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TMOT’s top 5 albums of 2011, in no particular order

1. Bon Iver, Bon Iver

Forget Emma, forget Kanye, forget the Grammys, forget the cabin in the woods. Jubilation is not apparent in Bon Iver, not at first. But how else could “Towers” be described? It’s a gorgeous love song, and despite the occasionally unintelligible lyrics, it exemplifies the album’s dreamy folk-rock atmosphere and gentle percussion. Soft-hearted hipsters will also rejoice at “Holocene,” one of the standout tracks. Above all, “Calgary” made me an enthusiatic fan of Justin Vernon: the song is a year in itself, and the album a lifetime.


2. Fionn Regan, 100 Acres of Sycamore

Fionn Regan, the man from another time — less frail than Nick Drake, more introspective than Bob Dylan — revived our modern backwater with his third full-length release. Receding from the sharper-edged songs on Shadow of an Empire (see “Violent Demeanour,” for instance), Fionn produced an album enriched by the economy of his sound. Though “For a Nightingale” and “100 Acres of Sycamore,” my favorites, were buoyed by a string accompaniment on the album, Fionn’s acoustic guitar is first and foremost on this capsule collection.


Fionn Regan at the Mercury Lounge on October 18, 2011. View the CLOG post here.


3. Noah & the Whale, Last Night on Earth

On Last Night on Earth, Noah & the Whale dressed to impress. The result is easily one of my favorite albums of all time. The slow smoldering perfection of “Wild Thing” threatens to overshadow the tracks that are more transparently exhuberant (“Tonight’s the Kind of Night”) and triumphantly nostalgic (“Give It All Back”). As impressive as Noah & the Whale’s last album was, the First Days of Spring was also a punch in the gut, and it’s something of a relief that the summer that followed was a celebration of being alive.


Noah & the Whale at Irving Plaza on June 18, 2011. View the CLOG post here.


4. Graham Wright, Shirts vs. Skins

Though Graham excelled with the bare-bones Lakes of Alberta EP — a folk concept album of heart-rending regret — this multi-talented Canadian brought a fuller pop-rock sound to his debut LP. “Heaven’s Just for Moviemakers” is delightfully catchy and furiously fast. I suspect that the word density is much higher on this song (and the album in general), though I haven’t done the math. “Soviet Race,” another standout track, taps into the sort of youthful nostalgia that surfaces throughout the album.


Graham Wright in Tokyo Police Club at the House of Vans on August 18, 2011. View the full CLOG post here.


5. Cults, Cults

Were the last 34 minutes a dream, or have I been awake this entire time? I first heard about Cults last year when they guested on the impeccable song “Sail it Slow” on the Guards EP (Chairlift’s Caroline Polacheck was featured on another track). The debut LP of this New York-based duo starts out strong with “Abducted” — a sleeper track that turns into a frenzy after about forty seconds. Dreamy like Chairlift, catchy beats like the xx, and sort of an 80′s pop haze over it all: what’s not to like?


TMOT’s top 5 songs of 2011, in no particular order

1. Bright Eyes, “Ladder Song” (from The People’s Key)

On the most recent Bright Eyes album, Conor Oberst took to the piano for this introspective ballad. Markedly different from “Shell Games,” the slick lead single from the album, or from the trademark Bright Eyes songs that threatened to tear apart the listener or Conor himself (see “Method Acting”), and a tranquil chord-changer compared with the flames engulfing the album cover, “Ladder Song” showcases the best of Conor’s lyrics and voice. (Read TMOT’s full album review here.)


Bright Eyes at Radio City Music Hall on March 9, 2011. View the full CLOG post here.


2. Alex Turner, “Stuck on the Puzzle” (from the Submarine OST)

The soundtrack for this indie film was a much-anticipated, surprising composition from the lead Arctic Monkey. Sounding more like a native of Tennessee than Sheffield, Alex may just have discovered a new vocation as an acoustic folk singer. While the other tracks on Submarine feature ghostly vocals, low-key guitar and subtle harmonies, “Stuck on the Puzzle” is driven by a powerful beat. I would imagine it playing during a slow dance at prom for hipsters.


3. Cass McCombs, “County Line” (from Wit’s End)

Having released two impeccable albums in 2011, Cass McCombs is shaping up to be the Ryan Adams of folk-rock. “County Line” was the first single from his first album this year (the second being Humor Risk), and this sleeper hit has it all: medium-high falsetto, vague hints of R&B, and a melody like a rocking boat.


4. Tokyo Police Club, “Under Control (The Strokes cover)” (from 10 Days, 10 Covers, 10 Years)

This year, my favorite Canadians participated in a gimmicky promotion, which they turned into a great idea. Recording ten cover songs from each of the last ten years, over the course of ten days, they turned this project into a multimedia feast (with live video feeds, guest musicians and generally awesome good cheer). It was inevitable that a young band so indebted to the Strokes would select a song from Room on Fire, and I was thrilled when they picked “Under Control.” The resulting mash-up is straight out of a dream.


5. Mathieu Santos, “I Can Hear the Trains Coming” (from Massachusetts 2010)

This Ra Ra Rioter’s debut solo album is a love letter to pop, and “I Can Hear the Trains Coming” is a bouncy, catchy delight. The vocals remind me a bit of Cults and the lyrics are nearly unintelligible, but nevertheless this song is free, loose and bursting with energy. With a buoyancy that tones down the otherwise hyper tempo of the album, “I Can Hear the Trains Coming” would make it seem like you haven’t been waiting 20 minutes for the F train.


Honorable mention: The Strokes, “Taken for a Fool” (from Angles)

This track is so punchy that I almost went with “Life is Simple in the Moonlight,” which closes out the album. I encountered a similar ambivalence with respect to Angles in general: the album is to the Strokes as laser beams are to Wes Anderson movies. There’s something a little bit off about the entire album — something’s just not quite right — but it’s still kind of fantastic.

