2013 in review:
50 – 41: Songs I Would Put in my AIM Profile*
In 30 years, people are not going to remember the sexy video, the rape controversy, the lawsuit, or even T.I.’s incredible dancing. They’re just going to have fun at someone’s wedding. I long for that day.
I would like this song even if it didn’t reference Game of Thrones, but I’m not going to act like that doesn’t help.
I don’t know a ton about metal, but I do know when you name your band Skeletonwitch, I’m going to check it out at least once.
The UK’s angriest band continues to make singular punk music that no one else has the skills or inclination to make.
If Frightened Rabbit’s only contribution to music is that they continue to make albums with 3-5 great sad songs on them, they’re still going to be one of my favorite bands of the first 20 years of the 2000s.
I almost rejected this band outright due to an especially case of blog obnoxiousness and my cousin Jared, but this ended up being one of my favorite electro-pop songs of the year.
Come for the continued maturity of Danny Brown, stay for the earworm chorus, convince Purity Ring to make more rap songs.**
Sorry, Brooklyn, dancing is going to solve anything (but this song rules, in a “let’s do cocaine” kind of way).
The kings of “quiet-LOUD, EVERFUCKING LOUD-quiet” return with a great “quiet” song.
The best thing about Boat, besides how simple and unassuming they are, is how OVER IT they seem. Boat does not sound like a rock band trying to make it or impress anyone. It makes the song’s charms all the more elegant.
40-30 : You’re Getting a Mix Tape From Me, These Songs Are on It
The last 60 seconds of this song is the best song of the year.
Philadelphia’s answer to the Constantines just keeps getting better and better. If you call this “dad punk” in front of me, I’m going to slap the shit out of you.
(Quick aside about Restorations: I’ve seen them live a few times, and everyone in the band looks like the I.T. guy at your office. As a schulby goofball, it makes me feel good to see dorks a-rockin.)
This is the prettiest pill music song of the 2013, so, drug away, weird scene children.
This is how I like my punk: messy, nihilistic, brutal, angry and stormy as shit.
Please see the above comment about how I like my punk. These two songs are venomous enough for … I don’t know, a snake platoon? Fuck you, these songs are great.
The Front Bottoms don’t always work, but when they do, like on “Skeleton,” it’s songs are great in a Connor Oberst, confessional journal kind of way.
Ho hum, Torche just up and made the posi-metal jam of the year, continue to be your best way into the brutal world of hard rock.
Additionally, TORCHE TORCH TORCHE TORCHE TORCHE TORCHE TORCHE TORCHE TOOOOOOOORRRRRRCCCCCHHHHHEEEEEE.
Some people didn’t like this song, and I suspect it is because folks don’t like hearing a grown man say “daddy.” Whatever. The sentiment of the tune (parents have to give up their lives for their kids) works for me, as does the slide guitar.
Bronsolino is the new king of New York, and this song is a big reason why.
Stevenson totally and completely justifies her entire career in one awesome, rocking, pretty song. LOVE this one.
30-21: I Will Dance and Sing These Songs Embarrassingly in my car Every Time. I Will Feel No Shame About This.
The Virgins sound like all the best parts of the first decade of the 2000s rolled into one band. In other words, they sound like no one else around at the moment, and it’s great.
If only all “art” music sounded as good as this.
I’ve never done speed, but this song makes me want to do some speed an commit a crime.
I like songs with a few miles on them. More on this when I talk about Isbell’s album in a few days. For now, just know that it’s time for you to carve out three minutes and listen to this song.
The mom-rock song of the decade has arrived.
It might seem like I’m being some kind of pretentious asshat here, not listing “Get Lucky” as my favorite song from Daft Punk’s great new record. Maybe I am. I don’t dispute that “Get Lucky” is a total jam (same for “Lose Yourself to Dance) and that it’s a worthy, great song that will live on for years to come. That said, it doesn’t give me chills the way “Gorgio by Moroder” does. I will never be able to play this song at a party, what with the German dude talking for the first 3 minutes, but it’s the best song on the album and I’m not sorry about it.
I wish there was a version of this song with only Future’s parts. Also, if you don’t want to scream “I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI,” you’re probably dead.
More on this song in a few days. Death to false folk.
Pound for pound, the coolest song of the year.
Top 20 songs coming tomorrow.
*I’ll admit to dating myself a bit with this reference. If you are older than me, change “AIM Profile” to “Yearbook.” If you are younger than me, change “AIM Profile” to, I don’t know, Tumblr? Sorry, people younger than me, I’m not in step with you.
** There’s a sentence I never thought I’d write.