme of suffering: an infected tattoo, an uncomfortable van trip to Poland, a desperate visit to a shaman, and the final days and funeral of Kretowicz's grandmother. Given that dark theme, a deep current of sadness, disconnection, and restlessness certainly runs throughout the album, yet Kretowicz wraps her heartwrenching memories in such a colorful, digression-filled, and bleakly amusing storytelling aesthetic that it all feels intimate, transcendent, and beautiful rather than uncomfortably sad. For example, a brief and incomplete list of my favorite moments includes: the tale of the aforementioned tattoo, a discussion of how Polish truck drivers keep themselves entertained, a morbid rumination interrupted with strong opinions about pants, Kretowicz's thoughts during a psychotropic shamanic ritual, and a treasured memory of the fleeting happiness she once experienced at a PJ Harvey concert. While a couple of the album's smeared stabs at psychedelia do not quite hit the mark for me, Kretowicz herself is an unwaveringly interesting and entertaining monologist and the album is masterfully edited and paced from start to finish. Moreover, it all builds up to quite an emotional wallop of an ending, but so far that ending has not been too heavy to deter me from immediately starting the album over again as soon as it ends. My gut tells me that I hate it here is an instant classic.
This is one of those rare collaborations in which I had absolutely no idea what kind of album to expect, as the only obvious common ground this duo shares is a strong interest in sound design, though it is probably safe to say they are both drawn to unusual projects too given their past involvement with Rắn Cạp ĐuôI Collective. Now that I have heard Myxomy, however, I am faced with the fresh challenge of describing a vision that is elusively shapeshifting, kaleidoscopic, and wrong-footing from start to finish. I suppose the most consistent aesthetic is something akin to "half-deconstructed/half-maximalist outsider R&B" or some similarly heretofore nonexistent genre, but the real theme seems to exclusively be one of endless mutation. In fact, the idea for the collaboration originally began with James Ginzburg sending Ziúr some beats from his early techno days, which triggered a dueling exchange of raw material reworkings that rapidly escalated and morphed until the "duo's fragmented sketches and scribbles took on new life" that "developed into anxious, hybridized pop jewels." To be fair, Myxomy is admittedly poppier than I ever would have anticipated, but this project is waaaaay too weird, fractured, and unpredictable to ever be mistaken for actual pop (jewels or otherwise). It mostly feels more like a handful of hooks wandering through a collapsed post-industrial landscape in search of a proper home. I am not sure any of them ever quite found one (seems doubtful), but some of these experiments are impressively visceral and unique in their own right (even if they can sometimes be a real challenge to digest).
I suspect the title of the opening "Sloppy Attempt" provides some self-deprecating insight into the mindset that Ginzburg and Zi√∫r brought to the Myxomy vision, as it seems like the pair genuinely delighted in breaking and stretching each other's work and all other concerns were purely secondary. That is not intended as a disparagement, but the primary pleasures of this album are definitely in the vein of "this is a playground where songs convulse and break in interesting ways" rather than "check out all these hot new singles we wrote." Helpfully, "Sloppy Attempt" is also one of the more representative pieces on the album, as a blooping synth hook seems to keep wandering off course rather than locking into a groove. Nevertheless, a groove eventually does take shape (albeit fitfully) and the piece blossoms into a seething and moody song of sorts. In the rare moments where the beat does not collapse and the bass line is allowed to unfold naturally, it is not hard to see the ghost of a much catchier song lurking inside it all, but the overall impression is one of a remixer purposely stretching and pushing that hapless piece past its breaking point to see what happens.
The following “A Little Opaque” takes a similar trajectory, as a squirming and glistening synth pile-up sluggishly lurches forward along with spectral vocals and thudding, slow-motion drums. Naturally, every time it threatens to catch fire, it quickly gets pulled apart, ravaged by static, smeared, or broken in some way. "Make self-sabotage an art form" definitely seems to have been a guiding principle here. That said, the following three-song run can be quite impressive at times. The hot streak begins with "In and until," which sounds like a howling, junkyard percussion variation upon the massive rattling metal strings of Ginzburg's last solo album (Crystallise, A Frozen Eye). Next, "It is it everything" unleashes an absolutely killer motif that sounds like a haunted, lysergically smeared vibraphone enhanced with lots of wonderfully clattering and ringing metallic textures. It is a bit too sizzling and erratic to make a strong single though, which seems like a real missed opportunity. In fact, I strongly feel it deserves its own remix album (collaborative cannibalization is in Myxomy's DNA, after all). Elsewhere, the heavy industrial crunch of the following "Toxin Out" admittedly feels closer to earthquake than groove, but it is damn hard not to be charmed by the rousing chorus of "eat the rich and throw up on the fuckbois." The closing "Nuance Unseen" (another self-deprecating title) is also quite enjoyable in a seething/clattering/industrial-damaged R&B way and makes some more fine use of howling violin. If someone threatened to kill me if I did not choose a single for this album, I would probably pick that one. For the most part, however, Myxomy's pleasures lie primarily in hearing Ginzburg and Ziúr inventively mangle each other's work and veer quite far off course from their expected terrain (though fans of Ben Frost-style seismic intensity will likely find much to appreciate in that regard too).
Montreal's Yoo Doo Right, aptly named after a very early Can track, are absolutely about that vibe; one doesn't need to be a keen listener to catch that early on. However, the band's debut album is not a duplicate of any single kosmische entity but rather a blend of each best. They have been doing their homework, revealing a deep respect for the genre. Their debut "Don't Think You Can Escape Your Purpose" provides some of the best modern space rock released this year, filled with motorik rhythms and atmospheric guitars backed by solid bass lines. The music feels free enough to go off on tangents but always comes back around, fluidly alternating from dreamy fuzz to delicate ambiance before rocking out motorik-style.
The tracks on "Don't Think You Can Escape Your Purpose" are not jams; if they are, they are genuinely well-constructed. The songs are catchy ear-worms, as is the case for "The Moral Compass of a Self-Driving Car," a track comprised of elements of all the classic Kosmiche riffs strung into a perfect spaced-out dream. The musicians pause as if letting the listener in a little secret, uttering a single repeat phrase: "Back up, you're moving too fast," before kicking it into high gear as if to prove a point, only to pull back into a gorgeous mashup of sonic bliss.
Both sides are nearly perfect, start to finish, with the only weak tracks the first on each side; songs that serve as "intros" into grander sounds. I initially listened to it track by track, identifying standouts, but the album felt satisfying whole after listening end-to-end. The album begins with "A Certain Sense of Disenchantment," sounding like the start to a desert vision quest, a mystical sounding tune that is pleasant enough. Then everything changes with the segue into "1N914," exploding into a blistering wall of sound, with wailing guitars and frenetic drumming, expertly balanced guitar riffs that ebb and flow alongside atmospheric keyboards. From there, things don't let up, ending with the majestically bombastic "Black Moth."
This is one of my favorites this year for this type of headspace; it's a memorable sonic adventure for space cadets. Headphones are optional.