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It’s finally here, folks — the top 10 list I have been trying so valiantly to complete (hey, it’s hard to do these write-ups!). It is probably not earth-shattering in any way, but it certainly does represent my listening trends over the past 12 months and might even introduce you to something you haven’t heard before. Comments are welcome!

10. SCHOOL OF LANGUAGE, Sea From Shore (Thrill Jockey)

Peter Brewis of Field Music, whose Tones of Town made it to the top of my list last year, is back with a new project. School of Language’s debut album is strange and quirky (the four-part “Rockist” certainly assures that much) but also features some great poppy numbers like “Poor Boy” and “Disappointment ‘99″. Every time you listen to it, something different stands out: you have to listen to it many times over to realise everything that it has to offer, and that cements its status as one of the top albums of the year.

Review: March 2008
Listen to Disappointment ‘99

9. THE BURNING HELL, Happy Birthday (weewerk)

The Burning Hell are awesome because they simultaneously don’t take themselves too seriously and take themselves very seriously. Mathias Kom’s earnest baritone is, well, serious, but he uses it to sing about dinosaurs, zombies and other playful subjects; the closing number involves him singing about his iconic ukulele. This is a band that isn’t afraid to appear whimsical (and they do, on several occasions) but Happy Birthday is also a lesson in how to play with a giant Broken-Social-Scene-sized ensemble and still make the music sound intimate and well-rehearsed.

Review: January 2008
Listen to Municipal Monarchs

8. THE MOUNTAIN GOATS, Heretic Pride (4AD)

I’ve always admired John Darnielle’s songwriting, and Heretic Pride is no reason to quit. Of course, the album features his trademark nasal vocal style, which admittedly gets to be a bit annoying on the title track particularly, but there’s also something about that style that fits perfectly with his abstract lyrics and occasionally jerky guitar. There’s some almost ethereal work on Heretic Pride too, though: songs like “San Bernardino”, featuring strings, and “Sept 15, 1983″, songs which remind you just how talented Darnielle really is and why he deserves a place on this list. (Well — that, and he has a song called “Michael Myers Resplendent,” which should be a bye into the top 10 no matter what!)

Review: April 2008
Listen to Sax Rohmer #1

7. LONGWAVE, Secrets Are Sinister (Original Signal)

I have Adam to thank for this one. I wasn’t familiar with Longwave’s work until 2008, so Secrets Are Sinister is the only album of theirs that I’ve heard in its entirety. Really, the best adjective for this record is “tight” — very together, very well put together, and very hard-driving. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been listening to it in the season of snow, but it seems curiously to sound like a wintry album without resorting to clichés. “Sirens in the Deep Sea” is a well-chosen opening track, and the whole thing feels a bit like a film distilled into musical form: a perfect flow from start to finish.

Listen to Sirens in the Deep Sea

6. THE BICYCLES, Oh No, It’s Love (Fuzzy Logic)

Before you jump up and call bias (I was on this record as a member of the horn section), I’ll remind you that I had no part in the actual writing or creation of this album, and so I think it’s fair game! The Bicycles’ sophomore record is much more mature and varied than their bubblegum-pop debut album, and the myriad list of guests (including Basia Bulat, Bob Egan, Laura Barrett and Dan Werb) fleshes out the foursome’s collection of musical ideas. At 19 tracks, the album runs just under 38 minutes — a testament to the tight, poppy esthetic the band still maintains. Oh No, It’s Love is simultaneously a fun, playful record and a slick rock collection, and finds its niche comfortably in between; again, the only thing wrong with this record is track 16, the unfunny, awkward comedy interlude (1:03) that disrupts the flow and holds the dubious honour of being the only track that needs skipping.

Review: November 2008
Listen to End of a Good Thing

5. DAVID BYRNE & BRIAN ENO, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today (self-released)

When you pair up two musical luminaries such as these, the unexpected will usually come to pass. So it is with Everything That Happens, a long (long, long)-awaited follow-up to 1981’s collaboration My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. That album was quite experimental, using “found objects”, strange samples, and other such interesting sounds; this album is quite conventional by comparison. Some songs even lean toward the singer-songwriter style, such as “My Big Nurse” — but still manages to incorporate enough inventiveness not to be dismissed outright. Curious piano riffs and odd vocal styles (“I Feel My Stuff”), understated downtempo songs (title track) and decidedly new wave influences come together in a sort of mishmash of sounds to create a slick, well-produced, and very interesting record. It’s not as weird or inaccessible as Bush of Ghosts, but this is a positive: Byrne & Eno have made a record that it is nearly impossible to dislike.

Review: October 2008
Listen to Home

4. HAYDEN, In Field & Town (Hardwood)

The best thing about Hayden is that his songs have a curious way of sounding like home, no matter where that might be or how long it has been since you were there. In Field & Town has a quiet humility about its tracks, which are unpretentious and charming to the end; when he played at Massey Hall with Cuff the Duke as his backing band, opening for Feist, the stage was set up to look like a cluttered living room, complete with rugs, a few lopsided table lamps, and even some dishes strewn on top of keyboards (just like his album cover, which is among my favourites). This album floats into your ears and waits for you to realise that it is worth keeping around; nothing is forced, and everything is perfect.

Listen to Damn This Feeling

3. SAM ROBERTS, Love at the End of the World (Secret Brain)

If Secrets Are Sinister was a winter album, then this is definitely one for summer. Sam Roberts has always had that breezy summer feel about his songs, and Love at the End of the World shows him at the top of his writing game; tunes like “Detroit ‘67″ and “Them Kids” just make you want to dance around in fields. “Lions of the Kalahari” and the title track are like the impending summer sunset, a little calmer but no less thrilling. Roberts has crafted an engaging record once again, and one that is immaculately produced to boot. It’ll be a long time before I’m tired of this.

