OK, children, we need to talk about ‘pretension’:
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82 Plants and Animals: Waltzed in From the Rumbling
Tag: humour
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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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
90 Hinds: Leave Me Alone
I don’t think there was an album released in 2016 that I more desperately wanted to love than Hinds’ debut. Apart from Damien Lazarus’s. And The Joy Formiddable’s. And M83’s (which I felt so apathetic towards it didn’t even make the list). And Nick Cave
91 Gucci Mane: Everybody Looking
92 Kate Tempest: Let Them Eat Chaos
In Hamburg in 1834, a young army officer, Baron von Ropp, was attempting to woo the uncommonly beautiful Countess Lodoiska, the green eyed widow of a Polish general, but was wary that the handsome young army officer Baron von Trautmasdorf posed a serious challenge for the beauty’s affections. Because this was the early 19th century, and history is fucking brilliant, Von Ropp felt the best way to lesson the threat of his rival was to slander his good name. Which he did. By writing a poem. About his moustache
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93 Angel Olsen: My Woman
Wait…
So there’s the Olsen Twins, yeah? And there’s that one in the ‘Avengers’ film with the magic ability to do absolute anything that the plot requires at that moment, and now there’s Angel Olsen, so how many of them are there in total? Is it four different Olsen’s? Or is there actually just one Olsen, and our belief that there are more is a shadowy conspiracy by the Illuminati/Jews to hide Barack Hussein Obama’s real birthplace in order to pretend that Tupac is dead?
Necessary Evil 