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Monday, December 30, 2013

MY 2013 YEAR END LIST

AROUND THE TRENDS

Ten things in music I liked about 2013


by Matt Ashare |  
Published December 31, 2013 http://www.newsadvance.com/the_burg/music/pop_rocks/


THE HOT SEAT: Lady Gaga delivered spectacle in 2013
Another year, another amorphous chorus of mixed messages about the so-called “state” of music, as if were actually possible to capture something so elusive in anything resembling its natural state. Back in March, David Lowery turned up on NPR’s “On the Media” to discuss some of the issues he addresses as part of “The Trichordist,” a website dedicated to “Artists for An Ethical and Sustainable Internet.” The erstwhile Virginia-based producer, longtime frontman of the bands Camper Van Beethoven and Cracker, and current a lecturer at the University of Georgia, suggested that the old business paradigm, dominated by monolithic major labels, really wasn’t all that bad, which is interesting coming from a guy who had his share of dust ups with the powers- that-be back in the day.
More recently, David Byrne, whose Luaka Bop label was once a part of Warner Bros., published “How Music Works,” a collection of essays in which he waxes somewhat nostalgic for the days when a corporate entity like Sire Records (which was also part of the Warner Group) would invest its resources in a left-of-center CBGB’s band like his own Talking Heads. In other words, now that these once-insurgent artists have gotten a look at the future of music, the past doesn’t look half bad.
         On the other hand, 2013 was also the year that Amanda Palmer celebrated her crowdfunding coup by delivering a TED Talk on the many virtues of tweeting, blogging, and otherwise interfacing directly with fans on the Internet. In 2012, she’d set a new record by raising over a million dollars in individual contributions on Kickstarter to record her second album, “Theatre Is Evil.” So, she’s understandably less concerned about the state of music than some of her peers.
Of course, when conversation turns to the state of music, what’s usually at issue is the state of the music industry, which has always been governed by rather arbitrary rules — copyright law, for example — that benefit some at the expense of others. There’s no doubt that technology — particularly in the digital realm — has been a game changer for the entertainment industry over the past decade, not to mention the last year. Whether or not it’s been a force for good or for evil remains up for debate. But, while the medium can be the message, more often than not technology, even in the face of cultural skirmishes, is essentially neutral: it’s really more a matter of how we choose to make use of evolving modes of consumption and communication that makes the biggest difference. By that measure, 2013 belongs to the comic Norwegian brother act Ylvis, whose surreal “The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)” went mega-viral on YouTube and turned out to be this year’s “Gangnum Style.” I guess that means we should be on the lookout for a big ad featuring Vergard and Bård Ylvisåker shilling pistachios when Superbowl XVLIII takes to the air on February 2.
In the meantime, the proverbial beat goes on as artists continue to make music that weaves itself into the fabric of daily life in a manner that can be at once surprising and familiar; comforting and disruptive; ridiculous and sublime. It’s all good, even if not really all good. And, since there were far too many albums than I could justify paring down to a simple top ten, I’ve opted this year for a list of ten categories that feel like they capture something essential about the state of music in 2013. 

POP ART OR ARTPOP?: Arcade Fire can do both.  
1) ARTPOPPERY:  Arcade Fire “Reflektor” + Atoms for Peace “AMOK” —Lady Gaga, in her infinite ambition, may have twisted the Warholian idea of “Pop Art” into a multi-media marketing campaign that fuses the virtues of art with the baser nature of accessibility, but she’s not the first to play at that game (see David Bowie, below). And, while it may be more apt to place Arcade Fire’s expansive, retro-futuristic double concept album “Reflektor,” as well as Radiohead head Thom Yorke’s new Atoms for Peace missive “AMOK” in the category of what older folks once called prog- or art-rock, artpop seems a fair enough designation. Both bands flexed their considerable creative muscle and challenged loyal fans to accept a modicum of experimentation, while offering just enough in the way of infectious grooves and melodies to make the trip worth the effort. 
        
