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18/12/2002
Everyone loves year-end lists. Lists are good. Every cool entity
has an annual review of the years best so and so. Movies, music,
club nights, books, shower curtains. So I figured, hey, I'm
cool. I'll compile a list myself. A rundown of the best of the best.
The cream of the crop. The juiciest calamari ring on the platter.
I present to you ...
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Shtikman's Top 20 of 2002 |
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1.
Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
I've read about Wilco for years and I knew they were good.
But why, I didn't know. And it was only when Pitchfork
gave it a 10.0 that I finally decided, "Wow, they're
really good!"
Works best on:
Train journeys from London to Coventry and vice versa. Preferably
in summer when travelling at 7 pm is still a joy because you
can look out the window and still see lazy livestock grazing
on vast open fields, orange skies and graffiti on tunnel walls.
As opposed to complete darkness in the winter.
2. The Hives - Veni Vidi Vicious
The Hives are to me what Tony the Tiger is to kids. Hyperactive,
bursting with energy and simply grrrrreat. Thanks to them
I have a new found appreciation for all things garage rock.
Which subsequently lead me to discover the Pixies for
the first time (don't laugh).
Works best in:
Your living room with the curtains drawn close and ample space
so no one can see you miming along to the music and imitating
lead singer Howlin' Pelle Almqvist.
3. Interpol - Turn On The Bright Lights
Just as the Hives turned me on to the Pixies, Interpol was
one of the reasons for my becoming a late-blooming Smiths'
fan. Like the Smiths, Interpol's music is chock full of sad
melodies and memorable tunes. And dressing
well is always a bonus.
Works best when:
You're alone.
4. Madlib - Blunted In The Bombshell Mix
It's Madlib. Madlib does no wrong. Listening to this mix of
reggae tracks on Trojan
Records may actually get you higher than smoking sensimelia
itself. Mmm ...
Works best in:
A friend's crib with everyone bringing something for a 'pot'-luck
of off-your-face madness. Call my good friend Jo
for your absinth needs.
5. Beck - Sea Change
From slacker to sampler and now country, another man who can
do no wrong. Beck is the true chameleon of modern music.
Works best when:
Stuck in traffic. Or waiting for a bus. Ideally a situation
in which everything seems to be moving except yourself.
6. Various Artists - Peanut Butter Wolf's Jukebox 45's
Half of this compilation features either Madlib in one of
his guises or behind the boards conducting beats for other
peeps. The other half features funk gems, more beats and quality
hip-hop. Worth it if only for Lootpack's 'On Point'.
Works best while:
Making your regular trawl through the record stores on Berwick
Street.
7. Daedelus - Invention
In short, Invention is digital analog music. Daedelus
succeeds in producing organic music through electronic means,
however unbelievable that may be. Proof that not all things
IDM is cold and HAL-like.
Works best while:
Reading the latest edition of the Wire.
8. The Roots - Phrenology
Read my blog entry.
Works well when:
You need some hip-hop Alka Seltzer after an overindulgence
of Pixies and Smiths.
9. Farben - Textstar
Leading the way in all things glitchy and micro is Jan
Jelinek. While last year's loop-finding-jazz-records
was a minimal masterpiece, Textstar showcases Jelinek
in one of his many monikers in a different light. Less clicks
and pops, more upbeat, but sparse nonetheless. Music is all
around you. All you need to do is sample, slice, filter, tweak
and Pro-Tool it.
Works well while:
Navigating your way through the 21st century urban crowd of
central London.
10. Various Artists - Morvern Callar Original Soundtrack
The film is rooted in the music that Morvern listens to on
her walkman which is what makes the music more than just a
mere accompaniment to the film. In Morvern Callar the
music actually tells the story, through a diverse line-up
of people from Can to Ween. One of the best
movie soundtracks that I've ever heard, second only to Kids.
Works well when:
You're feeling aloof and psychedelic. Or when you're slicing
up a dead boyfriend.
11. Boards Of Canada - Geogaddi
Arguably not as good as Music Has The Right To Children,
Geogaddi is still a wonderful album on its own. No
one makes sampling from children's records more ethereal or
eerie than BOC.
Works well while:
Imagining how it'd be like attending kindergarten in the 25th
century.
12. Metal Fingers - Presents Special Herbs Vol. 1 and
2
Special Herbs is a compilation of instrumentals produced
by MF Doom, some of which are tracks from Operation:
Doomsday. Along with Edan and Madlib, MF Doom is
what I would call lo-fi hip-hop. Very basic, very simple but
super-effective beats and rhymes coupled with a very stringent
D.I.Y. ethos.
Works well when:
You need some hip-hop to think to without it being too intrusive.
13. Sigur Ros - ( )
Works well when:
14. Sonic Youth - Murray Street
I am surprised and slightly annoyed that Murray Street
wasn't included on Spin's
year end list. I mean, what the f**k, Moby at 29 and
not even a honourable mention of the best band to ever come
out of New York? I can't really compare this album with anything
else that they've done, having been exposed to the band only
this year ("Pixies, Smiths, gawd, where the hell have
you been dude?!"). But a very nice album indeed.
