<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:22:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>spaghetti blogonese</title><description>pasta and sauce</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-603239923864262645</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-28T08:20:19.924-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 47. Eluvium - Copia</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SxFNQIKhu8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/UTbaPGQldHU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SxFNQIKhu8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/UTbaPGQldHU/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409189566913559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eluvium&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Copia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eluvium brought out three great albums this decade, but this one is the pick of the apple tree. 'Talk Amongst The Trees' was quite grainy, droney and grey. 'Copia' sounds a lot purer, like 'Copella' the apple juice and it is quite appley actually. Matt Cooper incorporates organs and pianos into his work here and it holds more classical inspirations than his previous drone compositions. Many talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new age&lt;/span&gt; comparisons,' but this is far from Enya, it's merely a minimal style Cooper uses and it sounds beautiful. When you play it, you think you've heard it before which is inaccurate and of no matter of course, just play it again and then you will have heard it before and if you could look at it, it would be the apple of your eye. How do you like them apples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-603239923864262645?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-47-eluvium-copia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SxFNQIKhu8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/UTbaPGQldHU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3559206541461964446</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-28T08:08:45.791-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 48. Flying Lotus - Los Angeles</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SxFKn8aml2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uwc1ZapQz3c/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SxFKn8aml2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uwc1ZapQz3c/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186677541738338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Flying Lotus&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a long way to go for Steve Ellison, but soon he'll be a household name on Warp Records and up there with Aphex Twin, Boards Of Canada and Squarepusher. Like Prefuse 73, Flying Lotus brings a new dimension to hip-hop with laptop experimentalism and it really is either the end or the future of "rap". There were quite a few times when my old room-mate would walk in and be like "Holy shit! What is this?" counfounded that these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt; had been produced for 'Los Angeles'. What followed was one of those classic music buff debates about genre and he reasoned that this wasn't hip-hop at all, and I put across that it certainly has s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ome&lt;/span&gt; elements there in this mutant genre and that we can't just pigeonhole it. Best just to nod ones head and try not to be confounded, but it's hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3559206541461964446?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-48-flying-lotus-los.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SxFKn8aml2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uwc1ZapQz3c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3822999694605242172</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T05:20:18.428-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade -  49. Nathan Fake - Drowning In A Sea Of Love</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw_RxHxIajI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QNUuMdKfQYg/s1600/imgres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw_RxHxIajI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QNUuMdKfQYg/s400/imgres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408772319324170802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nathan Fake&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Drowning In A Sea Of Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan Fake is a  sensation that needs to happen. On his 2009 LP 'Hard Islands' he came straight out of the blocks and ran a techy pace, 'Drowning In A Sea Of Love' though is warmer, fuzzier and well, lovelier. 'Bumblechord' is a nod toward M83 and their electronic blue gaze, while the staccato of 'Grandfathered' sounds like it was made on a Casio keyboard in a delightfully cutesy kind of way.'You Are Here' has a climax the size of a tidal wave, while the sterling 'Long Sunny' proves the drums are certainly there to back up the melodic squiggles. The fact that Fake changes his style a lot helps his evolution and it would be nice to see him get tall acclaim a wee bit soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3822999694605242172?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-49-nathan-fake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw_RxHxIajI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QNUuMdKfQYg/s72-c/imgres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3323059555028328932</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T04:53:58.246-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 50 Fujiya &amp; Miyagi - Transparent Things</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw_Lq63qMQI/AAAAAAAAAME/NfBDY2UtyDk/s1600/imgres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw_Lq63qMQI/AAAAAAAAAME/NfBDY2UtyDk/s400/imgres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408765615712907522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fujiya &amp;amp; Miyagi&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Transparent Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this album, it's nice. Fuijya &amp;amp; Miyagi are from Brighton, UK and they pretend to be Japanese and use all kinds of lyrical fragments in a cosy arrangement that's as snug as a bug in a rug. They look to Can, Neu! and Kraftwerk as inspiration and are a much superior version to Hot Chip. I saw them live in Brighton at The Great Escape 2008 and it was one of the gigs of the festival as you felt you could dance and chill-out at the same time which is always a great thing. Everyone was in the Old Market Theatre getting crunk and tipsy and it was a sweet closure to the whole she-bang of shenanigans that you just couldn't plan again. As you can see, Fujiya &amp;amp; Miyagi's motorik- lounge could make you go all goofy, but do it, he's better than Mickey Mouse (but not Donald Duck).