Who no longer have the attention span nor the courage to rally round the turntable and to produce music that they might actually listen to. So the more schlock that's produced and distributed, the more I'm going to listen to the Velvet Underground, Van Morrison, Big Star, Love, The Pixies, The Clash, Bob Dylan, Pavement, and many other bands that aren't the quick fix of music methadone, but rather are the longtime habit of pure, clean, and awe inspiring narcotic high. So give me liberation and let the wandering ascetic soul of wet-dream Rock and Roll, free us from the coma that is commercially apathetic factory music. My real Top 5 is farther down. I'm not pleased that he sometimes sides with the bullies, but my piece was about the genius not the bullying.
Sampladelic pranksters make house groove of the year.
Blur let me know one of my favorite bands of the '90s wasn't backing down. OutKast somehow managed to showcase five distinct rapping styles into one amazing polyrhythmic joint. I have been waiting for. From rehab, the ODB phoned in an absolutely nonsensical vocal hook that somehow became one of the catchiest things I heard all year. You can never say this boy's an amateur.