The British always seem to do ultra-cool rock better than anyone else. New Cassettes, a sharp quintet from Northampton, England, doesn’t sound radically dissimilar from every other Brit rock band from the last five years: they’ve got that sleek sound, excitable guitars and catchy beats down perfectly. Their songs have a modern edge that reminds me of a mellower Delorentos. Having previously released a handful of songs — notably, the Klaxons-esque “Hearts Don’t Beat Right,” and “You Won’t Stop,” an jumpy track straight out of the Arctic Monkeys/We Are Scientists playbook — New Cassettes attracted more attention in 2011 with the Silent Guns EP, which was re-released last month. The title track is an infectious and incredibly promising harbinger of gloriously noisy dance-rock.

I want to see New Cassettes in New York at CMJ 2012! Let’s make this happen!

Download a free mp3 of “Silent Guns” at Spinner.

Visit them at myspace to stream some old songs, friend them on Facebook or follow their tweets @newcassettes.

This year, for the first time in this brief history, I missed the birthday of TRUST ME ON THIS. Where are your priorities? you ask, and your query is a legitimate one.

When I first began writing this music blog in 2007, I was afire with a thirst for new music. I had no conception of what was to come. I had just moved to New York. I had never been to a show before. I was a girl who used to lie on the floor in her bedroom in Texas and listen to records and dream. I wouldn’t have been able to imagine letting six weeks pass without going to a single show in New York (New York!).

I started blogging as a way to remember. My iTunes favorites became a checklist — I longed to behold all of the bands whose music had sustained me in the cultural wasteland where I spent my formative years — with an added sense of urgency, considering the fickleness of musical careers. (I’ll always regret not missing the Lucksmiths’ gig in New York during my first autumn; they’ve since broken up. But in equal, inexpressible measure, I treasure the two opportunities that I had to see Ambulance Ltd; the band’s fate is uncertain.)

The point all along, however, has been to allow the thirst for new music to take me past the voices are already known to me. Perhaps I would have found my way to Robbers on High Street if I hadn’t happened to see them open for We Are Scientists; maybe I would have been content to miss my train, and all trains thereafter, if I had come across the Freelance Whales playing on the L train platform. Would I have listened to Wolf Parade for the third time, before I loved them, if Dan and Britt hadn’t sung “Modern World” together at a Spoon show? Imagine what I would have missed! Imagine what I don’t know I’ve missed already.

The last four years have been the most enriching period of my life, musically, creatively and existentially. These days things have slowed. I have a full-time job; I’m writing a novel. My concert agenda is guided by the concern that I am revisiting the same bands over and over; often I worry that I am stagnating in the face of the boundlessness of music that I haven’t even heard yet. I don’t post about new bands merely for the sake of keeping up with the hype. The select few bands that I write about — even if they’re stalwarts of the music scene, even if I’m the last to discover them — are inspiring, profound and transformative.

This is an apology, and a love letter, and a birthday card. You’ll forgive if I don’t keep up with the newest sensational bands; this isn’t that kind of blog. In the next year I’ll continue searching for the next band that will change my life. I’m quite sure that I need it more now than ever. I continue to write, and share, because I think you need it too.

It was a spur-of-the-moment impulse that brought me to the Rock Shop on a Monday night to see Fionn Regan. At first it seemed like there were hardly more people than musical instruments in the room, but gradually a decent crowd turned up to hear his set.

I didn’t have my camera, but more or less it was the same show as the Mercury Lounge.

Setlist
100 Acres of Sycamore
Sow Mare Bitch Vixen
List of Distractions
Violent Demeanor
Underwood Typewriter
Hunter’s Map
Put a Penny in the Slot
Noah (Ghost in a Sheet)
Hey Rabbit
The Horses Are Asleep
Lake District
Be Good or Be Gone
For a Nightingale

We Are Scientists headlined the CMJ 2011 day showcase at Pianos on Saturday. I’m getting spoiled; it was their third free NYC show since June (I won’t even tell you how many times I’ve seen them and their rotating cast of drummers). A cramped room with no backstage; a packed crowd already boozing at five in the afternoon; the distant sound of the simultaneous upstairs showcase — it was perfect. The guys kept it simple: no spare instruments, no encore, and a setlist of hits.

Setlist
Nice Guys
I Don’t Bite
Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt
Can’t Lose
Callbacks
Great Escape
Jack and Ginger
After Hours

Fionn Regan returned to CMJ 2011 and the Mercury Lounge on Tuesday night, four years after I first saw him there during CMJ 2007. After seeing Fionn on Monday night at the Rock Shop in Brooklyn, where he admitted he was less than fully-rested, I was curious to see how two consecutive sets would compare. Disappointingly, the show at the Merc was shorter and only included songs that Fionn had played the night before.

Part Charles Dickens character, part Peter Pan, part hipster, Fionn was alone onstage. (When he was touring on The End of History, his first album, he was accompanied by a drummer.) The small red Turkish-looking rug is his own; his guitars are held together by nothing more than masking tape, it seems.

Doris Cellar, a solo Freelance Whale, opened for Fionn Regan. With recorded beats on a laptop as her only accompaniment, her sound was thin despite impressively approaching the upper reaches of the human vocal range. With a mischievous, poppy edge, her songs wouldn’t have been mistaken for a Freelance Whales album and definitely explored a different musical direction.

Setlist
100 Acres of Sycamore
Sow Mare Bitch Vixen
List of Distraction
Violent Demeanor
Put a Penny in the Slot
Dogwood Blossom
The Horses are Asleep
For a Nightingale
Be Good or Be Gone

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