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3323059555028328932?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-50-fujiya-miyagi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw_Lq63qMQI/AAAAAAAAAME/NfBDY2UtyDk/s72-c/imgres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3416147287722701527</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T13:20:44.617-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 51. Iron &amp; Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw7wl6S0kEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SyG4o0Th9VM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw7wl6S0kEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SyG4o0Th9VM/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408524736612569154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Our Endless Numbered Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topped my albums of 2004 list and was my introduction to Sam Beam and his beautiful band, music and outlook. One thing that's been key to Beam's development as a songwriter is the addition of new instruments here compared to his stripped down, 2002 debut 'The Creek Drank The Cradle'. He does this for each new record in fact and 'Our Endless Numbered Days finds him fascinatingly poised between that whispering-in-your-ear intimacy of the first effort and the full-bodied complexities of third studio album 'The Shepherd's Dog'. 'Free Until They Cut Me Down' adds a touch of rockabilly to proceedings, while 'Teeth In The Grass' has, if not the style, then the conviction of rock &amp;amp; roll, meaning that this is where Beam started to make folk for the folk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3416147287722701527?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-51-iron-wine-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw7wl6S0kEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SyG4o0Th9VM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3273440538000936478</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T14:09:57.744-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade 52. Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw2o_lYT0uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1cjmCCoHuHY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw2o_lYT0uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1cjmCCoHuHY/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408164537861133026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of ignoring hype. The buzz around this folk debut was phenomenal, so I avoided it. Silly thing to do really as it's such a great accomplishment for the band from Seattle. You just have to simply let it in. There's a hilarious comment on a Metacritic forum by a guy who calls himself Joe Blow and Mr. Blow gave it 0/10. Have a chuckle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just another perfect example of the oldest misconception in the world, if everyone likes it that much, it must be good. Wrong. The way I see it, if everybody likes it that much, it probably means that it's suited for the masses, meaning, common, saturated ideas that are more than likely being done better elsewhere, not en-masse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe takes his own rigid idea and applies it to everything. He himself suffers from misconception disorder. See&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ing as I seem to be filling this entry with quotes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll let this nice desciption from Entertainment Weekly do the talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hushed and wistful, Foxes evokes the itinerant days of yore...you know, before gas cost four bucks a gallon"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3273440538000936478?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-52-fleet-foxes-fleet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw2o_lYT0uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1cjmCCoHuHY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-8134045567411801864</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:37:42.318-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 53. Belle and Sebastian - The Life Persuit</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw1dIASA2dI/AAAAAAAAALs/ImOyB0REhOE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw1dIASA2dI/AAAAAAAAALs/ImOyB0REhOE/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081119637723602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Belle and Sebastian &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Life Persuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use my words from 2006 that I wrote in my Livejournal blog for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sixth LP from this Scottish collective isn't as unashamedly twee as their previous efforts, yet is still as innocent sounding as when they bizarrely collected a Brit Award at the start of the decade for Best Newcomer.  Gaze at the cover, and the fact that &lt;em&gt;The Life Persuit&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; the band suggests that it  inspires to accompany a play set in the West End - see the luscious closer '&lt;em&gt;Mornington Crescent' &lt;/em&gt;(despite this tube stop being in North London!) for living proof. If you've ever experienced those timeless college days where you dawdle to class, sleep through a seminar and drink ridiculous amounts of coffee &amp;amp; beer, and experience utter freedom then this LP is yours. Timeless."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-8134045567411801864?