My Bloody Valentine – m b v
Maybe this has only been a clearing of the throat, a shaking off of the cobwebs, a necessary step into the harsh daylight of everyday existence. Maybe there is more to come.
Foxygen – We Are The 21st Century Ambassadors Of Peace & Magic (Jagjaguwar)
The new Foxygen album is best appreciated if you empty yourself of all personality and worries before listening to it. This is not a record to be approached if you have a loved one in the hospital or are faced with encroaching debt or ephemeral darkness.
Filthy Huns – Filthy Huns (Not Not Fun)
Everyone’s dying, some of us less slowly than others. As for me I’m dying for this record. In my current state I could listen to it over and over for at least an entire day. It’s all I need. It speaks to the broken unsatisfied mind-imploding parts of me.
Pere Ubu – Lady From Shanghai (Fire)
I kneel and genuflect before the first two Pere Ubu albums and the handful of singles surrounding it, but I think this may be the greatest Pere Ubu album ever made.
My Dick – My Dick’s Double Full-Length Release (Bandcamp)
Ohio is the greatest album I’ve heard in the past hour, and in the age of ubiquitous internet I can’t think of any higher praise.
Yo La Tengo – Fade (Matador)
Fade pulses and hums with the rhythms of nature, sounds swell and grow, advance and recede, throughout each song. YLT may be the most nurturing band I’ve ever heard. They love and caress every note in a way that makes this album in particular sound incredibly human. It makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to love more deeply.
Interpol – Turn On the Bright Lights: Tenth Anniversary Edition (Matador)
I understand why Interpol’s considered a joke today. Even back in 2002 I understood why they were a joke. Everyone wants to be Joy Division, but nobody has ever wanted to be Interpol. The tragedy is that 99 per cent of the people who laugh at Interpol have a lot more in common with Interpol than they ever will with Joy Division.
Scott Creney’s Favorite Albums of 2012
This is what it feels like to be alive in 2012 — connected to everything and more isolated than ever.
The Babies – Our House On The Hill (Woodsist)
It’s a shame about the Babies. Come on feel the Babie-heads.
The Opposite of Work
If you’re going to break a rule try to make sure you did a good job at it. Nothing is sacred but everything matters.