REBEL BELLE: Kacey Musgraves 
2) AMERICANA WITH ATTITUDE: Kacey Musgraves “Same Trailer, Different Park” + Natalie Maines “Mother” — Nashville’s Music Row has long been one of the most conservative corners of the mainstream music industry, which has admittedly bred quite a bit of vapid, predictable, middle-of-the-road product over the years. But it’s also fostered plenty of rebels and outlaws because, well, you gotta have rules before you can break them. Kacey Musgraves, a 25-year-old Texas-bred singer-songwriter who self-released three albums and appeared on the USA Network’s “Nashville Star” competition before signing to Mercury Records, may have rewritten the script for what’s acceptable on Music Row with “Same Trailer, Different Park,” a homespun yet crisply produced album of rather-trad tunes with more than a touch of twangy bluegrass that, among other transgressions, exclaims, “Make lots of noise/Kiss lots of boys/Or kiss lots of girls if that’s something you’re into,” and offers this vision of small-town life: “Mama’s hooked on Mary Kay/Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane/And Daddy’s hooked on Mary two doors down.” And Dixie Chick Natalie Maines moved away from straight country toward something more along the lines of Sheryl Crow’s rootsier side on “Mother,” an album of covers that delivers a devastating version of its Pink Floyd title cut that was originally recorded to raise money for the falsely imprisoned West Memphis Three.

RELATIVE COOL: The formidable sisters of Haim
3) GRRRL GROUPINGS: Haim “Days Are Gone” + Savages “Silence Yourself” — Trending retro in ways that were fashionably unfashionable in 2013, the California sister act Haim and the London-based grrrl group Savages drew on very different aspects of the ’80s on two of the year’s more promising debuts. With formidable musical chops, Haim fashioned their sly hooks around the funked-up rock of Prince’s Revolution and the kind smooth r&b grooves that Quincy Jones used to catapult Michael Jackson into the stratosphere, all without a trace of tongue-in-cheek irony. The aptly named Savages zeroed in on the post-punk nihilism of John Lydon’s Public Image Limited, the raw scrape of Joy Division, and the primal wail of Siouxsie and the Banshee, with a surplus of attitude and stark androgynous look to complete the package.

POP ART: David Bowie appropriates himself on The Next Day
4) HAPPY RETURNS: David Bowie “The Next Day” + Elvis Costello and the Roots “Wise Up Ghost” — One of the original purveyors of “artpop” and a major influence on Lady Gaga’s latest vocal affectations, David Bowie was apparently in a self-reflective state of mind when he set out to record his first solo album in a decade, and his 24th overall. With cover art copped from his own art-rock classic, 1977’s “Heroes,” and a single (“Where Are We Now?”) that sifts through images from his years in Berlin, “The Next Day” goes a long way toward recapturing past glories without necessarily repeating them. Bowie’s almost always interesting, but it’s been quite some time since he’s sounded this immersed in a musical project. And, what frankly seemed like something of a novelty collaboration between Elvis Costello and the Roots turned out to be a surprisingly solid collection of songs that deploy the hip-hop science of loops and sampling in a way that’s oddly reminiscent of Costello’s ambitiously orchestrated 1982 masterpiece “Imperial Bedroom.”

OLD SCHOOL RULES: Pearl Jam kicked out the analog jams
5) GUARDIANS OF GRUNGE: Dave Grohl’s “Sound City” + Pearl Jam “Lightning Bolt” —  An homage to the famed and now defunct studio where Nirvana recorded “Nevermind,” “Sound City” was both a loving documentary directed by Foo Fighter frontman/former Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl and a soundtrack featuring the Sound City Players, a remarkably diverse group of artists with various connections to the Northridge, CA studio. You get everyone from Stevie Nicks and Rick Springfield, to Queens of the Stone Age’s Josh Homme and Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor, to Sir Paul McCartney backed by the three surviving members of Nirvana, all on an album of new material that serves as a visceral reminder that, on some level, they all share a certain common creative ground. As for Pearl Jam’s “Lightning Bolt” — their tenth studio album since 1991’s chartbusting “Ten” — it’s simply a straightforwardly stripped-down reminder that there’s still plenty of room for an unabashedly analog band in our brave new digital world.  

