<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:58:47.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Culture: The Filthy Rich Reviews</title><subtitle type='html'>My picks for the best in music, movies, and anything else pop-culture related. Feel free to browse, argue, or discover.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-6161664299596728389</id><published>2012-01-28T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:58:47.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSH: A Fanboy's Guide Part III: 1989-1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/00/Rush_Presto.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Presto (1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New label? New producer? New decade? Whatever the reason, &lt;i&gt;Presto&lt;/i&gt; found Rush eager to shake up their approach once more, abandoning layers of keyboards and feats of "look-at-me!" instrumental prowess in favor of a sparse, streamlined sound. If the intent was to shift focus towards the songs, the trio couldn't have picked a better batch; this is Rush at their most melodic and pop-friendly, veering between hard rock ("Chain Lightning," "Show Don't Tell") and moody balladry ("The Pass," "Presto") with effortless ease. The album's biggest flaw? A terrible production job from Rupert Hine that turns the band's attack thin and toothless. Fortunately, the songs have aged much better than their sonics, making &lt;i&gt;Presto&lt;/i&gt; a lost gem and a reinvigorating comeback at a time when Rush needed it desperately.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/r/rush/album-roll-the-bones.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Roll The Bones (1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea change initiated with &lt;i&gt;Presto&lt;/i&gt; reaped dividends almost immediately, as &lt;i&gt;Roll The Bones&lt;/i&gt; became the group's first Top 5 album in a decade and their biggest seller since &lt;i&gt;Moving Pictures&lt;/i&gt;. Certainly the album's opening one-two punch doesn't disappoint, with the surging "Dreamline" (a setlist mainstay for six straight tours) finding perfect counterpoint in "Bravado," a composition as straightforward and haunting as anything in the band's catalog. But too many of the remaining eight tracks fall victim to rote riffs and the continuing curse of thin production, and when the trio &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; decide to experiment... well, that's the elephant&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;or, more precisely, the rapping skeleton&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;in the room. For a huge segment of fans, "Roll The Bones" marks a line in the sand; intentional joke or not, the song remains the most grievous example of Rush choosing to follow a trend, rather than chart their own path independent of pop culture. Unfortunately, that same philosophy would muddy the waters even further on the next album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/rush/images/albums/counterparts-cover-s.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Counterparts (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush were certainly not the only heritage act to view the surging "grunge" movement as an open invitation to crank up the guitars&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;et tu, R.E.M.'s &lt;i&gt;Monster&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;and after nearly a decade of fading into the background, hearing Alex Lifeson front-and-center for an entire record ain't entirely bad. But it comes at a price: &lt;i&gt;Counterparts&lt;/i&gt; sounds less like Rush than any album before or since. The best tracks ("Stick It Out," "Animate") are heavy as hell but far too beholden to then-current radio trends; the weaker ones ("Nobody's Hero") betray an uncomfortable sentimentality that rarely surfaced in Peart's earlier lyrics. Interestingly enough, &lt;i&gt;Counterparts&lt;/i&gt;' most enduring number completely breaks the guitar-centric mold, with the funky (by Rush standards, anyway) instrumental "Leave That Thing Alone" adding badly-needed levity to one of the trio's most leaden efforts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51eY9WVdbuL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Test For Echo (1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's one solid takeaway from &lt;i&gt;Test For Echo&lt;/i&gt;: "Power trio" Rush finally return for good. (Need a new Geddy bass workout? Try "Driven"! Wanna hear Neil navigate a million time changes without breaking a sweat? Enjoy "Time And Motion"!) Too bad the thrill of hearing the classic sound in action dissipates so quickly; for the first time in ages, there's no joy anywhere in these tracks, no spark of experimentation or creativity. &lt;i&gt;Echo&lt;/i&gt; is simply Rush-by-the-numbers, plodding and predictable. Terrible circumstances would soon force the group into an extended hiatus; years later, their eventual return-to-form would make this record and &lt;i&gt;Counterparts&lt;/i&gt; seem like momentary stumbles on the road back to greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31CPMTZD90L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Different Stages (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star4_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "four studio, one live" album trend continues, and with a stopgap release to boot&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;but what a stopgap! With &lt;i&gt;Different Stages&lt;/i&gt;, Rush offer a complete live show for the very first time, and while the setlist leans a little too heavy on inferior recent efforts (while shortchanging &lt;i&gt;Presto&lt;/i&gt; in the process), the trio still find room for a few jaw-dropping revivals: "Natural Science," "The Analog Kid," and, unbelievably, the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; full concert performance of "2112" to date. But for diehards, Discs One and Two are merely a two-hour warm-up to the main event: a previous-unreleased 1978 show from the Hammersmith Odeon, with the band at the peak of their prog-rock powers. "Cygnus X-1," "A Farewell To Kings," &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; "Cinderella Man" in brilliant live quality? One can only imagine what other Holy Grail artifacts Rush are still hiding in their heavily-fortified vault...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-6161664299596728389?