“Holy Ghost” Showcases Modern Baseball’s Growth

a4043831127_10Modern Baseball is a great band, but they’re not even as good as they’re going to be.

I saw the Philly-based group recently play a show at Empty Bottle in Chicago to a sold-out crowd. The venue was perfect – it’s a bar that Pitchfork recently said was the “last great indie rock dive bar“. It’s intimate, with great sightlines and plenty of space to move around. The crowd and the band were so excited- most of the guys in the group are in their early 20’s and they looked to be having the time of their lives. Modern Baseball mostly consists of friends who’ve known each other for years. The joy of playing music was so evident. For someone who like me whose youth gets farther in the rear view with each passing day, they represent that ‘playing music with your buddies’ ethos that drew me to bands like them in the first place. I love that.

I’ve been completely enamored with “Holy Ghost”, Modern Baseball’s third album for about a month now. The themes of loss (co-frontman Jake Ewald lost his grandfather) and establishing life after illness (co-frontman Brendan Lukens entered treatment last year for Bipolar disorder) have resonated hugely with me. Ewald and Lukens admittedly took a “Speakerboxxx/The Love Below” approach to this album – with Ewald taking the first half of the record while Lukens’s songs taking up the rest. The result is something I can best describe as the most incomplete complete record I’ve heard.

Ewald’s songwriting has evolved hugely over the course of Modern Baseball’s three records- the one-two punch of “Holy Ghost/Wedding Singer” is a group vocal that hits the ground running into a racing textured guitar jam – and “Mass” reminds me so much of the speak-sing of Craig Finn – assumedly this is unintentional. It’s really wonderful.

However, what’s captured me most is the collection of Lukens’s songs – short crashing, shouty punk blasts that seem like they were absolutely willed into existence at the last moment. They’re sudden, blunt and confrontational. His voice sounds warbly, unconfident, the sound of a guy who’s been through hell and back emotionally. I can absolutely sympathize. They almost sort of sound like one big song – from “Breathing in Stereo” to the Killers-esque “Apple Cider, I Don’t Mind”, and then “What If…” with the unforgettable hook – “It’s not/what I’m not/it’s what I believe in – It’s not what I’ve got/it’s my peace of mind.” Mental illness is a bitch, and these songs illustrate that in full color.

“Holy Ghost” showcases a band that is growing in leaps and bounds with each record. These dual suites of songs between Ewald and Lukens show that they’re evolving as musicians and lyricists almost quicker than they can record. As they gain more life experience, it will inform the music they make. As evidenced by that show the other night – their audience, including me, is willing to grow with them.

Until then, this is an incredibly tantalizing preview of what’s to come.

Seasons

The only album released in Arthur Russell’s lifetime, 1986’s “World of Echo”, is a staggering, ethereal masterpiece. It’s a look at a wildly underrated artist, almost unknown during the time he lived, creating something so overwhelmingly breathtaking that it is hard to believe it is real.

It’s a record that relies heavily on effected cello and Russell’s paper-thin voice. The result is something that cannot accurately be described by words – you really have to hear it to capture it’s breadth. The results feel nearly elemental – somehow lighter than air but dealing with emotions so much deeper – almost dense. You cannot help but feel totally devastated by the listening experience.

Russell died in 1992 of AIDS. There’s not much footage of him performing outside of these clips. In the intervening years, material has trickled out in one way or another through compliations of his recordings or songs he produced. Lots of it is fractious, with occasional highlights coming to the surface. None of it quite feels like “World of Echo”, a work that for some reason feels strangely spiritual.

Perhaps it is the fact that there’s so little about Arthur Russell available that clips like these are so tremendous. It’s like a fresh blanket of snow. You know what will happen eventually – it’ll melt and evaporate into the air, but damn if it didn’t look pretty for a minute.

“World of Echo” is that last little bit that refuses to melt – a reminder of what happened before the seasons change and it just becomes another memory.

On Pablo, Kanye’s State is Cause for Concern

Kanye West – “The Life of Pablo”

pabloKanye West has proven peerless in the hip-hop world. No one can quite do what he can in terms of his creative process. Take any two albums in his catalog – the plastic pop-rap of “Graduation” that dives headfirst into remote, cold AutoTune territory of “808’s and Heartbreak,” or the grandeur and maximalism of “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” to the mechanical grind of “Yeezus”. The left turns are so sharp, so staggering, that any time he’s put out a record we debate endlessly about the merits of his work in contrast to the difficult public persona he’s fashioned over the last decade. For as messy as his personal relationships and personal life seem to be, his records have always been infused with a brilliant cohesion – perfectly crafted, no loose threads. Always a statement.