Review: June 2008
Listen to Detroit ‘67

2. JUSTIN RUTLEDGE, Man Descending (Six Shooter)

My top two albums were a tough contest, and Man Descending sat in the number 1 spot for a long time before I finally made up my mind. That alone should tell you how good this record is! Justin Rutledge’s music is usually best listened to after dark, preferably near to midnight; it is calm and beautiful and intimate without being vacuous or boring. Everything about this album is understated, and Rutledge’s voice — smooth as honey — covers everything in a layer of softness. Although it’s by definition a country or roots record, there’s no hoedown or overt twanginess present here — instead, a very solid folk element, some nighttime campfire sounds, and a collection of beautiful lyrics. I can’t think of anything wrong with this record: maybe it should have been a tie!

Listen to Greenwich Time

1. ELLIOTT BROOD, Mountain Meadows (Six Shooter)

It’s a tough thing, choosing the best record of the year. I can’t say I have a remotely unbiased view, considering I heard a pretty small number of new albums in 2008. I can’t say that one winner really stood out at the beginning of all this, either — but out of the mess of good records, mediocre ones, and unmentionables, and out of the scrap between spots 1 and 2, a winner did emerge, and that was Mountain Meadows. This record is a mishmash of all kinds of sounds, from the Rutledge style of quiet folk to the rollicking piano-led hoedown of “Woodward Avenue,” from soaring build (“Fingers and Tongues”) to simple singable tunes (“Without Again”). There is very little that Elliott Brood has not thrown forth on this album, but it comes out as a cohesive whole instead of a collection of parts. Mark Sasso’s trademark raspy voice races through the songs, completely unrestrained (his entrance on “Woodward Avenue” is particularly striking!) and it’s unique touches like these that separate Elliott Brood from the rest of the country bands out there. They do what they want — and if what they want always sounds like this, count me in.

Listen to Fingers and Tongues and Woodward Avenue

Hope all of your holidays are going magnificently; another list or two is forthcoming and then it’s back to business as usual. Take care!

Tags: brian eno, david byrne, elliott brood, hayden, justin rutledge, longwave, sam roberts, school of language, the bicycles, the burning hell, the mountain goats

Oh man, I have so many posts to write! This one’s a bit late in coming, too, so the others are going to get bumped back a bit. Sorry … I’ve got Lazy Blogger Syndrome lately, it seems.

Anyway, if you’ve been reading this blog since the get-go you’re aware of my great love for Field Music. While they are quite regrettably on some kind of band hiatus (a concept invented mainly to torment music fans), the members are still keeping themselves busy with other projects; School of Language is one of these. Mainly a solo venture for guitarist David Brewis, the School is a tight power trio on the road, and rolled through Toronto last week for an excellent set at Sneaky Dee’s.

Kicking off the show was Toronto outfit Pants and Tie, delivering a rollercoaster set of tunes that spanned a myriad of genres. Vocalist Mark Colborne belted and squeaked and hollered his way through the night, supported by excellent sampling, keys, guitar and bass work by the remaining two musicians. Some of the songs were a little off the mark (due in large part to arrangement), but when they were on, they were really on. A highlight was “Little Bird,” available for your listening pleasure on myspace.

Next up, another Toronto band by the name of The I Spies. I’ve seen them before, supporting indie-pop favourite Small Sins (some songs on their new record are co-penned by Sins’ frontman Thom D’Arcy); that was a great show, but nothing prepared me for this. I’ve rewritten this paragraph ten times and they all sounded like pretentious indie music reviewers who inject adjectives everywhere to make themselves sound good, so all I’m going to say is, they were spot-on. Every song. As some people would say, they “rocked my face off”; comparisons could be drawn to the Who at their best, and “In the Night” was absolutely fantastic. At the end of their set I kind of felt like just sitting there and staring, because it was so unexpectedly ON. I’m definitely making a point of seeing them more often. I picked up their new album, released March 11; so far, it’s just as good.

And finally, the band of the night … Sunderland’s School of Language, quirky and awkward and absolutely fantastic. David Brewis – a man who could use a good sandwich – recorded the SOL’s debut album Sea From Shore by himself, playing all the instruments and sequencing everything with a laptop. Consequently, it sounds deliciously weird and choppy, and occasionally disjointed; however, the two musicians he’s taking on tour with him ironed out the songs well, translating them admirably to a live setting. “Disappointment ‘99″ and “Poor Boy” sounded exactly like the Futureheads when performed on stage (not surprising, as his brother and fellow Field Music member Peter Brewis was among the original members); “The Rockist” bookended the set, and a Roxy Music cover featured somewhere in the middle. Requests for Field Music and Tortoise covers weren’t honoured, but for the best, likely; Sea From Shore provides great material on its own and Brewis is sagely trying to distance himself from the other projects he and SOL members have been previously involved with.

Brewis himself is a talented songwriter and guitarist, but a very humble and softspoken one; a very British “thank you very much indeed” followed every song, and conversations with him post-show yielded slightly shy acknowledgments of compliments, both from me and other people in the audience. He seemed almost reluctant to agree that Sea From Shore was a great album, but was quite excited about having been able to schedule a date in Toronto; “another gig in Pennsylvania or Ohio would really just have depressed me!”

They may not be Field Music, but that seems to be Brewis’ objective; to show that yes, there are other things he can do. Of course there are countless similarities, but School of Language seems a bit more open to experimentation and doing things that might just be called “weird” in the prog-pop frame. And with a talented group of musicians like that, they can very well do so. We need more of you, David Brewis; come back soon.

Tags: pants and tie, school of language, the i spies