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-53-belle-and-sebastian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sw1dIASA2dI/AAAAAAAAALs/ImOyB0REhOE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-7684225393551443544</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T05:22:04.264-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 54. PJ Harvey - White Chalk</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwxCV8wokBI/AAAAAAAAALk/ye-01VFRnoA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwxCV8wokBI/AAAAAAAAALk/ye-01VFRnoA/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407770197419921426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;White Chalk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her heyday, Polly Harvey was my dream woman. In many ways she still is. She is an artist in every sense of the word and on 'White Chalk' she adopts a haunted, withdrawn, Sylvia Plaith-esque approach. The Phoenix review dubbed this "chamber music" and I think that's a fair genreization for this outing as the music is  magnetic and lingering, intense and chilling. It fits together seamlessly and while 'Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea' takes the popular vote as her best work of recent years, I view 'White Chalk' as a total departure from anything she'd previously done which is more of a symbolic triumph than Mercury Music accolades and the rock-and-roll-chick limelight she'd previously revelled in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-7684225393551443544?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-54-pj-harvey-white.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwxCV8wokBI/AAAAAAAAALk/ye-01VFRnoA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3633565825966225117</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:40:06.902-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 55. Bat For Lashes - Two Suns</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sww9qUBTV6I/AAAAAAAAALc/CLi14Hih_8U/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sww9qUBTV6I/AAAAAAAAALc/CLi14Hih_8U/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407765049703094178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bat For Lashes&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Two Suns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Khan sure likes to craft a good old epic. 'Two Suns' is different to her debut 'Fur and Gold'  in that it's less tribal and more global, less 90's and more 80's and increasingly grandiose and structured. The concept of inevitable seperation from someone over distance is explored and so is the fact that there's no getting away from the longing and confusion, wherever you are on the planet. All this is commendable in that it's explored tidily on this record. 'Two Suns' also talks about the idea of people orbiting around one-another, much like planets and suns  themselves, and again the concept is presented with balance, as opposed to a cloudy cluster of grey matter. There's a lot going up in Natasha's grey matter though and we await her next step with baited breath because she's a cracking and mythical talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3633565825966225117?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-55-bat-for-lashes-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sww9qUBTV6I/AAAAAAAAALc/CLi14Hih_8U/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-5553462894387681474</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T07:54:19.050-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 56. Lemon Jelly - Lemonjelly.ky</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwwBKnSbIAI/AAAAAAAAALU/GHp3dNOJJK4/s1600/imgres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwwBKnSbIAI/AAAAAAAAALU/GHp3dNOJJK4/s400/imgres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407698534421700610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwwA7QEYdLI/AAAAAAAAALM/zqHBJSmYUIs/s1600/File-LemonJellyKY.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;56. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lemon Jelly&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lemonjelly.ky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;(2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The address of their website and possibly the cheekiest album title ever, Lemon Jelly's debut album sounds like you could indeed guzzle it down, it's mighty delicious. Nick Franglen and Fred Deakin use obscure, often BBC samples of yesteryear, chop them up and splatter over melodic trip-hop. Opener 'In The Bath' is a bit of a rascal: "What do you do in the bath?" it asks repeatedly, before the glorious 'Nervous Tension' gives quirky counselling over a bouncy melody. My first experience of Lemon Jelly though was on a CD that came free with Select Magazine and it included 'Page One', an insane track with insane beauty. Is asks of us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Imagine if you can what it is like to have no posessions at all.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Very few people are able to imagine such a thing, to have nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well let us, you and I, try to imagine something a hundred times harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Not just to have nothing at all, but when there was nothing at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-5553462894387681474?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-56-lemon-jelly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwwBKnSbIAI/AAAAAAAAALU/GHp3dNOJJK4/s72-c/imgres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3677727383085065329</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:39:10.350-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 57. The Dirtbombs -  Dangerous Magical Noise</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwrL1WxrpWI/AAAAAAAAALE/lssQIKK7rY8/s1600/imgres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwrL1WxrpWI/AAAAAAAAALE/lssQIKK7rY8/s400/imgres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407358420119168354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Dirtbombs&lt;/span&gt; -  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dangerous Magical Noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','Times Roman',Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:15;" &gt;"Stubbornly lo-fi and expectedly scrappy, the album is also tremendously listenable, a rhythmic, leg-flailing romp through vintage soul cool, glam boogie, classic rock thrash, and punk bravado" said pitchforkmedia about this record from Detroit, the Motor City. While Jack White's always in the spotlight with The White Stripes for reinvigorating the dusty blues and while he's one hell of a talent, The Dirtbombs are the group keeping it real in Detroit. Some genres that the Pitchfork review didn't mention are garage rock and motown which soar through in Mick Collins' stunning voice - he's even better than Phil Collins! As a non-driver, it's hard to back this up, but I bet this is the best album to drive to this century with the sun blazing down and the top-down. Instead, I'll just stick to singing it in the shower where it always seems to be raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3677727383085065329?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/57.