Until now.

West’s new record, the long-gestating “The Life of Pablo,” was finally released over the weekend after several starts-and-stops, a laundry list of album title changes and diluted by West’s penchant for making headlines for every seemingly ill-advised move. It still staggers, but for a different reason. It’s fractured and often gorgeous, but feels like there’s something deeply alarming, the work of someone that may not quite have command of their mind.

There are GREAT moments on the record, no doubt – the opener “Ultralight Beam” with its gospel choir and brilliant spot by Chance The Rapper, the synthy sweep of “Waves,” and that perfect understated Arthur Russell sample which provides the backbone of “30 Hours”. Some of these without question are Kanye’s best work, but for those, there’s moments where Kanye raps about himself in an acapella track titled, of course, “I Love Kanye”, or the audio-equivalent of a Pollock splatter with “Freestyle 4” with an ominous string sample. With that dichotomy, you can’t help feel like he’s losing the plot a little, and there are moments – like where he talks about being off Lexapro – make the case he’s suffering mental illness.

Perhaps that’s the case. Much of “Pablo” seems to come from a specific type of mania. Moments that masquerade as lucid and in full color, just might be elaborately constructed delusions. The best stuff is euphoric, but the experiments that fail are scary and cause definite concern. Like it or not, West is one of the most – if not the most – vital artists of our time. Hardly anyone with his reach attempts to bridge the gap between art and popular culture, and some may argue he’s the last true titan standing. He ignites the collective consciousness, for better or worse, and that’s important. Here’s hoping that he finds a path to what likely ails him.

But for now, we have “The Life of Pablo”. It’s like a Polaroid developing. Slowly coming into focus, second by second, minute by minute, creating a whole, but never quite crisp, clear and with the depth you’d get from another kind of camera. What finally appears is sort of hazy and dreamlike, telling a story far different than the one captured when the shutter closed.

Favorite Songs of 2015 (And Other Stuff)

In no particular order after “Maggie”. Enjoy as a Spotify playlist this year!

“Pedestrian At Best” – Courtney Barnett
“Maggie, I’ve Been Searching For Our Son” – Craig Finn
“Need You” – Royal Headache
“Depreston” – Courtney Barnett
“Hard Luck Kid” – Beach Slang
“No Cities To Love” – Sleater-Kinney
“Gimme Love” – Sleater-Kinney
“SeeSaw” ft. Romy by Jamie xx
“Loud Places” ft. Romy by Jamie xx
I Know There’s Gonna Be (Good Times)” – Jamie xx, Young Thug, Popcaan
“Where Do I Begin” – Wilco
“Taste The Ceiling” – Wilco
“The Knock” – Hop Along
“Powerful Man” – Hop Along
“No Shade In The Shadow Of The Cross” – Sufjan Stevens
“Should Have Known Better” – Sufjan Stevens
“Alright” – Kendrick Lamar
“The Blacker The Berry” – Kendrick Lamar
“The Magic Morning/Lookalike/I Lost My Mind (DJ)/Mr. E. Mann/Fired Up/Dimed Out” – Titus Andronicus
“I Love You Honeybear” – Father John Misty
“True Affection” – Father John Misty
“Can’t Feel My Face” – The Weeknd
“Want To Want Me” – Jason Derulo
“Speed Trap Town” – Jason Isbell
“24 Frames” – Jason Isbell
“Return To The Moon (Political Song for Didi Bloome to Sing, with Cresendo)” – EL VY
“I Can’t Control Myself” – Strange Names
“I Don’t like Who I Was Then” – The Wonder Years
“January 10th, 2014” – The World Is A Beautiful Place and I Am No Longer Afraid To Die
“Flesh Without Blood” – Grimes
“Realiti” – Grimes
“Warm Blood” – Carly Rae Jepsen
“Living My Life” – Deerhunter
“Snakeskin” – Deerhunter
“Got To Work It Out – Original Mix” – Robyn & La Bagatelle Magique
“Hotline Bling” – Drake
“Style” – Ryan Adams
“Baby Don’t You Want Me” – Lucero
“Desire” – Dilly Dally
“Norf Norf” by Vince Staples
“Copper Canteen” – James McMurtry
“Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas” – Beach Slang
“Big Decisions” – My Morning Jacket
“Lay It All On Me (ft Ed Sheeran) – Rudimental
“Cool For The Summer” – Demi Lovato
“What Do You Mean?” – Justin Bieber
“Shock Me” – Baroness
“Mutineer” – Jason Isbell & Amanda Shires
“Making The Most Of The Night” – Carly Rae Jepsen
“All You Had To Do Was Stay” – Ryan Adams
“The Yabba” – Battles
“I Can’t Lose” – Mark Ronson & Keyone Starr
“Sunday Candy” – Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment
“The Legend of Chavo Guerrero” – The Mountain Goats
“Foreign Object” – The Mountain Goats
“Newmyer’s Roof” – Craig Finn
“You, In Weird Cities” – Jeff Rosenstock

