Junip - Rope and Summit
clues of a gathering storm
time to wake up
time to move on
Portugal. The Man - Atomic Man
man I can’t help it I’m just always in the middle
read the bible in the evening, hang with demons on the weekend
2013 was a good year. Not only for the barrage of good albums - there were many - but it marks yet another year in a row that we’re finally over the nu-metal and post-grunge that dominated the rock world for much of the century so far. 2011 and 2012 mark some of the strongest years in new album releases I can recall in my life. While part of this may be me simply being older and paying more attention to the industry, it’s still hard to say that we aren’t going through something of a renaissance right now. Of course, trying to keep up with a glut of “must-listens” while juggling several day jobs and my own hectic personal life is a challenge. I spent much of 2013 on a ten thousand mile road odyssey that stretched from Alaska to Florida, and the trip was marked by releases of many of the albums I’m about to mention, so it’s something of a personal list for me. Still, this list has been a long time coming. It seems even with trying to keep up with the latest releases, something always escapes my grasp, and even now I’m not quite comfortable putting this concrete account of 2013 down to press. (I’m still haunted by forgetting to mention Dead Sara’s debut in the 2012 list.) The past two months have been spent in a daze on Spotify and collecting recommendations from friends to see what I missed, but with March soon upon us, it’s time to bite the bullet: Here’s some of my favorite albums from last year, as well as an accompanying 35-track Spotify playlist to rock out to.
if you aren’t listening to the new Beck album then I don’t even know what the fuck to say to you right now
Tame Impala - Apocalypse Dreams
Everything is changing
And there’s nothing I can do
My world is turning pages
While I am just sitting here
Opeth - Pyre
Follow the embers into cities of dreams
What you’ve been seeing is not all what it seems
"bring me back again"
I punched the music up to 600 watts and felt the Jeep shudder nicely as Lyle Lovett came on… Thank god this thing is soundproof, I thought, or we might have a serious police problem.
Which is something I like to avoid. But it is getting harder and harder. These are bad times for people who like to sit outside the library at dawn on a rainy morning and get ripped to the tits on crank and powerful music.
|—||Hunter Thompson, “Songs of the Doomed” (via freakkingdomnet)|