This time of year, everyone (including us at LxL) are terribly obsessed with creating “end of the year lists”. Not only is it a fun topic of conversation and heated debate, but I also think it is appropriate because it is a good way to categorize eras of music. However, part of me always has a problem with the rush of the “end of year lists”. With the amount of music that comes our way in a year these days, it is hard not to miss a few things here and there. This is why last year I posted a LxListening reflecting on the songs of the year prior. For this year I am going to stick with the concept, but switch to albums. These are all albums that are now staples of mine. They have made my “go to” list of albums that will forever be tagged in my library as favorites, yet last year at this time, I’d hardly even listened to them (or in some cases, had not listened to them at all). In no particular order:
Death Grips – The Money Store
The fact that this album was not even on my radar last year is almost depressing to me. Since really discovering The Money Store this past spring, it has been a staple for me in many moods and atmospheres … especially ones that involve extreme thrashing of any kind.
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Well December is now upon us, which means the years end is rapidly approaching. Everyone is just chomping at the bit to be the first ones to post their “best of the year lists” whether it be movies, books, songs, video games, or albums. To me, this is rather dumb. Not the process of picking a list of your favorite anything, I love that. But rather the rush to do so. Sure December isn’t always the most prime month for an album drop, but this year alone, The Roots, and The Black Keys have albums dropping in December. Both of which could easily make it on my “best of the year list” if they play their cards right. The other thing that bothers me about this approach, is the fact that a year, or months, or even weeks after the fact, that list could potentially hold half it’s value to you. People get overhyped about albums, or ruined by the timing of an album, or maybe the album just hits that at the perfect time, or maybe the album was overplayed by a dumb friend to the dumb point where you wanted to repeatedly smash his dumb ipod into his dumb face until he dumb cried like a little girl.