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Thursday, December 31, 2020
And now...My Favorite Movies of 2020
Friday, December 11, 2020
And now...My Favorite First Time Viewings of 2020
Thursday, December 10, 2020
And now...My Favorite Album Art of 2020
Wednesday, December 9, 2020
And now...My Favorite Songs of 2020 That Didn't Come Out in 2020
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
And now...My Favorite Songs of 2020
Monday, December 7, 2020
And now...My Favorite Albums of 2020
But there are millions and millions who are not and have not been so lucky, lost income, lost homes, lost lives. It's hard to even fathom. As the death toll rises and rises, it seems to be lost on more and more of the American populace, an icy statistic rather than the absolute tragedy that it is. It's ignored. It's scoffed at. Just like the rampant systemic racism that drives so many of this country's institutions, a kind of original sin that's finally coming home to reap. Right in the middle of a global pandemic, a force of righteous civil unrest we haven't seen in decades. State sponsored violence. A symptom of something far worse. The erosion of everything.
I fear that we live in a deeply corrupt and deeply stupid country. Everything that's just inherently rotten about our whole system has been laid bare in all its ugliness by the Coronavirus pandemic, an oligarchy that enriches and engorges itself on the blood of...well...just about everyone. And we feel powerless to fight it. Or we're gleefully ignorant of it. Or we just simply do not care. Be it the oligarchy, or the endless corruption at every level of government, the encroaching and fascist authoritarian state, the endless wars, the housing crisis, the poverty, the stagnant wages, police beating people in the streets with impunity, bodies piling up in refrigerated trucks outside of hospitals, and the sheer, repugnant indifference to it all that could make someone refuse to do something so minute as to wear a goddamn mask.
It's the apathy. It's the selfishness.
And then i think about the oncoming climate crisis. And i look around at everyone. And a very deep and very real existential dread falls over me.
It's really hard to fight that feeling and the inclination to throw in the towel, especially when you feel like the fight is already lost. But i'm trying my best to stay positive. I'm trying my best to stay in the fight. When i look at Ash and Robbie, i try my best to keep my despondent feelings for their future at bay and instead get really, really pissed off at the people in power who won't fix it now. Let the rage outweigh the despair. I'm not ready to lose all hope.
Like every year, music somehow makes me feel better, even if just for the fleeting three minutes of a pop song. And while we were all locked away watching the world come undone, quite a few great albums still surfaced, a bubbling aural respite. Here are 25 records that helped me get through it all this year. Let's get to them (in alphabetical order), but first:
ABOLISH ICE!
DEFUND THE POLICE!
MEDICARE FOR ALL!
RAISE THE MINIMUM WAGE!
TAX THE RICH!
WEAR A MASK!
Sometimes it feels like nobody does pop like Norwegians do pop. Annie's first new album in over a decade is icy cool and cathartic, instantly hummable, a grooving soundtrack for a night time drive.
I don't know if this is my favorite of the year, but i do think it's the best album of the year, the whole thing somehow capturing that early pandemic vibe, like it was conceived and created right then and there, just timely and timeless.
I can't think of a more apt album title than this one, an eerily prescient forethought of what 2020 was going to be. It also finds The Black Lips channeling all of their old school country music inclinations into one hell of a fun record.
A handful of albums in, and Cindy Lee's lo-fi churn of melancholia and noise has yet to disappoint, just achingly beautiful.
Not to be confused with the Lou Reed and Metallica album, the "LULU" EP from Buffalo rapper Conway The Machine and producer The Alchemist is an entrancing and stoned ride of perfect hip-hop. And while it might not be quite the fascinating disaster of that other album, it rips.
Indiana rock n' roll band The Cowboys are fast becoming one of my favorite and dependable go-tos, whether they're grooving on post punk, psych pop, or just good old fashioned rock.
An expansive and ambitious collection of bedroom pop songs that wades the waters of folk, country, doo-wop, and so much more, a kind of Americana masterpiece.








































