Honorable Mentions:
“Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt Theme Song” and “Peeno Noir”

Favorite Non-2014 Discovery:
“Nothing Feels Good” by The Promise Ring

Honorable Mention Albums:
“I Love You, Honeybear” by Father John Misty
“The Waterfall” by My Morning Jacket
“Summertime ’06” by Vince Staples
“Complicated Game” by James McMurtry
“All A Man Should Do” by Lucero
“Art Angels” by Grimes

Top 10 Favorite Albums of 2015

1. Jamie xx – In Colour

2. Beach Slang – The Things We Do To Find People Like Us

In any year but this one, Beach Slang’s aim-for-the-stars would be a no-brainer for number one in my list. But this has not been just any year, and that’s why it’s firmly entrenched in the two spot.

There’s something to be said about this type of rock and roll. Heart-on-your-sleeve, confessional, young, fucked up. The Hold Steady have done it for years with a decidedly Catholic bent, and Japandroids purified that form most recently with 2012’s Celebration Rock, but there really hasn’t been a band game enough to take that mantle until Beach Slang.

James Alex and company blister through 27 minutes of songs that are simply worth hearing. “Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas” synthesizes the most Westerberg-ian of vocal performances and pairs them with chunkier riffs and splashier drums. “The night is alive/it’s loud and I’m drunk” on “Noisy Heaven”, and “Hard Luck Kid” and “Dirty Lights” may be the best one-two album closer of the year. Or any recent year, for that matter.

3. Courtney Barnett – Sometimes I Sit and Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit

It takes a lot of effort to make a great record sound effortless, but when it comes to Courtney Barnett, I want to believe that her debut released this March simply came in an afternoon.

Sometimes I Sit and Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit is likely this year’s purest example of a perfect debut – two rockers up front – “Elevator Operator” and this year’s song-of-the-year “Pedestrian At Best”, a rager that sometime soon will take up whatever iteration of “Guitar Hero” the kids play down the road. The crunchy jag of that opening riff and the soaring chorus has a stadium-ready energy that will keep it long past the life of its performer.

“Depreston” is a simple, jangly ballad that makes me think about on the the precipice of true adulthood, what’s felt like an infinite, distant horizon of negotiating what it truly means to be on your own away from what’s familiar and easy, thinking about the time of trading your sneakers and hoodies for blazers and dress shoes on a daily basis.

There’s so much on this album to like, from the rave-ups of “Aqua Profunda!” to the nightmare fuel of “Kim’s Caravan”. Barnett pulls you into her world with the slightest of ease, so much so that you forget you’re in the middle of it all.

4. Sleater-Kinney – No Cities To Love

The confidence of the material on the first Sleater-Kinney album in almost ten years should come as no surprise; just listen to any of their albums. A casual listener with working knowledge of their catalog will be able to tell just what song is from each record. The sonic differences are that apparent on each release.

After the Zeppelin overtones found on 2005’s The Woods, S-K comes back with something more focused and compact than that record, but sacrificing none of the sheer power that comes when these performers get together. No Cities To Love cuts no corners – all the songs here stand up to the band’s previous work. Lead single “Bury Our Friends” with it’s irrepressible gallop and cyclical riffage is a perfect example, as does the wiry “A New Wave”. The title track noodles about with an unforgettable chorus and “Gimme Love” shows the white-hot, thermonuclear power of Corin Tucker’s vocals. It’s everything you could want from a Sleater-Kinney record, but in typical fashion, never what you’d expect. That’s perfect.

