–Sean Fennessey, ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead. And this: “I don’t rap, I just shit like a newborn.” It’s dedicated to Wayne’s grandma, and he hopes you got it for free. CN Entertainment. Just don’t call it coke rap. How terribly fitting that a difficult record about the troubles with transition would serve as the swan song for a band gone far too soon. What’s truly amazing about the artistic evolution of Tony Starks is how he’s managed to become a wise, world-weary vet without turning into a bitter old crank, pining futilely for the return of some utterly extinct Golden Age. Its 10 songs loop, cycle, and repeat so rigorously your brain feels a marathon runner’s burn. The temptation to be a total dick just because you can carries an enormous power, and Do Dallas was a weapons-grade, vulgar display of that; it was also exactly 36 minutes of the most blisteringly intense pop-misanthropy the decade had to offer, but that’s just Mclusky being better than your band. But Vespertine’s docile tranquility offers its own form of strength. Even more breakups! But it’s “Over and Over” that reveals most. In its stead poured a tidal wave of alligator jaw hi-hats, battered timpani, and a furious pace. –Matthew Murphy, Listen: Neko Case: “I Wish I Was the Moon”. But it’s the album’s starry-eyed sense of adventure that really thrills and sets it apart from mopey indie rock peers—Rudyard Kipling–influenced tales of travel and wonder communicated with nursery-rhyme vocals and radio-play duets. –Jayson Greene, On Twin Cinema, Carl Newman and his band of moonlighting luminaries (including Neko Case and Destroyer’s Dan Bejar) build a film-studio lot’s worth of outlandish sets, and seek to discover that special something that keeps us returning to pop music. People tend to belittle ambient techno as mere background music, but I say, fuck that, If Radiohead spent the turn of the millennium pondering the disassociating effects of technological over-dependency, the Super Furry Animals reveled in the absurdity of it. scattered willy nilly amongst whatever electro sides the Dewaele brothers could clear. –Jess Harvell, Nerdiest indie rock album of the decade? –Rob Mitchum, It’s as streamlined as anything Kraftwerk ever put to tape, and yet sounds like it’s about to come unhinged at any moment. –Tom Ewing, The fact that her most explicitly sexual album is also her most submissive might be a bummer to those who got off on Björk-as-huntress power trips of yore. Thanks, Wrens! Blending exquisite ballast, searching psychonautica, greasy glam, thought-eradicating pummelprog, and bleary spindlerock, Source Tags & Codes operates on a grand scale. found Grizzly Bear shedding the crackly, lo-fi chrysalis of their formative years. –Amy Phillips, Listen: The Decemberists: “16 Military Wives”, Over the course of the 1990s, Primal Scream had rightfully earned a reputation as consummate hedonists. Lyra Pramuk: Fountain. The tics and themes that make his music so undeniably his are all here, as is the shaggy jazz and folk-rock, the coy glam posturing, and the swatches of lives cast in abstruse metaphors. Listening to Mary Lattimore’s Silver Ladders feels like blinking awake on New Year’s Day: There’s some melancholy over ... Yaeji: What We Drew. OK, he did that, too. A case could certainly be made: the five-dollar words, the baroque instrumentation, the theater club sleeve art. Calling Spencer Krug and Dan Boeckner the Lennon/McCartney of the aughts is reductionist (with Krug as the experimental one who crafts the band’s darker moments, and Boeckner as the populist who creates the epic anthems), but Wolf Parade’s appeal lies in the opposing musical personalities of its leaders. But the real magic of Mass Romantic lies in Carl Newman’s uncanny ability to craft a cohesive record without diluting the personalities at hand—note how Newman picks up a submissive falsetto to complement Case’s lead vocal in “Letter From an Occupant,” and how Bejar’s staggered phrasing is maintained even as “Breakin’ the Law” is transformed from hushed acoustic demo into fist-pumping album closer. Billowing, multi-part vocal harmonies verge upon the utopian, blowing the New Weird America into a wide-open world where pop meets rural mysticism. They had fun on the weekends (“When the Last Time”), they stunted on other rappers (“I’m Not You”), and they built an elegiac shrine to their homestate (“Virginia”). It’s a vulnerable yet confident record, and not just because she’s able to effortlessly incorporate contributions from grunge heavy hitters like Dave Grohl and Eddie Vedder like it ain’t no thing. The drugs still mattered, though. Pitchfork is the most trusted voice in music. Trading youthful exuberance for a resignation that borders on bitterness! Repeatedly! Though much of their previous output had come off like charming pastiches of styles from the 1960s and ’70s, the craft on display in “The Blues Are Still Blue” and “Funny Little Frog” left no doubt that these were not approximations, but in fact prime examples of glam rock and Northern soul. It’s a poet who knows shouting “SHE IS BEAUTIFUL” is more effective than, you