Peanut Butter Paisleyâs Favorites of 2k15
Iâm not qualified to use the word âbestâ and doubt any individual in the world of music journalism can exercise that kind of authority. Â Firstly to say âbestâ implies a complete knowledge of the whole, in this case every musical release of AD 2015, and secondly in a subjective judgment of an interpretable art form, âbestâ is nonsensical and as much a claim of personal taste as the music in question. Â So until speed listening technology and the Ministry of Culture passes down the guidelines of music judgement and take the joy out of it all, Iâm going to stick with âfavorite.â Â These are my favorite musical releases of 2015, a collection I wanted to share and collect more for myself than you (no offense). Â Itâs a matter of practice, one of of conscious listening and categorization and reflection that drives a collection like this. Â My intentions are not to flex some sort of musical knowledge or imply that my favorites are better than your favorites, my intention is to share. Â To share music that struck me profoundly in hopes that you may experience some sort of congruent bliss. Â 2015 frightened and depressed and enlightened me in many ways, but through the year new and inspiring music kept me based. Â 2015, if nothing more, was a fantastic year for music, I hope you were able to enjoy it as much as I was.
If number of plays in my iTunes library is any indication of a favorite album, In Colour would certainly top the list, with oh gosh, 48 plays? Â More than the obvs Jamie xx forward looking garage grooves and steel drum samples, In Colour is a perfect exercise in restraint and identity in dance music that popular music seems to constantly attempt to dismantle. Â In Colour is dynamic, with loud places and soft places balanced on a sort of sonic seesaw Jamie holds tight, never letting one side slam to the ground too violently. Â And this balance leads to an album fit for bumping in the car with your lads and drifting off with during a sunny afternoon, not something that happens very often (just saying). Â With his first solo release xx didnât shy away from the not so stranger in the room (The xx) and features the favourite guy and girl vocal duo of the early 10s, while at the same time rising above the influence of his former band. Â Overall I sleep sound because with music like In Colour I know thereâs gonna be good times in 2k16, the rest is noise.
Holding Hands With Jaime // Girl Band
My job at WNUR includes helping our wonderful music director Camille sort through the piles of mail the station receives and adding appropriate albums to the stacks. Â If Iâve learned anything in this process of sifting and reading and judging itâs how really important first impressions really are. Â Or maybe a better way to approach to call it is the expectations each piece of a music release create for a listener, from the packaging and album cover to that first downbeat. Â So when an album by Girl Band shows up at 1877 Campus Drive, so do a set of expectations. Â The four dudes from Dublin, not only play with expectations with their band name, the album is an exercise in repetition and the tension and release expectations in repetition create. Â Itâs an edge of the seat kind of listening experience, like watching a buckling tree in a hurricane, when is going to break, is it going to break, why do I want it to break? Â Itâs that nervousness that lies at the core of Holding Hands With Jaime, the claustrophobia repetition creates that powers my favorite new add to the stacks this year.
To Pimp A Butterfly // Kendrick Lamar
I distinctly remember lying on the floor of my room this past spring, three-quarters through my first listen of To Pimp A Butterly thinking to myself and genuinely believing âthis is our important album, this means, this is history.â Â 9 months later I still believe, without any need for verification or confirmation, we will look back on TPAB in 20 years and mark it as a major musical achievement. Â And Iâve debated this claim with many and I cringe to call it more socially aware than other rap or music. Â Because how is Kendrickâs art rap more socially conscious than Gucci or Thug or Future? Â The short answer is its not and the longer answer is maybe itâs actually less. Â Cast those questions aside though and you will find a significant musical achievement. Â One that moves through essentially a history of Black music in America with an artist of the highest marks in the center of it all. Â No matter how you slice it, regardless of whether you liked Good Kid M.a.a.d. City more or if you plainly donât like Kendrickâs flow or how To Pimp A Butterfly sounds, itâs the closest thing we had this year to an objectively great album, a special music.