5. Craig Finn – Faith In The Future

It would be disingenuous to write about this record without directly editorializing, so I’ll put it this way. With The Hold Steady existing in somewhat of a grey area, Faith In The Future, like Finn’s band, seems to center on uncertainty of all things. Life, death, people in transition, problems left unsolved or what’s to come after we leave this world.

For myself personally, this record has transformed many times over since I first heard it. From at first what sounded like a hearty sonic departure from Finn’s 2012 debut, Clear Heart Full Eyes, it’s turned into a record that encapsulates my deepest sympathies. If In Colour is the sound of my year, Faith In The Future are the words.

6. Wilco – Star Wars

Star Wars, the free surprise release album from Wilco is the band’s best record since 2007’s meditative Sky Blue Sky, and certainly their most noisy and unconventional since A Ghost Is Born. What’s great about Star Wars is that it’s the sound of a band reshuffling the deck for the first time in a while.

It’s a jumble of guitars that pan left and right, riffs that stick like glue, disarming tempo changes and staggering brevity. Clocking in only at 34 minutes, it’s almost tantalizing in how short it is. Just when it feels safe to peg this band with a certain sound, this album comes from out of nowhere. That claim doesn’t feel that safe to say anymore.

7. Hop Along – Painted Shut

The second album by Hop Along is a perfect showcase for singer Frances Quinlan, all in her dexterous-voiced glory, bending, pushing, pulling in all directions. It’s a true marvel, backed with punky, propulsive guitars that careen around her rough edges. Opener “The Knock” and the chunky “Powerful Man” are perfect examples of it. Painted Shut is something truly special and shows a band on the edge of something really great.

8. Sufjan Stevens – Carrie & Lowell

Through Sufjan’s long and varied catalogue, there’s a wild amount of material that is designed to challenge his listeners – from the meditative Seven Swans the complexities of Illinois and the freakiness of The Age of Adz. That’s really just the cliff notes version of some of the stuff he does.

Anyway, as a slightly-more-than-casual listener, I don’t think there’s anything that quite touches the barren-soul nature of Carrie & Lowell. It’s a portrait of the artist at 40, drawing heavily on the theme of loss. Every track on this eleven-song collection is purposeful and finely tuned to break your heart. Just listen to “No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross” and try to come out of it unaffected. You won’t.

9. Kendrick Lamar – To Pimp A Butterfly

To Pimp A Butterfly is a bit of a confounding listen, a record without a true access point, which, in a way, is part of its charm. The follow up to 2012’s perfect good kid, m.A.A.d. city doesn’t feel of this world. There’s an alarming amount of music on this release in conjunction with Kendrick’s rhymes. It’s an unbelievably dense piece of work that demands your attention with listen after listen.

It’s an album that makes you want to work for its message. As with any of his releases, Kendrick feels steps ahead of his time. I don’t feel the impact of this one has truly been felt yet, as we’re all still experiencing the aftershocks. Check back with me when the next Star Wars movie comes out. Until then, we’re gonna be alright.

10. Titus Andronicus – The Most Lamentable Tragedy

A 93-minute, 29 rock opera about manic depression. Mammoth, moving and hits all the right notes. I don’t think there’s much else to say other than it may be the finest example of a concept seen through from beginning to end – and actually delivering. It rocks, it hurts, it’s everything in between. Just listen to it.

Top 10 Favorite Albums of 2014

1. The Hold Steady – Teeth Dreams

In a year that contained some high highs, great successes were pulverized with bad news and crushing defeat at what seemed like every turn. The bad seemed relentless and the good was spotty at best. Not much felt worthy of celebration. Looking back at my favorite albums of this year, there was only one record that could have been in this spot.

Teeth Dreams is an imperfect record for an imperfect year. It’s an album that struggles with balance, negotiating the band’s past and its future, and that’s emblematic of my experience. I’ve found it to act as a sonic buoy in the wake of some pretty rough waters.

If you’ve stuck with The Hold Steady this late in their career, they’ve likely soundtracked a major part of your life. For those who got lost along the way, I think through their eyes, The Hold Steady has let them down. I feel that’s kind of unfortunate. 