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6161664299596728389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=6161664299596728389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6161664299596728389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6161664299596728389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/rush-fanboys-guide-part-iii-1989-1998_28.html' title='RUSH: A Fanboy&apos;s Guide Part III: 1989-1998'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-6025524847640342702</id><published>2012-01-28T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:54:54.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSH: A Fanboy's Guide Part II: 1980-1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/51/Rush_Permanent_Waves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Permanent Waves (1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Peart declares &lt;i&gt;Permanent Waves&lt;/i&gt; the album where Rush was truly born, and who am I to argue? Certainly it's the beginning of their most accessible period to date, signaled with the very first electrifying notes of "The Spirit Of Radio"; the technical proficiency is still 100% Rush, but the mainstream touches&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;nods to new wave, actual &lt;i&gt;choruses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;broaden the music in ways that longer epics never could. "Radio" remains the album's calling card (and the other Rush song everyone knows after "Tom Sawyer"), but it's far from the only highlight, as &lt;i&gt;Permanent Waves&lt;/i&gt; finds the trio charting its clearest statement of purpose ("Freewill"), hitting new levels of emotional directness ("Entre Nous"), and yes, still acknowledging their prog-rock roots ("Jacob's Ladder"). All that, plus album closer "Natural Science," quite possibly &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;quintessential Rush song of all time: nine flawless minutes of everything&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;from IQ-level lyrics to stop-on-a-dime time-signatures&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;that makes Rush so singularly unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4a/Moving_Pictures.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moving Pictures (1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watershed, both in critical &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; commercial terms, as Rush found themselves in the enviable position of reaching their widest audience with (arguably) their best album. Side One alone is the stuff of legend, its sequence of four tracks&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;"Tom Sawyer," "Red Barchetta," "YYZ," and "Limelight"&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;now all staples on classic-rock radio and cornerstones of every Rush concert since. And without the worry of overexposure, the second half might hold up even better now than it did in 1981, with the trio shifting from the space-age reggae of "Vital Signs" to the brooding "Witch Hunt" and, finally, "The Camera Eye," their glorious farewell to extended epics. (It would be the last Rush studio track to top ten minutes.) Other albums have their supporters, but practically every true fan agrees on &lt;i&gt;Moving Pictures&lt;/i&gt;: a hands-down classic, and justifiably so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Rush_Exit_Stage_Left.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Exit... Stage Left (1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star4_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after the release of an additional half-dozen live platters, &lt;i&gt;Exit... Stage Left&lt;/i&gt; remains the gold standard for Rush concert recordings, which only makes sense: how could a recording of one of the best live acts around playing songs from their best albums &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be anything but astounding? As opposed to, say, &lt;i&gt;Kiss Alive!&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Exit... Stage Left&lt;/i&gt; didn't so much create Rush's reputation as solidify it, although one suspects countless new fans have still been converted over the years thanks to the playing of Side One&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;coupled with variations on the phrase, "These guys sound &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; like the record live." Plus, you can credit (or blame) &lt;i&gt;Exit&lt;/i&gt; for now-standard crowd singalongs to "Closer To The Heart," not to mention the constant level of godlike worship cast in Neil Peart's general direction. His solo on "YYZ" remains the most famous percussion workout this side of "Moby Dick"; listen close, and you can almost hear an entire generation of drummers having their minds collectively blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/63/Rush_Signals.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Signals (1982)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star4_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following up &lt;i&gt;Moving Pictures&lt;/i&gt; was bound to be an impossible task, and it's to the trio's credit that they made a conscious shift in direction rather than going for the easy sequel. Much maligned at the time, &lt;i&gt;Signals&lt;/i&gt; holds up surprisingly well in hindsight, thanks to Rush now fully embracing the new-wave influence of bands like The Police&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;especially on the "Man" cuts ("Digital Man," "New World Man")&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;without abandoning any of their hard-won idiosyncrasies.  Keyboards, while more prominent than ever, actually retain some genuine muscle in this context ("Subdivisions," "The Weapon"), and only the wet-balloon closer "Countdown" betrays any hint of the synthesized glop to follow on future albums. One dud aside, &lt;i&gt;Signals&lt;/i&gt; is ever bit the equal of its more lauded Eighties brethren; perhaps more than any other title in the Rush canon, it's long overdue for reassessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/66/Rush_Grace_Under_Pressure.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grace Under Pressure (1984)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star3_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like any Rush release before or since, &lt;i&gt;Grace Under Pressure&lt;/i&gt; polarizes. Some love the dark, dystopian flavor of Peart's lyrics (Nuclear war! Death! The Holocaust! And that's just the first three songs!), while others suffocate under the record's remorseless bent. Either way, the music of &lt;i&gt;Grace&lt;/i&gt; suits the overriding theme perfectly&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;again, one might argue, perhaps &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; perfectly&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;for this is one chilly album, all icy keyboards and spiky guitars, with nary a hint of the band's earlier, analog warmth to be found. When it works, it works well ("Between The Wheels" and "The Body Electric" in particular), but it also locks &lt;i&gt;Grace Under Pressure &lt;/i&gt;into a particular mid-Eighties moment, making it a unique entry in the Rush catalog&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;and an equally hard one to fully embrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/31/Rush_Grace_Tour.