In a year with so many novel and interesting releases in computer produced music, guitars and drums certainly had a tall order if they were to stay relevant in 2015. Â Enter frog, a duo from Ithaca, New York and a cheekily named LP Kind of Blah. Â This album soundtracked my springtime thaw in Chicago this past year, the first of at least four for this San Diego transplant. Â There is something very genuine about frogâs music, something counteracting the constant validation that seems necessary with every stylistic decision artists make in the current state of affairs. Â Instead of somehow proving worth or irony frog plays music they enjoy making. Â Music that doesnât need an accompanying thought piece for the audience to figure out what is going on or make them feel relevant. Â None oâ that, Kind of Blah is simple beautiful rock music.
Depression Cherry // Beach House
People often talk about sonic space, whether in reference to a venue or the perceived space recording engineers try to create on record. Â âThe soundâ as we often refer to it, is something we experience and develop a taste for throughout our lives, and itâs often specific to individual experience. Â Beach House have a definite sound, one that I experienced in high school as they filled a hazy Los Angeles night sky like no other band Iâve seen since. Â It was space, not just sonic but the air around my body that moved and flowed with the layers of sound. Â Their records have never been the same for me, only ever a symbol for the experience that once was, but never something I listened to for its intrinsic worth until 2015. Â Beach House must have injected some of that Los Angeles smog filled air into Depression Cherry, itâs the glue that holds together every simple little fractal of this album together and the space that made me fall in love with music a little more that summer night not so long ago. Â
Thereâs an obsession with this concept of âsimple beauty,â itâs a buzzword in conversations about Bob Dylan and is more accurately described as surface level simplicity masking a very organic and imitation-proof complexity. Â Depression Cherry is simple in a different way, itâs a collection of simple parts that achieve complexity in their relationship and dialogue with one another. Â So maybe itâs opposite, like a âcomplex beauty,â beauty in this case being a facade hiding the process and components, or maybe its just that air, no doubt distilled and presented through the same process of combination. Â Either way Depression Cherry finds its way on this list because I really enjoyed it and I hope you have had the chance to as well.Â
 Escape From Evil // Lower Dens
Some albums gain acclaim on a sort of novelty; to critics they are works completely new that could only have been released in 2015 and function as a direct artifact of the present moment. Â The problem with this expectation however, is that it fails to acknowledge the inherent unoriginality of all music, that âoriginalityâ is always something that applies more to taste than product. Â Escape From Evil is an album that begs comparison, rejects any critical claim of unprecedented material and this âinfluence on the sleeveâ mentality makes for atmospheric post-punk someone born in 1996 can listen to and feel relevant and modern. Â Some, usually old and/or cynical, will claim the best of music and art is behind us. Â Theyâre right obviously, if they mean pop music will never be like it was in the 60s and krautrock isnât coming back around anytime soon, but that doesnât mean the history is dead. Â Setting that aside for a moment and focusing on something more abstract: sometimes Iâm struck by the weight of simple action, the feeling that my entire life has led to every instant and breath and decision I make. Â A beautiful feeling. Â A moment of bliss and purpose. Â And music shouldnât be any different. Â Maybe the same feeling distinguishes âgoodâ from âbadâ in music, a feeling of weight. Â Deliberate weight of the musicianâs experiences and tastes that power each downbeat to create something new and meaningful. Â Listen, its all there, Ian Curtis and Liquid Liquid and Kraftwerk and Iggie Pop, packaged and called Lower Dens.
I Donât Like Shit, I Donât Go Outside // Earl Sweatshirt
Youâre listening to someone in deep; heâs staring into the void of modern existence and the darkness of his own human soul and heâs making a record and heâs not going outside. Â I Donât Like Shit, I Donât Go Outside is a moment in time suspended on record, its a collection of similar sounds and thoughts combined not to try to span any length of time other than the immediate moment Earl finds himself absorbed by. Â Itâs an antithesis to the false moment commercialism markets with constant digital promises and distractions of happiness that feels more like numbness. Â Music then becomes a moment creator in an attempt to fit into the commercial and while thatâs charitable and cool for us listeners something must be lost in the process. Â I Donât Like Shit, I Donât Go Outside doesnât try to create a moment, it is a moment. (Or maybe itâs the apex of the experience of moment weâve been marketed since birth?)
