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33 Frightened Rabbit: Painting of a Panic Attack
Category: 2016NE
34 Steve Mason: Meet the Humans
OK, it’s been a stressful day at ‘work’, I’ve still got a lot of boring charity work to do this evening, I’ve got a merciless headache, and I think I’m still mentally scarred from my stick being nicked yesterday, so I’m going to blast through the next few entries as quickly as I can, OK?
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35 Ital Tek: Hollowed
It has been said that Ital Tek is ‘the sound of Brexit’, which I’m not sure I agree with, but it offers me a good opportunity to waffle on about it
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For some reason, I thought that Ital Tek was European- perhaps it was the funny sounding name, and the desolate yet achingly beautiful soundscapes that always sound a little Scandinavian to me- so I was planning to introduce this wonderful album as the sound of the EU. The bastard’s actually from Brighton, so I had to make a late change
If your immediate response to Brexit is that it was simply racist, then you yourself are part of the reason for it
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35 Marissa Nadler: Strangers
This album is just…
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Lovely
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I haven’t got much to say about it, I think I exhausted my creative juices on the previous Kanye critique- or Kanyique, if you will- and now I’m just enjoying relaxing and listening to an effortless and gorgeously produced album
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36 Kanye West: The Life of Pablo
The wild tackle in the 1991 FA Cup Final- that Paul Gascoigne injured himself so comprehensively attempting that he was never the same player again- was a painful example of the kind of aggressive and impulsive thought process that actually played its part in making Gazza the amazing player he was. If you took such spontaneous and emotionally intuitiveness our of Gascoigne’s game, he wouldn’t be the same player. The tackle itself though, was an act of stupidity and should not really be celebrated
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Charles Darwin was a hideous misogynist, who viewed women as simply womb vessels who were little more than irritating intellectual inferiors who interfered with serious scientific research by talking about ponies and periods and shit. He ended up marrying his cousin, probably because he felt marriage was sufficiently socially expected and didn’t want to leave the house to find a wife. However, if you took this sociopathic view of life only through its logical and consequential results, then he may have never invented dinosaurs and proved God wasn’t real, or whatever. However, his sexism should still not be celebrated in and of itself
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37 White Lung: Paradise
White Lung remain one of absolutely the greatest things in the world
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If you were paying attention to Forbes ‘100 Best Things in the World’ issue this pat June, you would have noticed White Lung coming in at number 8, just ahead of ‘Getting a Package Delivered That You Forgot You Ordered’ and just behind ‘Juan Mata’
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38 Iggy Pop: Post-Pop Depression
In our culture, the highest and most revered and idolised people are the ones who were rock stars in the 60s and 70s
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If you want to avoid the profoundly dull and unoriginal complaints that are sure to follow any time you kick a stranger in the arse on a crowded train platform, simply tell him* that you used to play bass guitar for an early incarnation of the Moody Blues and watch him* immediately start praising how effortlessly cool you are, and bore on at length at how dull today’s music is in comparison while he* picks your foot up and forcibly inserts it into his* rectum to apologise
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*It generally only works on men, seemingly because as a gender they seem to be far more pathetically infatuated with a fictitious rock past they may not have even lived through
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Do you know what works for women instead? Fucking ponies
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39 Esperanza Spalding: Emily’s D+Evolution
40 Anderson Paak: Malibu
In a strange way, whenever you listen to Malibu you’re always a little disappointed…
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I met up with an old friend recently who I’ve not seen for literally a donkey’s years
who I obviously won’t name, because even if the chance of him reading this are slim I’m a great believer in data protection, so let’s just call him ‘J Theakston’…
No, that’s too obvious, let’s call him ‘Jamie T’…
No, not that Jamie T, who did one amazing song ten years ago and is still crapping out songs not fit to lick the sweat off Sheila’s boots to this day, a different Jamie T
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41 Bloc Party: Hymns
When The Bloc Heads first arrived ‘on the scene’
they were immediate and absolute masters of the type of trojan horse experimental and idiosyncratic pop music that forces me into a trance like state as I rub my nipples and moan orgasmically yet always entirely rhythmically
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Necessary Evil 