When I made my
Best of 2006 list, I committed what I now realize to be a huge mistake. You see, there was a considerable amount of good albums released overseas in late 2006, that weren't properly released in the U.S. until 2007. So, I made the across-the-board decision that in the case of these albums, I would use the earlier date. So, that means that the
Jarvis Cocker solo album is stuck in 2006. That masterpiece of a last
Sloan album...2006. The addictive
I'm From Barcelona album that I didn't even hear until 2007, thus I didn't even rank...yep, even though you became my personal soundtrack for 2007, you're 2006 too. Those three albums would be the top three, easily, for this year.
You see, I got cocky about 2007. There was so much much hope. Wilco, Fountains of Wayne, the BMX Bandits, Dinosaur Jr, Gary B, The Ladybug Transistor, Of Montreal, The New Pornographers. Radiohead, Rufus Wainwright, The Shins, The Rosebuds. At some point or another in history, each of these bands either held the distinction of being my favorite band, maker of an album that I listened to nothing but for weeks straight and/or in the case of the New Pornographers, a group that I thought was singlehandedly reshape the face of pop music forever. And now in one calendar year, they all had new albums. What could go wrong?
Granted, I had outgrown Dinosaur, Rufus and Radiohead years ago, so I expected the worst out of them. Thus, I was pleasantly surprised when I found some pretty enjoyable moments on each of their new albums. That said, I'm done with those albums, probably never to return.
Wilco and Fountains of Wayne...they still sting. I could pinpoint an exact date when I thought with full certainty that Tweedy and Collingsworth/Schlesinger weren't capable of writing a bad song.
Every Uncle Tupelo album was split into two EPs. The vomit inducing Jay Farrar side and the magic Tweedy side. The first three Wilco albums? Utterly perfect. The first two Golden Smog records? The Billy Bragg and Wilco two-fer? Wow and wow. Then came the first chink in the armor...
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. I've come to like this album a lot, but when I first heard it, it was the first mis-step. I thought they were being too groundbreaking for their own good. It made me go back and re-evaluate the earlier works.
Being There? Maybe 3/4 as good as I had initially thought. Then came
A Ghost Is Born and off came the wheels. This new one, whatever its called, well it was a step back in the right direction, but I couldn't tell you anything about it. I couldn't sing you one line from it. There's a song about some sort of light and I think that one was the best.
Fountains of Wayne. After two albums and another disc's worth of crazy good b-sides , these guys were unstoppable. Goofy, but earnest. Then came Welcome Interstate Managers, which was a perfect precursor to this year's junky
Traffic and Weather. Whereas Tweedy's curse has been trying to be too innovative...FOW has fucked up by trying to be too cutesy and clever lyrically. The earnestness isn't there anymore. Its just stupid now.
FOW's Adam Schlesinger did do something wonderful this year and that wonderful's name is the soundtrack to
Music & Lyrics, which was already deemed my biggest guilty pleasure of 2007. Look, I know that you're going to hate "Way Back Into Love" but listen to it anyhow.
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