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwrL1WxrpWI/AAAAAAAAALE/lssQIKK7rY8/s72-c/imgres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-3457744854487507040</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T14:28:00.406-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 58. James Blackshaw - The Cloud of Unknowing</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Swm6WT3d8SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W3662wDkrBU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Swm6WT3d8SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W3662wDkrBU/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407057720087802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;James Blackshaw&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Cloud of Unknowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw James Blackshaw play live in Brighton and it was a sit-down concert, where you could take your own alcohol and close your eyes in wonder of the beauty of the music played by a 12 string acoustic guitar. Blackshaw works without the use of vocals and his tracks can exceed 10 minutes in length. With so many strings and such quick-picking, it sounds like multiple instruments playing at once, and it's 'The Cloud of Unknowing' that best demonstrates this. There's something crisp and autumnal about the opener and title track that reels one into a new realm of green marvel. The pure speed at which Blackshaw plucks his strings and yet the unhurried nature of tuning his guitar between songs that is truly mountainous and this fifth album of his is the summit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-3457744854487507040?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-58-james-blackshaw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Swm6WT3d8SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W3662wDkrBU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-5128303098812810381</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T13:38:19.547-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 59. Radiohead - Amnesiac</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Swmu5DnOYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X6oPjZgepT8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Swmu5DnOYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X6oPjZgepT8/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407045122880594530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Amnesiac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Radiohead released Kid A in October, 2000 and then 'Amnesiac' just 9 months later, it was like having 10 christmas's in the time of a pregnancy. It was also becoming clear that the musical landscape was changing. These albums were recorded during the same sessions, but it's hardly like 'Amnesiac' was the leftovers or anything. Thom Yorke has said since that 'Kid A' was withdrawn and like looking from the oustide into a forest. He said that with 'Amnesiac,' you're actually in the forest while the fire is happening and he has a point. 'I Might Be Wrong' is much more direct than anything on 'Kid A' and 'Pyramid Song' may be disorientating as a baseball bat to the head, but it's beautiful like an oil painting and isn't as smudged as anything on the predecessor. All in all, the depth that Radiohead delve into on these albums set a standard that puts them right up there as the band of all bands and 'Amnesiac' deserves its place in all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-5128303098812810381?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-59-radiohead-amnesiac.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Swmu5DnOYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X6oPjZgepT8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-7293520653424783296</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T13:12:26.122-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 60 Four Tet - Rounds</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwmiaYR82nI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kIkRHOgKofY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwmiaYR82nI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kIkRHOgKofY/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407031401713031794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Four Tet&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rounds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would probably be worth spending $34459374 on a new sub-woofer just to hear the vagrant and intricate majesty on show on Kieran Hebdens third record. It shimmies, scuttles and darts around on a grand journey. It creates order within a noisy disorder. It challenges the listener but not too much. It's simple and complicated. It's accessible, beautiful, consistent, funky, electronic, ditzy. It's nice to see him live with 5 laptops, going mental, eyes poppoing out of his sockets. Whenever I've seen him live, he's always worn the same orange polo-shirt, but I'm sure he has other tops, maybe they're just in the wash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-7293520653424783296?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-60-four-tet-rounds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwmiaYR82nI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kIkRHOgKofY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-741980843931554764</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T05:27:29.615-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 61. Vitalic - OK Cowboy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwYFnYvcKWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SjJ1emAmMII/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwYFnYvcKWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SjJ1emAmMII/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406014576919325026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vitalic &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; OK Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit is relentless. It's gonna sound controversial but this album is pure champagne. It's gonna sound controversial but this album is pure cocaine. Regardless of either matter. 'OK Cowboy' is the most straight up great techno album since Daft Punk made 'Homework'  and I know I said that about Kiko's ''Midnight Magic' further down the list, but hey this sounds even more like it.  A debut with the intensity of metal and the funkiness of disco. Felix Da Housecat came so close to making a classic electro album with 'Kittenz &amp;amp;  Thee Glitz' but it had about 10 minutes of filler on there. This doesn't though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-741980843931554764?