When I started writing about music semi-professionally, my biggest concern was the degree to which I could be critical about bands that I enjoy. I was scared of over-valuing the familiar, ending up the type of writer who enjoys more of the same. These days, though, I’m more concerned about the opposite: of over-valuing novelty, of prioritizing the thrill of discovery.
A look back at the albums that struck a chord with me this past year.
“Wrecking Ball” achieves what amazing pop songs should: it rephrases the familiar and makes it novel again, allowing us to draw straight lines from the notes to our lives. (Plus: more of my top songs of 2013.)
Beyoncé ruined my year-end essay.
When you stop and think about it, comparing albums from January and February with those in November and December might not make all that much sense anymore (if it ever did).
Reflektor’s collision of familiarities, arty pretentions, lengthy tracks, unwillingness to explain itself (and the winks it delivers when it seems to)… amounts to an album that, while rarely a difficult listen, rejects easy understanding.
Photos, thoughts and feelings from Halifax’s most epic of music extravaganzas.