know, poetry. Music reviews, ratings, news and more. Because this duo’s pounding, relentless repetition turns superfluity and excess into glorious virtues. to Four Tet, Kanye West to Joanna Newsom—and the many sides of Radiohead, too—here are the albums who defined the decade. Radiohead, 'Kid A' "Kid A is like getting a massive eraser out and starting again," Thom Yorke said in … So “Use It” is a powder-keg of kinetic energy, while “The Bleeding Heart Show” (a song so awesome it made a University of Phoenix commercial seem transcendent) commemorates a missed gig with one of the most towering codas of the decade: Fuck playing for a cause—music is the only cause. And they don’t leave, either, so you feed every detail through your memory machine until all they ever seem to say is goodbye, and they’re gone. –David Raposa, You wake up one morning, last’s night’s ill-advised champagne dump still slick against your brow, crumpled up invitation-to-everywhere next to the bed, and there’s this other person in there. But King works best on slow-ride bangers like “Top Back” and “Bankhead” and the almighty “What You Know,” wheelhouse trunk-rattlers from one of the greatest ever to do them. “(Just Like We) Breakdown” proved a knowing rejoinder to proclamations of wimpdom. The Top 200 Albums of the 2000s (Pitchfork, 2009) The Top 50 Music Videos of the 2000s (Pitchfork, 2009) Weblinks. Billowing, multi-part vocal harmonies verge upon the utopian, blowing the New Weird America into a wide-open world where pop meets rural mysticism. Ambiguity! Press play and the first sound you hear is a siren-like blare of an open E string announcing with all the subtlety of Funkmaster Flex that SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN. Though much of their previous output had come off like charming pastiches of styles from the 1960s and ’70s, the craft on display in “The Blues Are Still Blue” and “Funny Little Frog” left no doubt that these were not approximations, but in fact prime examples of glam rock and Northern soul. Even as “Homage” melts your face or “Baudelaire” boogies its way into your brain, you half-expect whatever’s next to fail. © 2018 Condé Nast. Their breakout single, “Off the Record,” managed to be the only song outside of the Sincerely Yours label to evoke the chill-out music of Jamaica and France at the same time. –Joe Colly, Listen: Erlend Øye: “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out”, 2003’s Trap Muzik, Tip’s album-length meditation on the thrills and travails of dope-dealing, remains his scrappiest and most emotionally resonant statement. –Joe Colly, If Radiohead spent the turn of the millennium pondering the disassociating effects of technological over-dependency, the Super Furry Animals reveled in the absurdity of it. “Boy From School” marked a trembling sense of vulnerability, without sacrificing groove. “Boy From School” marked a trembling sense of vulnerability, without sacrificing groove. With the Neptunes as their guardian angels, the Virginia duo did more than just talk dope deals. Those gestures, coupled with the growth of the group’s songwriting evident through, are as fitting a sendoff to Spoon’s salad days as one could hope. And despite the bullshit whispery Neptunes tracks and a tiny bit of filler, the end result is nearly as viscerally satisfying. Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. By the start of 2005, much of the previous year’s optimism and stridency gave way to seriously bummed indifference, but Bloc Party wasn’t havin’ it. This decade has often been ballyhooed as that of the playlist, where genre distinctions have blurred until, “Hey, man, it’s all music.”, is the mid-decade curveball reminding you that—no matter how many Elephant 6 projects you can name while listening to that new Weezy joint—you haven’t heard it all yet, and creative imagination is more infinite than an iTunes library. The irony is that returning to it, what strikes you is how shrewd their song choices were—licensing-forced covers aside everything here, mashed or unmashed, displays impeccable taste in pop. Author: TheWatchtower. is easily Beck’s most melancholy record, and the shift was temporary (its follow-up, 2005’s, ). But the giddy glam-rock stomp on which his words are delivered seems to say, “Yeah, but think of how cool that’ll look!” –Stuart Berman. Pitchfork's Top 200 Albums of the 2000's. That classic-rock archetype still holds a lot of weight and if you don’t believe me, well, Kings of Leon had a top 10 single this year. After years of forcing her will via dog-maddening squeals and beats that could turn Pluto into powder, Björk holds her armies back while exalting carnal desire with the godliness of Marvin Gaye. Stagnation! We all talked a good game back then, but how long before you eventually got back to cutting people off in traffic, pissing on public toilet seats, off-handedly boasting about your cool shit, and caring more about The Bourne Identity and the World Cup than the news? An exegesis on routine, lovemaking, dancing, boredom, and the ever-eroding sense of the new in the world– “like a monkey with a miniature cymbal”– this is the