MOODY BLUES: The National embrace the darkness
6) INDIE ROCKS: The National “Trouble Will Find Me” + Superchunk “I Hate Music” — Nobody does nonchalantly dark, world-wearily romantic, or elegantly debauched quite as well as the Cincinnati-by-way-of-Brooklyn band the National. “Trouble Will Find Me,” an apt description of the persona Matt Berninger projects as the deep-voiced singer of the National, isn’t so much a departure for the band as it is a further distillation of the moody blues they revel in. There’s also some wistful romanticism on “I Hate Music,” the searingly melodic tenth album from North Carolina indie stalwarts Superchunk. You can’t blame singer/guitarist Mac McCaughan for screaming “I hate music” on the album’s title cut — as the founder of the longstanding indie label Merge Records, with bandmate and bassist Laura Balance, he’s probably been subjected to more than his fair share of noise. But, “I Hate Music” is, in its own peculiar way, a love letter to a DIY ethos that Superchunk helped create in the early ’90s.  

KANYE'S YEEZUS: No title required
7) DYSTOPIAN HIP-HOP: Kanye West “Yeezus” + Pusha T “My Name Is My Name” — Rappers aren’t just measured by their flow, their beats, or the number of units they’re able to move. It’s also about empire building, creating a brand bigger than one’s self, and moving the form forward in some notable way. Kanye (do we even need the West anymore?) has done all of the above. His “Yeezus” is one of the strangest hip-hop blockbusters in recent memory, with its maximal minimalist soundscapes, its fractured beats, and its often impenetrably dark sensibility. But that wasn’t all Kanye had cooking in 2013: having helped boost former Clipse member Pusha T’s status as a solo rapper through a guest spot on 2010’s “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy,” West stepped in as executive producer for T’s debut, “My Name Is My Name,” which along with “Yeezus” ranks as one of the more compelling and intriguing commercial hip-hop albums of the year.

THE REAL DEAL: 17-year-old Lorde 
8) THE YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS: Lorde “Pure Heroine” + Earl Sweatshirt “Doris” — As difficult as it may or may not be for new artists to find firm footing these days (as opposed to the good old days of major-label hegemony), there’s still plenty of evidence to suggest that just being really really crazy talented, inspired, and/or unique does have its advantages. Lorde is a wickedly precocious 17-year-old singer-songwriter from New Zealand, born Ella Marie Lani Yelich-O’Connor (thus the stage name), who has a remarkable gift for finding rough-hewn beauty in the mundane realities of daily life, and a strikingly confident voice that’s rarely accompanied by more than a sleek beat and a few backing racks on “Pure Heroine.” There are lots of singers sweating it out in an effort to capture the ’tweenage experience — I won’t mention names — but Lorde does it effortlessly, and with quite a bit more depth. An even odder oddball, 18-year-old Earl Sweatshirt emerged as a part of an LA indie hip-hop collective known as Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, released a mixtape filled with horrorcore fantasies in 2010, and then disappeared for a year, during which “Free Earl” t-shirts starting showing up in LA. His debut is a schizoid affair that, while reminiscent of the fantasy scenarios and just plain out-there soundscapes of the early Wu-Tang Clan, stands on its own as the next strangest thing to “Yeezus.”   


CROTCH SHOT: Miley Cyrus skews sexy
9) POP SPECTACLE: Miley Cyrus “Bangerz” + Lady Gaga “Artpop” — Not going to waste too much time here on the actual music, since both Miley and Gaga are more about making a scene or a splash than crafting a tune. And, Miley may have one-upped Gaga in 2013, with her white-girl twerks and that hilarious VMA stunt making nasty with a big Styrofoam finger (not to mention Robin Thicke). But Haus of Gaga has almost surely been hard at work, dreaming up something even bigger than the ArtRave extravaganza she staged to celebrate the arrival of “Artpop.” So there should be plenty more spectacle to feed on from both Miley and Gaga as we move on in to 2014.

