I used to follow bands, read interviews with them, buy their records at midnight of the release date. Some of those same bands released records this year – The Beastie Boys, R.E.M., Low, Wilco, Steve Earle – but I can hardly recall them. In the maelstrom of modern life and the flood of digital media, they were but ephemeral moments, record sleeves like leaves drifting in a pond as I float by.
Still, it’s an embarrassment of riches. I’ll never hear everything, but as long as there are amazing records like these, I can at least quell the cacophony, 35 minutes at a time.
Pains of Being Pure at Heart
TV On The Radio
Thao & Mirah
The Black Keys