That’s because they’re a band that so many can pinpoint to a specific time and feeling in their life and be ok with leaving them there. I suppose that can be applied to many bands that go in and out of your life. However, those are the same people that don’t realize that some of those groups don’t really fade out. Instead, they change course, get a little more complicated and grow in unexpected ways. 

I find myself coming back to “Spinners” on an almost daily basis. It’s fascinating – one of The Hold Steady’s most texturally aware songs – fraternal twin guitar parts, a shitkicking solo by Steve Selvidge and some killer, classic Craig Finn lines like these – “Heartbreak hurts, but you can dance it off.” It’s a song about the infinite possibility of a night out on the town – “Once you’re out there, everything is possible,” which is something universal, and if you think about it – sort of euphoric.

“The Only Thing” is another favorite. It sounds decidedly un-Hold Steady, with wirey, I.R.S.-era R.E.M. guitars and Craig Finn singing with the melody instead of in spite of it. It’s cinematic. Other songs like the David Foster Wallace-paraphrasing “On With The Business” and “Big Cig” bring back toothy guitars that were kind of in the backseat on 2010’s Heaven is Whenever.

The one-two punch to close the album ranks among the band’s finest – and that’s saying a lot, considering their track record. “Almost Everything” is a meditative ballad – think the flip side of the Irish-wake “Citrus” – and finally, “Oaks,” a nine-minute epic that the band simply couldn’t have made before this. Hazy, layered and beautiful, it’s the best thing to close one of their albums since “How A Resurrection Really Feels”.

There are plenty of albums this year that may have felt more cohesive, uniform, and in some cases, relevant. But number one records on these type of lists should be there for you under any circumstance, and that Teeth Dreams has.

“Words won’t save your life,” this band once said. It’s true, they won’t, but that sure as hell won’t keep them from trying.

2. Run The Jewels – Run The Jewels 2

No record quite captured 2014 as perfectly as Run The Jewels 2. It’s one that’s full of fury and resentment but manages an unstoppable swagger. It’s also an odd moniker for an album that superseded its original. If their first album was The Terminator, this is their Judgment Day.

It goes without saying that this was an especially hard year on this world. Endless political and social upheaval, unimaginable tragedy, and little for humankind to be truly proud of. This world is a messed up place. El-P and Killer Mike address it across eleven propane-fueled tracks and manage to factor in a veritable amount of dick talk in the process.

While the first RTJ album did feel like one, there’s something in comparison with RTJ2 that makes this release feel a little fuller. It’s a statement. It’s beefier, the beats hit harder, and the rhymes are that much more belligerent. There’s so much to unpack here – just hit play and go for the ride.

On Run The Jewels 2, The world is their T-1000. We’re John Connor. They’re the T-800’s lowering down in the molten metal, hands in the fist and gun position.

3. The War on Drugs – Lost in The Dream

Five years ago, I saw The War on Drugs open for The Hold Steady five times in one week. Back then, they were a ramshackle three piece with one record out that contained just a little more than hazy sketches of songs and a vague indication that there just might be more than meets the ear. I liked them enough to buy a vinyl copy of their first record and have them sign it. They were largely undeveloped live but I liked their energy.

2011’s Slave Ambient showed the group in transition, negotiating their fuzzier past with something a little more fluid and cohesive. I guess it’s not totally surprise, but any way you put it, “Lost In A Dream” is a triumph.

It’s so easy to rest on the album’s obvious 80’s overtones, but I think that’s what makes it so refreshing, and ultimately, successful. It’s the sound of the many of our youth – when what played on the radios of our parents cars were just bits and pieces of words we could put together surrounded by warm, encompassing beds of sound. Songs like “Red Eyes” and “An Ocean In Between the Waves” – especially when that guitar lead kicks in about two-and-a-half minutes in. I’m in a car seat, I’m going to preschool, I can hear those two endless Don Henley hits with post-peak Rod Stewart in-between. 

But it’s not exactly nostalgic, either. This sound is big, sweeping, infinite. It’s music saying something. I don’t know exactly what it’s saying, but I like the vessel it’s in.

4. Against Me! – Transgender Dysphoria Blues 

I’m going to resist writing about what everyone else has said about this record, what led to its release, and what it means now. That’s a conversation we’ll be having for a long time and that’s a very good thing.

Transgender Dysphoria Blues is an album about discovery, negotiating your past, present and future and how absolutely fucking hard and completely scary it is to do that. And while the particulars aren’t the same, I can sympathize with that core feeling.