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-61-vitalic-ok-cowboy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwYFnYvcKWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SjJ1emAmMII/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-5163724400155409036</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T04:50:41.911-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade  - 62  Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwX3W6lsMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bEkYWLsX9Ow/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwX3W6lsMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bEkYWLsX9Ow/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405998900784673378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yankee Hotel Foxtrot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is pretty new to me so I'd rather write about the two  people who have shaped my recent appreciation towards Wilco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Fuller: Likes to call alcoholic drinks "oozie boozies". Likes women and does very well with them, though he woudln't admit it.  James went to watch Wilco in London the night after I saw them in Leeds in Octo 09 (just 2 weeks before writing this). Inspired the whole getting wasted while watching Wilco thing which resulted in screaming "Yea Boi!!!" loads at Jeff Tweedy. Fuller is commonly known in call centres as "The Incredible Sulk" after the French footballer Nicolas Anelka because he gets sales on his own terms, just like Anelka will erratically score goals. Is a good long distance runner having ran a half-marathon in the past. Is good fun on a balcony overlooking Brighton, not smoking, looking down below, when everyone else is smoking and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen Brown:  The creator of Mr. Fuck (see pic below), this brute has probably made me laugh more than anyone else ever and I can't describe why. Extremely liberal, yet very set in his ways, this motherfuckers hobbies include having a nice bath, cooking a nice gammon and screaming "Yea Boi!" during Wilco gigs. Likes to break up fights. Likes to play fight when drunk. Likes to have a verbal fight without playing devils advocate. Likes to gobble up a good rhubarb crumble once in a while and still fancies Eva! Aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwX5eIo41II/AAAAAAAAAKM/84AyDwRqlQw/s1600/n504764733_187952_8804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwX5eIo41II/AAAAAAAAAKM/84AyDwRqlQw/s400/n504764733_187952_8804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406001223838520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-5163724400155409036?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-62-wilco-yankee-hotel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwX3W6lsMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bEkYWLsX9Ow/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-9067913371741006773</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T17:31:12.394-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 63. David Holmes - The Holy Pictures</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwXv8NPySfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HHA9ZRwHNFM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwXv8NPySfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HHA9ZRwHNFM/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405990745355209202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;David Holmes&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Holy Pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Holmes does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. Funk and soul compilations, soundtracks for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oceans 11, 12 &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 13 &lt;/span&gt;movies&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- in which the music is vastly superior to the films and some more stuff that's explained in the next sentence. He's also experimented with electronic meanderings, shopped around dusty record shops in Belfast and New York to find rare soul nuggets and fused more styles than Diego Fuser has had Italian football clubs. I want his life. This album brings along an hypnotic shoegaze and for the sake of cliche 'adds a new string to Holmes' bow.' Sometimes cliches are necessary. Style-wise, 'The Holy Pictures' sounds like a vintage Holmes soundtrack for a film that never was, the tracks flittering from vocal to instrumental and it retains consistency throughout. Debonair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-9067913371741006773?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-63-david-holmes-holy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwXv8NPySfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HHA9ZRwHNFM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-8467394055555631956</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T18:03:41.008-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 64. Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwNU_RXIQpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cHHuNyEcKE0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwNU_RXIQpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cHHuNyEcKE0/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405257423743632018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Grizzly Bear&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Veckatimest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pin-badge  - or  button as they say in America - of 'Veckatimest,' and one day I went into the local shop to buy some nice pasta and the girl behind the check-out grabbed my jacket and asked me about the band and I told her about Grizzly Bear and she started to randomly ask me about Icelandic music and I told her I was there in the summer of 2008 and she blushed and I blushed. I went back in and didn't really hold the nerve to ask her out. I went in again and didn't really hold the nerve. Again, and this time I did. She said yes. So we were all set to go to a Passion Pit gig, with The Antlers as support, I just had to meet her after her game of beach football, straight opposite the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the gig: she calls me at work and tells me that her boyfriend might come. I was a bit flummoxed but went with it anyway. On the night I saw her game and it was 8.30, due to finish at 9. Cool! I luckily bought a couple of tickets from the bouncer from what was a sold-out gig and thought my luck was in. I went in, grabbed a Red Stripe and started to enjoy the support band. Due to the location of the smoking garden I could also see the game of football and it looked like an epic.  9pm turned into 930 and I was getting a bit uncomfortable. I went outside and the game was done, I waved over and she waved over, she ran into the volleyball cafe and my phone went and I asked if she had a good game and she said she wanted to be sick and it was so intense and that she couldn't go to the concert and that she'd pay me back the money if I went back into the shop. I went to the gig on my own and tried to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I felt a bit stitched up, now I realize that things are really circumstantial. If I hadn't had bought the brilliant third Grizzly Bear album - which is like The Beach Boys but not as straightforward, much like this little story - then none of this would have happened, and it's quite funny looking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-8467394055555631956?