10) BLASTS FROM THE PAST: Bob Dylan “Another Self Portrait” + The Clash “Sound System” — Yet another mysterious period of Dylan’s mysterious career has at least been partially unshrouded with the repackaged, remastered, and almost completely reconfigured “Another Self Portrait,” a two-disc set that draws on a pair of albums from 1970: “Self Portrait” and “New Morning.” If nothing else, it serves as a timely reminder that Dylan has always lived inside the Great American Songbook, that he’s always been an enigma, and that some of us will never tire of probing into the heart of Dylan’s darkness.  And then there are those of us who will forever wish that the Clash had stuck around for more than just the five albums they released from 1977-1982. The late great Joe Strummer’s main partner in crime, guitarist Mick Jones, has remastered all five discs for a ginormous set that also includes three discs of bonus rarities, a DVD or archival footage, reprints of a fanzine the band published, stickers, pins, buttons, and a set of Clash dogtags, all wrapped up in a package that looks like an old-school boombox. It’s one of the year’s best arguments in favor of the CD — streaming the audio just ain’t the same as owning the damn thing.     

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Xmas list


Happy holidaze: a Christmas playlist

By: MATT ASHARE |

'Tis the season to be, well, lots of things. Overwhelmed by family obligations, annoyed by numbing doses of holiday muzak streaming from the speakers at just about every big-box chain (I'm not naming names here), and let's just say "bemused" by the presence of so many jolly, white-bearded Santas in so, so many car commercials (a particular pet peeve of mine). Don't worry, I'm not going to go off on a dated rant about the commodification of Christmas or get all scrooged up about the long lines at Target or the alarming abundance of subpar, made-for-tv holiday movies that have been cutting into my obsessive viewing of "Criminal Minds" reruns (Patinkin or Montegna?: sometimes I just can't decide. . .). Instead, I've been hunkered down in my music bunker (it's a virtual space: I haven't gotten around to building the actual one just yet), putting together a nostalgic little playlist for my holidaze.
       No, I haven't uploaded it to Spotify just yet. Maybe next year. Until then, here are my ten picks for an admittedly old-school, punk rock-leaning Chrismukkah that I might actually foist on my friends if I'm feeling particularly fiendish this weekend. . .

1) The Sex Pistols, "Holidays In the Sun" (1977).
       I realize that Johnny Rotten wasn't thinking mistletoe or candy canes or silent nights when he laid down the sneering vocals for the Pistols fourth incendiary single and what would be the opening track on the band's only proper studio album, Never Mind the Bullocks. No, he was contemplating a "cheap holiday in other people's misery," channeling nuclear anxieties ("I didn't ask for sunshine and I got World War III"), and, if I'm not mistaken, commenting on the boom/bust cycles of economic bubbles ("I wanna see some history/'cuz now I've got a reasonable economy"). Any of that sound familiar?
      
2) Dead Kennedys, "Holiday In Cambodia" (1980).
       Not sure if this was intended as an answer to the Sex Pistols, but how could it not have been? Against an eerie surf-punk guitar riff, DKs singer Jello Biafra works himself into a characteristically caustic frenzy over the unintended consequences of a protracted overseas war that caused a lot of consternation here on the homefront and didn't necessarily accomplish what it was meant to. Again, sound familiar?

3) The Ramones, "Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)" (1989).
       Okay, so the Ramones were well past their prime by the time they recorded this little holiday nugget for Brain Drain (a/k/a the "Pet Cemetery" album). But they were still more than capable of cranking up the distortion and putting their own stamp on the holidays with the late Joey doing his best to croon couplets like, "All the children are tucked in their beds/Sugar-plum fairies dancing in the heads/Snowball fighting, it's so exciting baby/Yeah, yeah, yeah. . ." Plus, the title really is so perfectly Ramones.

