First off, I don’t have the most reliable memory. The things I do recall, appear in crystalline detail. The rest.. are often lose in the shuffle. So when I stumble upon an infatuation and find myself half-surprised to remember that I adored it the first go-round, there’s an impulse to write it down, now. So here goes.
Sean McCann – The Capital
This one is easy: it appeared in February (or was it March?) and I rode the train listening several days in a row thinking, goddamn this is right up my alley. The chaotic artwork is a relevant indicator here, since the album is a prismic burst of epic slides shot through with hairy analog detail. String quartets and pockmarked vinyl and falling stars color the arresting psych-drone landscapes McCann has cultivated and I feel better every time I listen.
For fans of: Oneohtrix Point Never, The Caretaker, The Fun Years, Fennesz
Alvarius B. – Baroque Primativa
Well holy shit, this felt like a comforting slap to the face. It’s a fucked up, gorgeous folk spine tingler from Alan Bishop of Sun City Girls, an album I couldn’t be happier to repeat as often as necessary. Plus, the cover is an artful arrangement of nude women!
For fans of: Sun City Girls, Bob Dylan, Elliot Smith, Loren Connors
[EDIT: Oops! I didn’t mean to post this unfinished. More forthcoming!]