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-64-grizzly-bear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwNU_RXIQpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cHHuNyEcKE0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-1475047704198126651</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T15:38:18.191-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 65. Interpol - Antics</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwMzqNShREI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PcA7RiijWXk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwMzqNShREI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PcA7RiijWXk/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405220777989588034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Interpol&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very brilliant follow-up to 2003's debut 'Turn On The Bright Lights,' Interpol upped the ante further with 'Antics'. Here, we have ten dazzling tracks that don't flow as seamlessly as on their debut but nevertheless fire from the same barrel, they're so potent that they carry a sting like a scorpion. Just like Scorpion on the fighting game Mortal Kombat - '"GET OVER HERE'" he once said - Here, they have a sing called 'C'mere' so it's essentially the same as that. Interpol have drifted off a little since 'Antics,' but, like their chief inspiration Joy Division, they packed a lot of quality into a short space of time. A cross between Mortal Kombat and Joy Division then, what more could you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-1475047704198126651?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-65-interpol-antics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SwMzqNShREI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PcA7RiijWXk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-2739946660615861596</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T11:40:07.454-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 66 Dungen - Stadsvandringar</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv8HdKDwrYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EGj2PQq93RY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv8HdKDwrYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EGj2PQq93RY/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404046275365612930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dungen&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stadsvandringar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album title translates as 'city walks' and the record itself is just as satisfying as taking a city break and mooching around and getting coffee, taking in a couple of galleries and churches, then heading out to a restuarant and ordering salmon en croute with a couple of nice side dishes like roasted vegetables and chunky potato wedges, then getting a tram to another district and looking around the old town complete with the handmade jewellery, onto a wine bar and a nice glass of valpolicella and a cheeseboard and back to the hotel and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stadsvandringar' is a great folky album from Swedish band Dungen and it's a real breath of fresh air like going on holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-2739946660615861596?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-66-dungen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv8HdKDwrYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EGj2PQq93RY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-6187338841179756584</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T11:26:43.569-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade 67. Prefuse 73 - Surrounded By Silence</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv8D91LoqYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_XE8Rs6F-A/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv8D91LoqYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_XE8Rs6F-A/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404042438650669442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;67. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Prefuse 73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Surrounded By Silence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Herren went collaboration crazy on his third Prefuse 73 record, whereby guests as diverse as Ghostface, Beans and The Books were placed within fresh new parameters to provoke a soundclash that flourishes like purple and red paints splattered on a canvas. Massive thought went into every bar of the music and Prefuse manipulated sound to the infinite degree. Rap? IDM? Jazz? Funk? All of these plus a whole lot more packed into 21 tracks and for the third time Herren delivered big-time. Herren has paved the way for how hip-hop of el futuro will sound along with Daedelus, Madlib and Fyling Lotus. True pioneers my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-6187338841179756584?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-67-prefuse-73.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv8D91LoqYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_XE8Rs6F-A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-152907515004080674</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T17:02:29.709-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 68. Wu Tang Clan - The W</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv3-6Pl-TNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FQcO2hDJ6Yk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv3-6Pl-TNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FQcO2hDJ6Yk/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403755404486134994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wu Tang Clan&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one heck of a Wu Tang record, in fact it's up with their debut 'Enter The Wu Tang (36 Chambers)'. The production from RZA is stellar, Ghostface gives a standout performance on 'I Can't Go To Sleep' and, as ever, Method Man steps up to the plate as his delivery is certainly better than than that of The Royal Mail -  it's exceptional. 