4) The Pogues, "Fairytale of New York" (1987).
       Original Pogues frontman Shane McGowan still had most of his teeth when he sparred with Brit-pop singer Kirsty MacColl in this epic holiday duet by this Irish rock group who artfully split the difference between punk attitude and traditional Celtic folk. "You were handsome/You were pretty/Queen of New York City/When the band finished playing/They yelled out for more," goes the back and forth between the two young lovers, before bittersweet memories lead the two to conclude, "Happy christmas your arse/I pray god it's our last." But there's a kind of redemption in the end as McGowan proudly declares, "And the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay/And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day."

5) The Kinks, "Father Christmas" (1977).
       Ray and Dave Davies must have been plugged into the same juice the class of ’77 punks were powered by when they delivered this angry yet melodic salvo written from the point of view of a couple of beggar boys. "Father Christmas/Give us some money/Don't mess around with those silly toys/We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over/We don't want your bread so don't make us annoyed," goes the chorus. And in the last verse, the singer comes right out and asks Father Christmas (that's what they call Santa over in England, or so I've been told) to give his "daddy a job." Kinda rings true this holiday season.

6) Keith Richards, "Run Rudolph Run" (1978).
       Long before he convened the X-pensive Winos, Keith took a break from the Stones to deliver his first solo recording as a Christmas present of sorts. It's just a straight-up version of the oft-covered Johnny Marks/Marvin Brodie novelty hit first popularized by Chuck Berry in ’58. Keith doesn't do anything fancy with the tune: he just sticks to the Berry blueprint and has an infectiously good time with it.

7) The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, "This Time of Year" (2007).
      The Bosstones may best be remembered for helping to ignite the ska-punk revival that, for better or worse, flashed and burned in the early-’90s. But they had a lesser-known talent for penning straightforwardly catchy, revved-up, melodic punk tunes like this seasonal salutation to being home for the holidays, hanging with old friends, and making the best out of the Christmas season. "There's crap, it's true," admits raspy voiced Dicky Barrett, "What can you do?/It's simply spending it with you/That keeps me looking forward to/Forward to this time of year." Exactly.

8) Frickin' A, "Merry Merry Merry Frickin' Christmas" (2004).
       They may be from Cincinnati, Ohio, but when the Red Sox won the World Series for the first time in like a hundred years back in 2004 after coming back from three games down to beat the Yankees in the ALCS, Frickin' A rose to the challenge and revised this already amusing Christmas send-up into a holiday gift to Red Sox Nation. So, after the Sox historic collapse in the final month of the 2011 season, I'll be consoling myself with lines like, "School's out/Christmas break/Back to Boston/The Red Sox in four straight." Next year. . .

9) The Raveonettes, "The Christmas Song" (2003).
       Almost embarrassed to admit that I found this little treasure on Music from The O.C.: Mix 3 — Have a Very Merry Chrismukkah. And I do wish that the Danish duo had opted for a less generic title for this moody little number — something like "I Wish that I Could Stay," as in "All the lights are coming on now/How I wish that it would snow now/I don't feel like going home now/I wish that I could stay." But it's a nice, bittersweet, slow-dance treat for the end of the night. . . or, of course, the early morning hours.

10) Lady Gaga, "Christmas Tree" (2009).
       Yes, I know the good Lady Gaga made headlines a few weeks back when she released her version of the Irving Berlin classic "White Christmas," replete with an extra verse she wrote herself because the original felt "too short." And maybe the new A Very Gaga Christmas would be a good way to close things out. But even with the extra rhymes, she plays "White Christmas" too straight. I much prefer the old, bad-grrrl Gaga, fa-la-la-la-la-laing about her own, ah, Christmas tree to the tune of a thumping techno-funk beat.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

BON IVER

Justin Vernon stops making sense on ‘Bon Iver, Bon Iver’

