![]() Fantastic record from the Toronto singer-songwriter Tamara Lindeman (AKA Weather Station). It is ultimately best to look at I Don't Live Here Anymore as its own entity, rather than comparing to their greatest works. Disclaimer: Expectations of this record need to leveraged, as it does not compare to their previous albums, one of which (Lost in the Dream) is perhaps the best album of the millennium (It is between that and Kid-A for me). Play this record in the car, volume loud, as you drive through the twists and turns of an empty autumn road. While it may leave a little more on the table than it's predecessors, I don't Live Here Anymore is still the best damn road-trip record of the year. Some fans, myself being one of them, will certainly miss some of the unhurried outros, synth washes and interludes that give TWOD records their pastoral haziness, but the vaporous ether of the past has been swapped for a glossy shimmer which is new to the bands repertoire. To that effect, I Don't Live Here Anymore is another fantastic record by the Philadelphia synth-folkers. I have crystal clear mental images of walking down 16th Street Mall to Slave Ambient blasting through my headphones, or listening to "Arms Like Boulders" as I lounged in City Park. Some of the best music feels more like Polaroids than sounds a sonic snapshot of a moment and nobody captures that as well as Philly based The War On Drugs. The War on Drugs: I Don't Live Here Anymore. So.without further ado, here are some of my favorite (studio) records of 2021! Feel free to ask me about my favorites.I love the conversation! ( And then going out, or staying in, and purchasing their record!). If this list is a bit long, here is the year in a nutshell: Female songwriters totally fucking rock, jazz is in a renaissance period, and Cosmic American is now a genre as formidable as any other. If you are at all a Phish fan, make sure you check out their live shows from this year, especially their Fall Tour.īut, not to worry! The world was still blessed with a wealth of infinitely interesting new records. Their improvisational brilliance ate up a lot of time normally spent diving into new acts. Because of that, I listened to them with a fever and excitement that I haven't had since I first got into them in that same late nineties time period. My favorite band came out of their pandemic hiatus in a way that I've never seen, nor expected, and had their best year since the late nineties. light some sage and mask the stank up.So, I have to admit, Phish kind of messed up this list for me. On LE JAZ MYSTIQUE - ain't no mystery that its jazz! but its decaying and staying on your bedside table til fall. ![]() Only pack he runs with is in his shirt pocket. It's your kingpin of solo 12 string guitar turning bum notes into billionaires. There's always been an "out mode" with Fred. Not for much longer- cause the mail person bout to bring this cassette straight to your teepee Le Jaz Mystique was recorded to reels at the crib. ![]() Mending the outdoors with a light glaze of blue sugar. Full cig blast in effect (analog, nothing illegal) Ice cream truck a block away tries to sing along but can't hang with the turn. ![]() Cement stairs out front right hand thump. room temp butter tying the whole fam together. but killer slopes.) not to worry- still got them midwestern corn fed masterpieces in the dome. Which is NOT nicknamed the rocky mountain state? why? not my call. Honor roll of the Chi town experimental scene for many a year, Fred makes a folky jazz dent in his new home of the Centennial State (Colorado. It's Fred Schneider AKA MOON BROS back in the cut! H pants dubs his latest opus in REAL TIME HQ.
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