'The W' is the album that unites the taste of my brother and I, we're like chalk and cheese  normally when it comes to music taste. At a time when it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like hip-hop suffers from the same old- same old macho bullshit, the violence actually enhances the Wu. It's not the only thing  they're about though, as a noir-like soul tone hangs over this record. It's extremely poignant at times. With 9 members all sharing the mic and multiple styles, layers, themes and genres on show, this is one heck of a record, shit did I say that already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-152907515004080674?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-68-wu-tang-clan-w.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Sv3-6Pl-TNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FQcO2hDJ6Yk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-4510499201707833291</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T17:26:12.000-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 69. Magnetic Fields - 69 Love Songs</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Svy1AyUWjcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/E1Qtu_ffwzk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Svy1AyUWjcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/E1Qtu_ffwzk/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403392678049516994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;69. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Magnetic Fields&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;69 Love Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a genius concept. A triple-disc album for a start (with love included) and a huge stew of song-writing invention. It has bangers, clangers and a few that leave you hanging on to the idea of luuuuuuurve till the kingdom comes. Stephin Merritt deserves a lifetime supply of champagne for penning all the songs and singing on most of them of corpse. The lyrics are often cheeky, and boundless ideas are chanelled into one schmaltzy school of thought. I would never play this in one sitting, it would like be eating an 11 course meal, but then and again, the next album by Magnetic Fields wasn't called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;69 Gluttonous Songs&lt;/span&gt; for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-4510499201707833291?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-69-magnetic-fields-69.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Svy1AyUWjcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/E1Qtu_ffwzk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-440745771517093672</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T16:38:20.347-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 70. N*E*R*D* - In Search Of...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Svypxgwp0KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/U_s_QWgq-1k/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Svypxgwp0KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/U_s_QWgq-1k/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403380321010438306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;70.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;N*E*R*D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;In Search Of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is quizzical, troubled, socially concerned, compassionate, schizoid, retro-eclectic, strikingly modern, racially mixed--and even likes women" - Mojo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure they're clever, but they're also as shallow as Britney Spears." - Village Voice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I really even love you&lt;br /&gt;Or do I really love your brain&lt;br /&gt;I just love your brains"  -N*E*R*D* -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed-up quotes, a trivial band attempting to be deep, the funkiest thing since sliced funk, an instrumental and rerecorded rerelease of a previously electronic affair, an album that sounds like Prince, witty, funky, sleazy, sultry and classy, even if they were ubiquitous, even if they produced Britney, even if they were as shallow as Britney, even if they went a bit shit later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-440745771517093672?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-70-nerd-in-search-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/Svypxgwp0KI/AAAAAAAAAI8/U_s_QWgq-1k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284850065848096485.post-8673215432211173310</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T15:50:30.552-08:00</atom:updated><title>albums of the decade - 71. Yo La Tengo - I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SvsiVgrz72I/AAAAAAAAAI0/bcoNbvnMU4M/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SvsiVgrz72I/AAAAAAAAAI0/bcoNbvnMU4M/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402949930907332450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo La Tengo's previous effort to this album - 'Summer Sun' - was so laid back, it sounded stoned. The band needed to throw more paints at the easel and by hell they did with this all-over-the-shop follow-up. The critics generally felt that this was a perfect summation of everything that Yo La Tengo have done in their time together, which at the time of writing was an incredible 25 years. From the excessive, rocky jam of opener 'Pass the Hatchet, I think I'm Goodkind' to the pretty-pretty 'Song for Mahila,' this is a runaway success that has it all. I saw them live in Florida in 2007, and the band seemed so in their peak, so this could be both the definitive Yo La Tengo album and the perfect introduction to the band for those that have missed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284850065848096485-8673215432211173310?l=spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://spaghettiblogonese.blogspot.com/2009/11/albums-of-decade-71-yo-la-tengo-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (spaghetti blogonese)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rsKBRVcbzD4/SvsiVgrz72I/AAAAAAAAAI0/bcoNbvnMU4M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>