Things that you look for
Do not exist in this space
Go try elsewhere please
Do not exist in this space
Go try elsewhere please
I can still recall with absolute clarity the day I first heard Radiohead's Kid A. In early 2000 there had been some rumblings on the infant Internet about a new Radiohead album. Whispers that Kid A might be wholly different from what had come before. These rumors proved true as I had managed to score some demo songs from Napster about three months prior to the album's release date. The demos were rough, missing the final production that would flesh out the songs, that proverbial bolt of lightning to bring them to life. I was weary of what may come, how could they top OK Computer? Were the boys of Oxford really forsaking their guitars for electronic noise? Was Radiohead on the verge of committing career suicide?
The Black Keys are my Ohio homeboys. And for most of the last decade they have been releasing some stellar north Mississippi hill country inspired blues. There was The Big Come Up (2002), Thickfreakness (2003), Rubber Factory (2004), Magic Potion (2006) and Attack & Release (2008). Their musical trajectory over the last decade was about normal for two white guys who quit their day jobs of mowing lawn to tour the country in a hatch back and play beat up blues music. The first album was rough but showed potential, the second album was inspired, albums three and four were a bit of a let down before they recovered with the decade's final album. By the time the Black Keys released the DJ Dangermouse produced Attack & Release, the boys from Akron had built a solid name for themselves, cultivating a serious fan base with years of nonstop touring.
In the spring of 2006, Band of Horses released their debut album Everything All The Time, a lush and beautiful album full of southern-fried indie rock. Everything All The Time would become 2006's album-of-the-summer for me and has since entered heavy rotation whenever the weather warms. Here's the quick primer on the band, just so I don't feel like I'm plagiarizing myself. Everything All The Time is one of those albums best heard while driving around with the windows down on an early summer evening. Try it on for size this spring. You won't be disappointed.
"Stuck Between Stations," the first song off of the Hold Steady's 2006 release Boys And Girls In America, perfectly summarizes the malaise that was the past decade. Lead singer Craig Finn's Springsteenian tales of late night debauchery fueled by bar-band riffs, organ and shout-along choruses lent a sense of authenticity to a decade that just saw us repeating a lot of mistakes we had made before. Like drinking beer before liquor and sleeping with townies.
The Flaming Lips are an oddity. What other band has been around for close to 30 years, has been signed to a major label for almost 20 years (despite taking ten years to produce an album that achieved both critical acclaim and commercial success) and loves to play with puppets on stage? The Flaming Lips got lucky. After the quick success in the early 1990s thanks to the single "She Don't Use Jelly," the Lips could have been written off as one-hit alternative wonders and left for dead. Instead, the band just kept rolling, getting weirder and weirder (check out Zaireeka if you need proof) until they found success again in the late 1990s with the critically acclaimed Soft Bulletin. But it wasn't until 2002 that the Flaming Lips reached their full potential with Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, marrying critical acclaim and commercial success behind an album full of space pop and strange noise, sandwiched between beautifully written songs contemplating the meaning of existence.
I only like one Modest Mouse album and 2004's Good News For People Who Like Bad News was it. It was the album that helped break the band to the mainstream and it's probably the album that real Modest Mouse fans, the people who have been hanging off Isaac Brock's nuts since day one, absolutely hate.
The 2000's saw hip-hop solidify itself as the premier money maker for the music industry. Unfortunately, making money doesn't mean innovation and as labels pumped out cookie-cutter rappers, hip-hop devolved into a caricature of itself - all flash and no substance.