band fully formed. Never mind the lost album sales; the abundance of leaked demos, YouTubed concert footage, and radio-session webcasts at our disposal has ultimately served to take the mystery out of the artist’s evolutionary process—it’s increasingly difficult to be surprised by a band’s new direction when we’ve been riding shotgun the whole time. And knowing it! That’s quite a trick, and of all the bratty New York rock bands that broke through in the early ’00s, no one walked this razor-thin line separating sensitivity and callowness quite as deftly as the Walkmen. But while the rest of the world was ready to party like it was 1999, the Scottish tech-rockers were soberly bracing themselves for the 2000s—which, through their bleary eyes, were already looking plenty bleak even before 9/11 and Bush/Blair wartime alliances muddied the picture further. And despite the bullshit whispery Neptunes tracks and a tiny bit of filler, the end result is nearly as viscerally satisfying. Still, Beck was routinely acclaimed for his clever, scrappy assemblages and committed crooning about the salesgirls at J.C. Penney; when he released. It was her next album that she wryly called The Greatest, but it’s You Are Free that has the rights to that honor. Of course they never did it again; how could they have? The push-and-pull of an on-again-off-again relationship! Yes, Mass Romantic has enough breezy power-pop hooks to fill five or so lesser records. Jens Lekman: “The Opposite of Hallelujah”, The New Pornographers: “Sing Me Spanish Techno”, Erlend Øye: “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out”. Even as “Homage” melts your face or “Baudelaire” boogies its way into your brain, you half-expect whatever’s next to fail. But there’s an urgency and intimacy to Sea Change—its heartbreak feels real, and uncontainable—that’s oddly timeless. As Heard..., on the other hand, starts with a grotesque hippo-legged prog cover of “Peter Gunn,” slaps Basement Jaxx on the top, and blasts off. –Eric Harvey, Listen: The New Pornographers: “Sing Me Spanish Techno”, Gloriously sunny and unabashedly synthetic, the Swedish duo the Tough Alliance’s second album conveys a shiver of ecstasy concealing a tremor of fear and loneliness. “You’re trying too hard—surrender,” she tells herself; “I can’t say no to you,” she admits. And they don’t leave, either, so you feed every detail through your memory machine until all they ever seem to say is goodbye, and they’re gone. People tend to belittle ambient techno as mere background music, but I say, fuck that, Pop is a soundtrack for living. But on the back of 11 well-crafted, brutally executed scorched-earth lighter-raisers, it succeeds. established that lyrically, rhythmically, melodically, and vocally, Joanna Newsom was unlike anyone else. –Ian Cohen, Listen: Mclusky: “To Hell with Good Intentions”, 2 Many DJs ushered in the anything-goes, nothing-matters, shuffle-meltdown vibe of ’00s parties, blogs, and DIY remixers, and some have never forgiven them. Maybe sincerity doesn’t age. Pitchfork's Best Jazz Albums of the 2000s. Pitchfork's Top 200 Albums of the 2000s. Auto-Tune? Together the two duos made a jarring, indelible sound. Defenders of the album format in an mp3 age often point to the medium’s capacity to take listeners on a journey; on Cryptograms, the journey is the band’s own. Fairy tale parables of animal liberation and lessons learned through sadness and family illustrate, in the end, the urge only to beat boundaries. Bluegrass guitarist Tony Rice, who was recognized as one of the all-time greats of the genre, has died. But beyond that, what makes Silent Alarm rise above is the depth of Bloc Party’s passion—the precedents for their high-wire musicianship were easy to spot, but then again, while Gang of Four wouldn’t sniff at “Price of Gas,” their “love” song was “Anthrax,” not “Blue Light” and “So Here We Are.” Future releases would prove this point more obviously, but on Silent Alarm, Bloc Party was a clenched fist looking for another hand to hold. Mary Lattimore: Silver Ladders. Fairy tale parables of animal liberation and lessons learned through sadness and family illustrate, in the end, the urge only to beat boundaries. “I was the dominant theme in a number of places,” indeed: Bejar’s self-referentiality reaches its peak here as well—Rubies is the ultimate index of Destroyer mythology, the artist fitting himself into the background of his work. Getting used! –Rebecca Raber, Listen: Wolf Parade: “I’ll Believe in Anything”, Estrangement from spouse and offspring! Before Soulwax’s DJ alter egos, “eclectic” still tended to go hand in hand with “tasteful”—classic mixes like Coldcut’s 1995 Journeys By DJ ranged across a breakbeat genrescape but never lost a sense of discernment. This is no one-night stand; it’s honeymoon fodder for saints. Music reviews, ratings, news and more. The material on this site may not be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, cached or otherwise used, except with prior written permission of Condé Nast. Hot Chip make it feel downright essential. In place of those virtues it offers a series of riotous peaks (Dolly! –Marc Hogan, Look at what preceded You Are Free, and you’ll find a performer whose work (both in-studio and onstage) was often derided as amateurish. But first, Night Falls Over Kortedala. –Paul Thompson, For folks smitten with the leaps and bounds Spoon made between their Matador debut and. A certain old-timey feel prevails—there’s even a waltz, “Marla,” written 70-odd years ago by a late relative of singer Ed Droste—but the shadowy, dust-moted depth of the music moots its rootsiness. It was her next album that she wryly called, that has the rights to that honor. From M.I.A. View reviews, ratings, news & more regarding your favorite band. At some point the grandiosity should turn to bloat right? But, even if XTRMNTR was just a pose, who doesn’t love a man in uniform?