Works well with:
Umm, anything really. Fun fact: did you know there's actually
a Murray
Street in London?
15. The White Stripes - White Blood Cells
Can you think of any other two-member band with as much energy
as the Stripes? Candy colours, pigtails and mysterious band
member relationships. These are a few of my favourite things.
Works well while:
Playing with Lego blocks.
16. El-P - Fantastic Damage
Def
Jux had a pretty good run this year (RJD2, Mr
Lif) but nothing represents the label's success more than
its impresario's debut as a solo artist. Remember the opening
scene of Terminator 2 when the T-1000 crushes a skull
under its metal foot and lasers start criss-crossing behind
it and all apocalyptic future hell breaks loose? That's El-P
bringing it on.
Works well while:
Imagining how fun it'd be to impale a shivering P. Diddy
through the eye with a liquid metal spike.
17. Ladytron - Light & Magic
The funkiest people to emerge from the electroclash resurgence.
As with Interpol, dressing well is always a bonus. Catchy
tunes, vintage electronics and two cute female vocalists gets
extra points.
Works well while:
You're still 17. Because when you're 21 you're no fun.
18. Various Artists - ?uestlove presents Babies Makin' Babies
There are soul-funk compilations. And then there's this baby.
There's nothing better than a collection of soul and R&B
gems mined by a true enthusiast who knows his music inside
and out.
Works well if:
You have a love life. Anything even minutely better than mine
will do.
19. Sage Francis - Personal Journals
I'm anti-Anticon.
I can't stand all this overindulgent, pseudo-bohemian, 'forward-thinking'
hip-hop table scraps. But Sage Francis offers a breather from
all this with Personal Journals. Unconventional all
the same, but unlike Dose One, at least he's talking
about something.
Works well with:
Headphones, baggy jeans and a copy of some Nietzsche text
in your backpack.
20. DJ Shadow - The Private Press
This comes in last in the list. And even so it's just hanging
on the edge. I've never had to think about whether I like
an album or not as much as I had to for The Private Press.
Read my blog entry for
more details.
Works well with:
A copy of Endtroducing in front of you to remind yourself
that Shadow is actually capable of more.
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So there
you have it. The first annual Shtikman Top 20 of 2002. Remember kids,
the Shtikman's opinion is all that matters. Don't buy the album unless
I tell you to. And when you do get an extra copy for me. It's only
fair that I get compensated for all the vigorous brain activity I
have to go through in order to dictate your musical preferences. End
transmission.
15/12/2002
Hello one and all. Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive
and well. The fam left for home on Wednesday night. Took Thursday
off to recuperate and did absolutely nothing. And now I'm back on
track. But honestly it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Thanks
in no small part to my brother who provided incessant flashes of
comedy relief inspired by every London sight and sound (with a supporting
cast of nunchuck-wielding hamsters from Hamleys - it's a long story).
The day trip to Bath was pretty nice as well. On the way there we
stopped at Stonehenge and I imagined the type of conversations that
could've taken place when the stones were first arranged ("Dude,
I'm bored." "Let's put some rocks up." "A'ight.").
Bath is a very scenic place indeed. Georgian architecture, Roman
baths, the Pump House - how I regret being rejected by the Uni of
Bath when I first started applying for a place of study in the UK.
Oh well, Coventry had its fair share of attractions. Stark 80's
architecture, shared bathrooms, Express Diner. It's all good.
Having been devoid of new music for more than
a week, it was with great relief and satisfaction that I finally
got my hands on the new Roots album. While Things Fall
Apart was very contemplative and mellow, Phrenology is
a lot more angsty. There's a lot of resentment this time round and
you could feel the raw, bitter energy emanating from the music.
Even the album liner notes are filled with numerous stories of discontent
(the record industry in general, being stood up by guest artists,
recording sessions disrupted by Gwar concerts right below
the studio). The Roots really rock on this one, and I mean it in
the literal sense. From twenty-second punk rock jams to lengthy
mid-song, free-for-all jazz breakdowns ala Sun Ra, the Roots
are one of the very few hip-hop acts who can still excite me with
anything they do. A trait that only Madlib, Prince Paul
and DJ Premier share, IMHO. This album gets the Shtikman's
stamp of approval.
And I'm going home soon!
4/12/2002
Now that I think about it I've actually been away from home for
almost a year, the longest that I've ever been. And it's about time
I got away from London anyway. I have slightly less than 3 weeks
before I head home but I'm already 'packing up', so to speak. Basically
I've been trying to cram as much music as I can onto a whole lot
of minidiscs so I won't die from having to listen to clinically
programmed radio stations promising to play you 'only the best hits
of today!' Yes, all five of them. I'll make it back in time for
Sigur Ros in February though.
In between sticking labels onto the discs with titles such as Now
That's What I Call Experimental Electronic Music Vol 12! and
The Best 80's Seminal Indie Rock Bands as recommended by Pitchfork
... Ever!, I've actually been busy designing a website. I'll
post a link to the site once it's ready. And then there's the looming
arrival of my mum, aunt and brother in London this Friday. They'll
be here for 6 days. 'Six Days'. Hehe. Get it? Get
it?
Please. Help. Me.
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