Quema Quema Quema // Kanaku y El Tigre
Hice uno funciĂłn de mĂşsica espaĂąol en la radio el entero pasado y un razĂłn que yo decidĂ hacerlo era la banda Kanaku y El Tigre. Â EscuchĂŠ a Quema Quema Quema mucho el verano de 2015, me ayudaba en los dĂas depresivos durante mi trabajo en LEGOLAND. Â Hay una cosa muy linda sobre las palabras en espaĂąol, es una idioma con un ritmo especial, especialmente en la mĂşsica de Kanaku y El Tigre. Â Mi espaĂąol no puede hacerle justicia, pero Quema Quema Quema es un disco muy especial, escĂşchalo por favor.
Gardens of Delete // Oneohtrix Point Never
And it comes out of nowhere really, its pixels on a screen and 0s and 1s then volts then air and its music. Â It starts dark and it stays that way, pulses of some synthetic motor, not so human voices laughing like they know something we donât and maybe they do, but by 1:13 of âEzraâ I think I understand it too and fall into the ride. Â Our entire lives are under a process of digitization and our music cannot escape from this, I guess we can call it âfate.â Â Sometimes its scary to think about, as someone not quite born into this world we now start to inhabit, born on the cusp of the internetâs formation and to parents who came from a different time (but donât they always?). And sometimes music is sad because of it. Â It lacks that human quality, the hope of the human soul, the spark of creation, because computer screens hurt my eyes sometimes and my fingers are tired of speaking for me. Â Gardens of Delete tore me from that place of cranky naysayer, of elitism, in short Gardens of Delete inspired me. Â Oneohtrix Point Never, as heâs called when making music, showed me once again that music is powerful, digitization is not the end but rather the present, and those 1s and 0s can be beautiful on occasion.
To work in a medium, in a genre like footwork that appears as a tiny blip on the timeline of dance music, one specific to Chicago and one that could be considered post- with the death of a founding father, takes a little humor. Â DJ Paypal, acknowledges the absurdity of it all: Buy Now, Sold Out, The Mall Music crew, footwork? But then again what isnât absurd about 2015, at least DJ Paypal can admit and move on, for acknowledgement is where creation begins and where Sold Out leaves off. Â Itâs post-Rashad music, and if Double Cup is really sacred and really holy then Sold Out is testament music, a witness to the greatness and by acknowledgment a transcendence of the former. Â By repetition. Â Whether the saxophone line on Awakeningâ or the cycle of collaboration and recycle and feat. within Teklife. by repeating simple acts of beat and music and life footwork is going somewhere and this album is a beautiful testament to that fact.
Carrie & Lowell // Sufjan Stevens
Lyrics mattered in 2015. Â And that means people are listening, people are looking again to music not for the beat or a mindless release but for answers and poetry and words. Â Courtney Barnett told us how it is in the plain way we cannot, Kendrick made these walls talk, Dr. Yen Lo rhymed with orange, and people listened. Â I gave Carrie & Lowell to my mom for her birthday. Â It might seem like an odd choice given the subject matter, and I hope my mom didnât take me for some kind of fatalistic strange son for it (she didnât). Â I gave her Carrie & Lowell because listening to âFourth of Julyâ I couldnât help but think about my own mother. Â How much I love her, how much she has done for me, how one day she will die. Â And then âThe Only Thingâ played and I wept. Â Out of fear, and beauty and âsea lion caves in the dark.â Â
Sufjan repeatedly hits these emotional intensities on Carrie & Lowell not only lyrically but with his sparse instrumentation and brilliant melodic writing. Â Itâs the kind of album that keeps giving, the album Iâm still unpacking a little more every time I listen eight months later, the kind of beauty a mother deserves on her birthday.