Words: Christopher Laramee
Eduard Artemyev – Solaris: Music From The Original Motion Picture By Andrei Tarkovsky (Superior Viaduct)
Finally available after years in the wilderness, this classic of hissing synth washes and choral madness is THE reissue of the year, no doubt. The best sci-fi soundtrack of all time.
Various Artists – I Am The Center: Private Issue New Age Music In America 1950-1990 (Light in the Attic)
Light In The Attic continues to prove their steez as one of the best reissue labels on the planet. The beautiful packaging and the blasted drool contained in the grooves hits all the sweet spots. Essential if for no other reason than exposing folks to Michael Stearns’ jaw-dropping Planetary Unfolding album from 1985, this gem also includes heavy hitters from Iasos, Laraaji, and Constance Demby, amongst other treats. OMMMMMMM…….
7 Days of Funk – 7 Days of Funk (Stones Throw)
Snoopzilla (nee-DOGG) and boogie king Dam Funk together for a whole album? YES PLEASE. This one fullfills all expectations easily and is Snoop’s best foot forward since Dre’s The Chronic 2001. Smooth? I’m still on the floor as I type this.
Hawkeyes – Poison Slows You Down (Meat Tooth Recordings And Snacks)
The four-guitar, bass and drums instrumental wall of fuck from Kitchener/Waterloo’s Hawkeyes made me breathe cement, and I liked it. Being epic and subtle with this much firepower at your disposal is a hell of a trick to pull off. Screw the stoner/doom tag, this is elemental ROCK of the highest order. Best thing to come out of Canada this year.
Ketamines – You Can’t Serve Two Masters (Mammoth Cave Recording Co. / Southpaw)
The other Canadian release that floated up above the rest was YCSTM. With more spit and snark from TO’s K-dawgs, this record’s a real clear shot of tunes, tunes and, yes, more tunes. If Hawkeyes made me breathe cement, these dudes made me inhale Scotchgard.
Carlton Melton – Four Eyes EP (Blackest Rainbow)
Oakland’s finest continue cloud-bursting on this four-song release for the great Blackest Rainbow label. Vistas. Smog. Glimpses of space through the streetlight. In a year when the word PSYCHEDELIC gets bandied about with worrying and unjustified frequency, here’s the real deal, people. HEADBANDS ON.
White Hills – So You Are, So You’ll Be (Thrill Jockey)
The latest effort from the hardest working band in America didn’t blow me away on first listens, but lately it’s been stapled to the turntable. Building on their strengths and using the studio to maximum effect, this one just takes off like a motherfucker, with Dave W’s guitars shearing the speakers AND ears of the listener. “The Internal Monologue” is the best pure drone whirl anyone put out this year. Kudos!
Stars of the Lid – The Ballasted Orchestra (Kranky)
Speaking of drone, here’s one of the greatest albums of the last 20 years, tweaked and brought up to speed. Anyone who “likes” atmospheric music, head music, DRONE stuff, if you don’t have this one already, well, check your papers. Don’t wanna Dad anyone, but come on, get with it! Your third eye will thank you!
The Cult Of Dom Keller – The Cult Of Dom Keller (Mannequin)
This one is a compilation of tracks from previously released CD-Rs. What really gets me is how well it hangs together as an album listen. The Cult Of Dom Keller is the best thing, along with Mugstar, Hookworms and precious few other groups, that the UK has issued forth in awhile. Their thing involves a dark and distorted wall of sound that doesn’t forget a certain melodic sense, while simultaneously making you realize most of the boring shit-gaze currently making the rounds is, well, shit. Brian Jonestown Massacre, Spacemen 3, et al, yeah, everyone’s doing it these days, but none anywhere near the quality these gents have. Buy now.
Krang – Rats Flying Planes (Self Released)
Duane Allman fucks with the BBC Radiophonic Workshop? A chance meeting of an eagle and a spaceship on a McDonalds rooftop? All this and more, my friends. Two tracks of hard broom-age that mos def make those cold prairie nights a little more tolerable. Hell, they’ll do it for you wherever you hang your hat. I smell their sweat on my tape.