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Ladies and gentlemen… WEEZER!
It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Every Oasis album ranked.
Smells like Nirvana…
Interpol. Always a ray of sunshine and a barrel of laughs…
I have always had a vague, white guy fondness for hip-hop but listening to Romesh Raganathan’s excellent podcast on the subject has reawakened a long dormant passion for all things rap. Eminem is an artist I don’t listen to loads any more but he is undoubtedly the reason I listened to hip-hop in the first place and also the rap artist that I have listened to the most. This post was supposed to coincide with Em’s latest album Revival but I am lazy so it hasn’t. Amazingly, I haven’t done one of these articles since October 2016 when I tackled the Bright Eyes back catalogue. I reckon this one is overdue…
Music is universal. There are, however, nuances and details that attract different people to different aspects of the art of song. Some people are drawn to the music themselves whilst others are infatuated by lyrical proficiency. Some like minimal sonic soundscapes whereas others just want to dance. I’d like to think that all those elements have influenced my musical tastes over the years. All of this pales into insignificance when compared to the most fundamental reason for enjoying music however. Do they fucking mean it?
Music can be all things to all people. A shoulder to cry on, an old friend, or simply something to dance to. But can it also be a devil on your shoulder? There are certain artists who are so intertwined with teen angst that they feel like a rite of passage, part and parcel of coming of age.
Arcade Fire are one of that rare breed of bands who manage to maintain their cult status and independent spirit despite being a global success. Until their most recent album I would probably have said they are the best band in the world but Reflektor was huge misstep for an otherwise excellent band.