Laura Jane Grace just happened to write a record about it – one that’s furious, frenetic, and sometimes frightening. Play it through. There’s so much raw emotion – vocals that soar, guitars that with the life wrung out of them and bass that reaches the bottom of the gutter. With that combination – it’s hard to not be hooked. Never has an album so specific in theme actually been just as universal. 

5. Weezer – Everything Will Be Alright In The End

My relationship with Weezer has changed many times over the years, basically from superfan of not-quite-Hold Steady proportions to prognosticator that the “next great Weezer album is coming, I swear,” to hopeless former fan watching them play the parking lot of the local mall.

That’s why Everything Will Be Alright In The End is such a surprise. For whatever reason, Weezer flipped back on the switch. I don’t know what I expected from a Weezer album in 2014 (or that I expected anything from them at all, really) but what I find is that this album is a deeply satisfying listen. It’s a layered collection pop songs with big guitar solos and fun hooks to sing along to.

That next great album probably will never come, and that’s okay. This is all I need from them these days, and I’m glad they’re back in the business of doing it.

6. Ryan Adams – Ryan Adams/1984

It’s impossible to mention Ryan Adams’s recorded output this year without mentioning both his self-titled album and the 10-song EP 1984, which shows the downright duplicity of his catalog.

Ryan Adams is a collection of moody, 80’s guitar rock that would fit nicely alongside with other branded “college rock” radio favorites of the era. “Gimme Something Good” is a great song in ANY year, and I bet Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers are pretty pissed they didn’t write it.

1984, on the other hand, is the more fun record of the two. It’s Adams in all of his Mats/Huskers/insert-favorite-hardcore-band-here glory, busting out one similar-sounding punk blast after another. That said, both are essential listening this year and should always merit back-to-back listening.

7. Sharon Van Etten – Are We There

Always a very talented songwriter from the start, Sharon Van Etten had never really made that record. She’d written a lot of beautiful songs, teamed with one of the Dessner brothers from The National to wear in her sound a bit more, but nothing really quite came together completely like the immense beauty and infinite sadness of Are We There.

It’s easily Van Etten’s best record. Choose any song: “Afraid of Nothing,” the simplicity of “Our Love,” and the propulsive album closer “Every Time The Sun Comes Up”. Put it on and let it wash over you. It’s that kind of record.

8. Fucked Up – Glass Boys 

Fucked Up take a very different sonic approach to whatever project they’re working on, be it the scrappiness of their endless 7″ releases, the genre-bending Zodiac series, or even that goofy full-length David’s Town faux-compilation they put out exactly the same time they released a double album.

That said, every Fucked Up album is denser than the last, with all of these hidden layers that you usually don’t notice with a lot hardcore records. Glass Boys is no different. It maintains the scope of 2011’s David Comes to Life but contracts just enough to keep that laser focus they always have with each project. Half a year later, I’m not certain that I’ve got this album all figured out, but something tells me that was kind of the point.

9. The Lawrence Arms – Metropole

It was a long eight years between albums from The Lawrence Arms – for good reason. They needed the time to age out of being a scrappy punk band from Chicago pushing 30 to become a scrappy punk band from Chicago pushing 40. There’s a series of lines from “Seventeener (17th and 37th)” that sets the tone for the rest of the record: “And yesterday I woke up to find/The black in my beard had turned to white. And the pretty girls that used to smile at me/Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.” 

What Metropole represents – but certainly isn’t limited to – is a new kind of dad rock. Music made by dudes who cut their teeth on third-wave punk rock. It’s music for people old enough to worship Asian Man Records entire catalog and recall those legendary late-90’s shows at the Fireside Bowl.

The band has lost none of their edge – it’s definitely still there, and they’re just as vital. It just feels like there’s something learned, and it’s made them even better.

10. Protomartyr – Under Color Of Official Right

It’s scary that Detroit-based Protomartyr are this good two records in. Under Color of Official Right is an collection of dangerous, spacy post punk fronted by Joe Casey, whose baritone probably can best describe as a deeply unconcerned Matt Berninger. Songs like “Maidenhead”, “Trust Me Billy” and “What The Wall Said” are spiky and sinister. This is a band that sounds like they’ve got a lot to say, and with this record, they’re in the middle of a sentence.