We’re at number 80! forever moving towards the appropriate!!
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80 Tegan and Sara: Love You to Death
Category: 2016NE
81 Jeremih: Late Nights
Hey! The correct spelling of ‘nights’!
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The Weeknd’s first mixtape- 2011’s ‘House of Balloons’- was an absolutely marvellous piece of work and was the Necessary Evil album of 2011, even though I never actually wrote it down or told anyone about it, because when all’s said and done it’s really none of your fucking business is it?
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82 Plants and Animals: Waltzed in From the Rumbling
OK, children, we need to talk about ‘pretension’:
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83 Animal Collective: Painting With…
Aw, shucks, ‘Painting With’ is the very dang definition of a
When I threw all of you desperate plebs a bone by listing the best tracks of 2016 so far- back when life was good and we didn’t all automatically despise and mistrust our neighbours’ democratic menace- I named the undeniably fabulous FloriDada as the greatest artistic contribution of the year so far
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84 Zeal & Ardor: Devil is Fine
Now, usually I neither care for nor completely acknowledge the existence of your ignorant and- frequently- bigoted opinion, but for the purposes of rhetoric, I’m taking rare counsel with you decrepit losers: which decade was or is the best for music?
Take your time, I’ll give you a while to think:
85 Jesu/Sun Kil Moon: Jesu/Sun Kil Moon
Firstly, there’s an elephant in the room here: what the heavens to murgatroyd is Sun Kil Moon’s name supposed to be? Is it a pun?? A pun on Ban Ki Moon?? Because that’s just… just… awful. And probably a bit racist
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Oooooooooh, I’ve just Googled it: there was actually a Korean boxer called Moon Song-Kil/Song-Kil Moon. OK, I’ll allow that
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86 Chairlift: Moth
I almost absolutely love Chairlift, and I’m almost devastated they recently split up…
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Their command of pop music- unarguably the greatest artform human life has thus far managed to conceive- is exquisite, and ‘Moth’ (like it +1) has ten superlative examples of their craft
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87 Regina Spektor: Remember Us to Life
OK, let’s first address the elephant in the room: I read a remarkable think piece in The Economist recently that broached the conspiracy theory that Ms Spektor’s name doesn’t actually rhyme with ‘vagina’. This is obviously #FakeNews and should not under any circumstances be tolerated
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I mean, maybe once in bloody Moscow Ms Spektor might have refrained from that pronunciation, as in the bloody Commie Ruskie language it wouldn’t have had the same impact, but I think we can safely assume that she is well aware of its power now. I mean, why wouldn’t you encourage that? I would kill to have my name potentially rhyme with a woman’s genitals. But no, I’m just plain old Alexander Sveti-Hollogs
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God damn– I say God damn!- I used to adore Ms Vagina, she released two albums of absolutely masterful indie pop that managed to expertly combine flashes of arch Soviet weirdness with an unquenchable pop spark, without ever amounting to anything less than utter beauty
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88 Culture Abuse: Peach
Jeez, I was just 20 minutes ago on the bus from visiting a ‘friend’ in Hyde, and when we arrived at the final destination of the bright lights, big city of Ashton-under-Lyne
89 Ash Koosha: I AKA I
The cracks first started to appear in the marriage to my fourth wife, Fedlimid-Harper, rather early on. On the honeymoon, in fact. I was kind enough to pay for two whole nights in the Scarborough Ainsley Court guest house, allowing her use of the bathroom between the hours of three and four in the morning and stating that- although I couldn’t allow her free use of the WiFi for fear of her getting radicalised and/or aroused- she would be allowed to ask me seven questions over the course of the trip which I would happily Google for her
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Since you wondered, the questions she asked were:
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