By The Burg Staff on Jul. 06, 2011
BY MATT ASHARE
MAN WITH A PLAN: Justin Vernon as Bon Iver
Heartbreak remains one of the more reliable muses for aspiring singer-songwriters — which, perhaps, is just another way of saying that the bar is set fairly high for artists intent on bearing their emotional scars to the world. Justin Vernon cleared that bar handily when, in 2007, he left the obscure Raleigh, N.C.-based band DeYarmond Edison, returned to his hometown of Eau Claire, Wisc., sequestered himself in his father’s hunting cabin, and poured his damaged soul into For Emma, Forever Ago. Credited to Bon Iver (allegedly an intentional misspelling/simplification of bon écrivain, French for “good writer”), the disc not only revealed Vernon to be a better than merely “good” songwriter in the indie-beardo vein of Iron & Wine’s scruffy Samuel Beam, it also hinted at his burgeoning talents as a producer capable of sculpting starkly captivating, if somewhat skewed, soundscapes as richly evocative as the plaintive falsetto he favors.
     Emma easily secured for Vernon/Bon Iver the status of critics’ darling. But it was an improbable invitation from rapper Kanye West, who wanted to sample a section of the Bon Iver tune “Woods” for the track “Lost In the World” on his 2010 disc My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, that put Bon Iver on a much larger stage. Literally. West subsequently brought Vernon into the studio to record additional vocal tracks. Then, at a 2010 NYC gig, West surprised fans who’d packed the Bowery Ballroom by having Vernon join him on “Lost In the World.“ Earlier this year, Vernon and West did it again in front of a much larger crowd — somewhere in the neighborhood of 40,000 — at the Coachella Festival in Indio, Calif.
     The exposure Vernon’s garnered for Bon Iver through West may go a long way toward explaining the anomalous position the new Bon Iver, Bon Iver attained on the Billboard “Top 200” sales chart last week. The disc hit the ground running at No. 2, right below Jill Scott’s The Light of the Sun. (To put that in some perspective, that put Bon Iver, Bon Iver a full six spots up from Lady Gaga’s Born This Way, which sold over a million copies when it hit the racks the last week of May.)
     Vernon hasn’t made any major concessions in the general direction of anything one might consider mainstream accessibility with Bon Iver on the new album. In fact, in many ways it’s a much stranger, if no less enchanting, beast than Emma, which had a backstory to ground it in something resembling a traditional narrative. It’s as if, having gotten “Emma” off his chest, Vernon’s found a more abstract muse and the poetic license to stop making sense. Here’s a sample verse, as posted on the Jagjaguwar blog, from the disc’s serenely textured opening track, “Perth”: “In a mother, out a moth/Furling forests for the soft/Gotta know been lead aloft/So I’m ridding all your stories/What I know, what it is, is pouring — wire it up!“
     Six of the disc’s ten tracks appear to be named for places real, like “Perth” and “Lisbon, OH,“ or imagined (“Minnesota, WI” and “Michicant”), but only one, the hushed, finger-picked, vaguely countrified “Holocene,“ actually mentions a specific locale (Milwaukee) in its lyrics.
The more straightforwardly titled “Towers,“ a jangly and at times even jaunty tune that puts a poppy twist on Bon Iver’s generally somber tone, delivers several arresting images (“Oh the sermons are the first to rest/Smoke on Sundays when you’re drunk and dressed/Out the hollows where the swallow nests”). But, good luck locating an allusion to anything that even approximates a tower.
     The reason behind Vernon’s rhymes may be a mystery, but from start to finish, Bon Iver, Bon Iver is more about creating mood than meaning. Vernon electronically pitch-shifts his multi-tracked falsetto just enough to give it a touch of the otherworldly. And, while many of the arrangements are spare, they’re never quite spartan. In fact, along with a number of familiar Bon Iver enablers, Vernon flew string arranger Rob Moose (the National, Antony and the Johnsons), pedal steel master Greg Leisz, and a horn section whose individual credits include playing with everyone from Tom Waits to the Arcade Fire into his Wisconsin studio to help vary the tone and texture of the recording. There are even times — the midsection of “Calgary,“ for one — when distorted guitars and a propulsive backbeat bring Bon Iver fairly close to sounding like a trad rock band. For a committed non-formalist like Vernon, that might constitute a major leap forward.
http://www.the-burg.com/blogit/entry/justin_vernon_stops_making_sense_on_bon_iver_bon_iver

