This weeks post is going to be simply a list of my favorite records released this year.

Sufjan Stevens - Illinois
Bonnie Prince Billy and Matt Sweeny - Superwolf
Deerhoof - Runners Four
LCD Soundsystem - Self-Titled
Silver Jews - Tanglewood Numbers
Andrew Bird - The Mysterious Production of Eggs
Antony and The Johnsons - I am a Bird Now
Julius Eastman - Unjust Malaise
Robert Ashley - Celestial Excursions
Architecture in Helsinky - In Case We Die
Artemis Quartet - Ligeti String Quartets 1 & 2
Animal Collective - Feels
Alvin Curran - Inner Cities
Oneida - The Wedding
Mu - Out of Breach (Manchester's Revenge)
Konono No. 1 - Congotronics
Pierre Laurent Aimard - Ravel: Gaspard de la Nuit, Carter: Night Fantasies
Broadcast - Tender Buttons
Matthew Herbert - Plat Du Jour
Angel's of Light & Akron/Family - Self-Titled
Wooden Wand & the Vanishing Voice - XIAO
Buck 65 - Secret House Against the World
Why? - Elephant Eyelash
Edan - Beauty and the Beat

no real order, maybe the most sentimental value closer to the top.
more content next sunday,


Ben said...

Hey Pete, have you heard the new Jens Lekman album? Gorgeous stuff, I say, but then I've always been a sucker for orchestral pop. In any event, if you haven't heard it, it's well worth checking out, and if you have, well, keep up the blogging, chappie.

Also, on a side note, when I went to go get the iguana and you lent me some cd's, I somehow was not floored by either the Go! Team or Antony & the Johnsons. I liked both, but had to later listen to them again to really get my pants knocked off. What's wrong with me?

pb said...

i love the jens lekman album, i really do, but in the end i do feel like i wish he was stephen merritt, and making good magnetic fields albums again. something is maybe too jokey about jens. i was bored by the go! team initially, and decided that they would be much better live, and then i loved the album, and now i think it's annoying. antony takes a few listens to sink in, i think i fell in pretty quick, but for a moment you're liable to think, what is this oozy cabaret crap, and then when you pay attention to his voice, it's like the whole thing opens up. i wish i owned some pants that i could knock-off, like i could just knock on them and they would shoot off my body.