– Stuart Berman, Listen: Primal Scream: “Kill All Hippies”, By 2002, Neko Case had already emerged as one of the most gifted vocalists on the indie landscape, and with her third solo album, Blacklisted, she established herself as a top-flight songwriter as well. Leithauser, his warm rasp making him come across like a more emotionally unstable young Rod Stewart, lurches from messy confrontations to moments of disarming empathy, and on “The Rat,” he lays himself completely bare, pleading for recognition with an abandon that is still startling, as his normally bleary-eyed bar-rock band explodes into catharsis all around him. to Four Tet, Kanye West to Joanna Newsom—and the many sides of Radiohead, too—here are the albums who defined the decade. “(Just Like We) Breakdown” proved a knowing rejoinder to proclamations of wimpdom. All rights reserved. The 50 Best Albums of 2020. –Philip Sherburne, We keep our wise-ass friends for basically two reasons: Some are really nice guys once you get to know them, and some are just jerks who say a lot of funny shit. Last week, Pitchfork counted down its Top 200 albums of the 2000s as voted on by the Web site's staff. On Vespertine, heaven is lust. Even the non-Murdoch songs, typically a stumbling block on Belle and Sebastian releases, were up to the same high standard. –Philip Sherburne, We keep our wise-ass friends for basically two reasons: Some are really nice guys once you get to know them, and some are just jerks who say a lot of funny shit. Whether pleasuring herself backed by angelic harps and strings on “Sun in My Mouth” or allowing herself pleasure on “Cocoon,” the singer whispers and clicks her way to ecstasy slowly, deliberately. –Marc Masters, Listen: Lightning Bolt: “Dracula Mountain”, What a dumb name for this album. Röyksopp! After years of forcing her will via dog-maddening squeals and beats that could turn Pluto into powder, Björk holds her armies back while exalting carnal desire with the godliness of Marvin Gaye. Buy: Rough Trade (Pitchfork earns a commission from purchases made through affiliate links on our site.) –Tom Breihan, My Morning Jacket probably could’ve remade At Dawn over and over again and still ended up with the same font size on festival bills. That unshakeable notion that you’re going to feel like a 17-year-old no matter what your driver’s license may say! So along with the expertly delivered elegiac statements of self-importance like “December 4th” and “My 1st Song,” we had haughtily antisocial hardhead anthems like “PSA” and “Threat.”, Musically, The Black Album distills The Blueprint’s dusty widescreen soul into something harder, more simplistic, and more stadium-ready. Look at what follows it, and the backhanded buzzword for naysayers and disgruntled fans is “professional.”, is, to this point in her career, the last time that Chan Marshall has sounded like the Cat Power most admire—the doe-eyed waif gifted with an awkward poetic grace and burdened with world-weary wisdom. Nominally a withdrawal into Lekman’s most provincial fantasies, Kortedala lets insularity become a Trojan horse for globalization—after all, Gothenburg is a place where national indie-pop heroes argue over tennis about Christina Aguilera remixes. –Ian Cohen, 2 Many DJs ushered in the anything-goes, nothing-matters, shuffle-meltdown vibe of ’00s parties, blogs, and DIY remixers, and some have never forgiven them. He was 69 and passed suddenly on December … It’s metal if the fans traded their pentagrams for smiley faces. –Tom Breihan, Before there were a thousand articles about the “Montreal scene” or a string of side projects by the band’s busy members, there was simply Wolf Parade’s debut, an unabashedly open-hearted collection of offbeat instrumentation—yes, that is a Theremin on “Same Ghost Every Night”—and timeless melodies delivered by the group’s dueling shivery frontmen. Still, Beck was routinely acclaimed for his clever, scrappy assemblages and committed crooning about the salesgirls at J.C. Penney; when he released Sea Change—an earnest, unfussy breakup record, sung loudly and without affect—it felt like a revelation, or, at the very least, a crack in the façade. Lil Wayne’s most recent truly great mixtape should probably be remembered as the one that forced its stoned creator to look outside rap if he wanted to get much higher. 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