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

New Year's Daze

Keefing it Real
A New Year's Eve playlist

"Happy," The Rolling Stones (from Exile On Main Street Deluxe Edition) — Thanks to Life, a memoir as bold, brash, and rakishly charming as his best riffs, it's been the season, if not the year, of Keith. When he took over the mic to proclaim, "I need a love to keep me happy" back in ’72, nobody thought he'd live to see the end of the decade. A full 38 years later, he's still going strong, and this signature song rings as true as ever.

"Help Me Mary," Liz Phair (from Exile In Guyville) — If Phair's Exile really were a song-by-song answer to the Stones' Exile then the match for "Happy" would be "Fuck and Run" — probably not the best strategy for a successful new year.  Better to celebrate tempering "hatred with peace" and weaving "disgust into fame," especially since Phair impressively channels Keith's loose yet propulsive chordings on this ultimately uplifting track.

"P.S.," Ryan Adams and the Cardinals (from III/IVI) — It's almost always worth looking to the past before moving forward into new year/decade. This rousing glam kiss-off came out of ’07’s Easy Tiger sessions. Why it's taken so long for alt-country's allegedly reformed king of dramedy to unburden himself of it is anybody's guess. Just glad to finally have it. 

"Ready to Start," The Arcade Fire (from The Suburbs) — The Grammy-bound Arcade Fire made a bit of history in 2010 by hitting #1 with an indie release. Win Butler never quite sounds like he's ready to bust a move — he's far to cerebral for that. But this instructive, upbeat ode to new beginnings rocks most of the moodiness out of him until he indeed resolves that he's "ready to start." 

"Not Afraid," Eminem (from Recovery) — Anyone who can go from Relapse to Recovery in the span of a year deserves props. Poised to overshadow The Arcade Fire and just about everyone else at the Grammys, the new Eminem made some major New Year's resolutions when last the the ball dropped. He may sound angry and defiant at the start of "Not Afraid," but before long he's apologizing (!!) and urging us all to take his hand and move into the future. Redemption, not to mention recovery, is, as Martha Stewart would say, a good thing.

"Just Dance," Lady Gaga feat. Colby O'Donis (from The Fame Monster) — Just because — because she brought spectacle to a new level and had a fashionably great time doing it. So just shut up and dance. It's New Year's eve. . .

"Wake Up Everybody," John Legend feat. the Roots (from Wake Up!) — Sure, the video plays a bit too much like a big-budget PSA and Legend's channeling of What's Going On-era Marvin Gaye comes off slightly stilted. But the Roots come to the rescue, grabbing the groove and then the mic to take this socio-political wake-up call places Gaye never had the chance to dream of.

"Daft Punk Is Playing At My House Tonight," LCD Soundsystem (from LCD Soundsystem) — With Daft Punk busy deflecting lukewarm reviews of their Tron Legacy soundtrack, it's not likely they'll be playing any house parties over the holidays. LCD Soundsystem's electrofunk homage/send-up "Daft Punk Is Playing At My House Tonight" isn't just the next best thing, it's better. For best results, press play and repeat.

The Invisible Hand, "The Future of Music" (from The Invisible Hand) — It just wouldn't be right not to celebrate something Charlottesville as we ring in the new year, and The Invisible Hand have all the makings of the future of the local scene, if not quite the future of music. Angular melodies, hyperkinetic drums, gloriously noisy guitars, and a frontman who sings with the kind of passionate intensity Yeats would approve of. Give it a shot.

"Fake Empire," The National (from Boxer) — Until something better comes along, every New Year's Eve should end with "Fake Empire," an epic ode to staying out "super late" that begins as a slow dance and gradually gains a glorious kind of momentum. By the time the lights go out, Matt Berninger is crooning "No thinking for a little while" as the horns kick in and the drummer drives off into the rising sun.