Last part of my records-of-the-year list. You can read the previous episode here.
Also, Spotify gently informed me that my most listened record of the year is New Found Land by New Found Land. I couldn’t put it in the list because it’s old, but I’m proud of every single listen. Go listen to it now if you don’t trust me!
#10 at best cuckold avi buffalo
Does the fact that this record made it into the top 10 have anything to do with me having a crush on Avi Zahner-Isenberg? Probably not.
I listened to At Best Cuckold a lot, way more than I did with Avi Buffalo’s first creature. Its dreamy, long guitar solos drove me into imaginary make out sessions with Avi ZI – true – and made the whole thing sound like an alternative soundtrack to La Boum. But then the lyrics bind everything to the ground by adding something that’s dirty, modern and certainly weird (one song features the line “I’m a cheese ball on fire”…erm…ok).
Long story short: Avi Buffalo at its catchiest with expressionist music pictures of modern youngsters’ dilemmas.
Listen to: Won’t be around no more
#9 the future’s void EMA
It’s Autumn and, like every year, Autumn means more music than you can take.
Here’s what I’ve been listening to lately:
little lover – foreign fields
Foreign Field’s debut was my favourite record in 2012. I guess after that they’ve been busy not touring Europe and not visiting Iceland (during my recent trip I’ve spent an entire morning trying to figure out if I was sitting next to them. Until I realized the guys I was staring at were speaking French).
Apart from the aforementioned things, though, they were obviously also writing new music. Little Lover is as sober and heartfelt as anything they’ve done before and that’s just right this way. Now I’m totally looking forward to the album.
25 perfume genius Put Your Back N 2 It
Learning, Perfume Genius debut record, made me think he was an emo kid with an obsessive crush on his teacher, which made it difficult for me to relate with his music. This new album is once again full of drama and despair, but it feels somehow more accessible. Read More
I solemnly swear, in front of both the readers of this blog, that I won’t step in Privat Club again ’till the temperature decreases of at least 15 grades. It’s a tricky mechanism, that this club in Berlin puts in action; since it’s very small you can’t afford to get there too late if you don’t wanna see the show from the cloakroom, but at the same time being underground and without air conditioning the risk of melting and dying down there shouldn’t be underestimated.