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grace Under Pressure Tour 1984 (1985/2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the chronology complaints get too loud, a quick clarification: &lt;i&gt;Grace Under Pressure Tour 1984&lt;/i&gt; appeared on VHS and laserdisc in 1985, which puts its corresponding soundtrack in the same musical era&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;even though more than two decades elapsed before a proper release. (It's been available in a box set since 2006, and as a standalone CD since 2009.) For the diehards, &lt;i&gt;Tour 1984&lt;/i&gt; marks the only official live performance of the "Fear" trilogy in order, along with the earliest airing of "Vital Signs." For all others, this is a much better summation of Rush's "synth period" than the cruddy &lt;i&gt;Show Of Hands&lt;/i&gt;, although the truncated setlist greatly dilutes its impact.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e2/Rush_Power_Windows.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Power Windows (1985)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where everything goes off the rails. Whereas &lt;i&gt;Signals&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Grace&lt;/i&gt; were taunt, muscular records despite the heavy influx of keyboards, &lt;i&gt;Power Windows&lt;/i&gt; is simply bloated, with nearly every spark of magic over-produced and over-sequenced within an inch of its life. There are still a few solid numbers&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;"The Big Money," "Manhattan Project," and possibly "Marathon" before the choir kicks in&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;but even those have to fight through extra layers of studio polish just to resonate. Uniformity finally wins out on Side Two, which basically amounts to one very long, very synthetic song. Naturally, in the perverse spirit of the times, &lt;i&gt;Power Windows&lt;/i&gt; became a big hit on rock radio and even MTV, meaning things would have to get worse before they got better... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8c/Rush_Hold_Your_Fire.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hold Your Fire (1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a sequel to &lt;i&gt;Power Windows&lt;/i&gt;, but with more synths and fewer decent songs. Small wonder &lt;i&gt;Hold Your Fire&lt;/i&gt; now feels like Rush's lowest point since &lt;i&gt;Caress Of Steel&lt;/i&gt;, minus that earlier record's youthful charm. "Time Stands Still," miraculously, emerges relatively unscathed; every other track points to a band running on Auto Pilot. The only upshot? &lt;i&gt;Hold Your Fire&lt;/i&gt; would spur Rush towards a period of drastic reinvention, with a new label and sound within the span of two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/02/Rush_A_Show_of_Hands.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Show Of Hands (1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rush formula of "four studio records, then a live album" finally bit them on the ass with &lt;i&gt;A Show Of Hands&lt;/i&gt;, easily the weakest of the trio's numerous concert recordings. This is what happens when you spotlight a tour in support of the worst Rush album in over a decade: Eight songs (of fourteen) from &lt;i&gt;Power Windows&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Hold Your Fire&lt;/i&gt;, two songs &lt;i&gt;total&lt;/i&gt; that predate &lt;i&gt;Signals&lt;/i&gt;, and one drum solo (of course). Oh yeah, and uniformly flat sound throughout. Rush currently has nine official live CDs available; do yourself a favor and get the other eight first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-6025524847640342702?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6025524847640342702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=6025524847640342702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6025524847640342702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6025524847640342702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/rush-fanboys-guide-part-ii-1980-1989.html' title='RUSH: A Fanboy&apos;s Guide Part II: 1980-1989'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-2261703421918263402</id><published>2012-01-28T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:49:59.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSH: A Fanboy's Guide Part I: 1974-78</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Last year, in the wake of watching &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rush-Beyond-Lighted-Stage-DVD/dp/B003J27WFW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1278621490&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rush: Beyond The Lighted Stage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;an excellent two-hour documentary detailing the history of Canada's premiere power trio&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;I was once again reminded of just how consistently &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; these guys have been for well over three decades now. Most of the artists who knocked me sideways in high school are either ancient history (Zeppelin, Floyd) or coasting off past glories (The Cure, Prince), yet Rush continue to thrive, turning out solid new releases and playing to packing amphitheaters without the slightest drop-off in their monstrous musicianship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Rush1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  And after years of willful media ignorance (if not outright hostility), maybe society is finally ready to give the band its due. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1155056/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Love You Man&lt;/i&gt; used Rush as an entire secondary plotline&lt;/a&gt;. In May 2010, &lt;a href="http://media.tribecafilm.com/documents/TFF-Awards_History_updated.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beyond The Lighted Stage&lt;/i&gt; won the audience award at the Tribeca Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;. Best of all, &lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/176340/july-16-2008/rush" target="_blank"&gt; Steven Colbert trotted the band out for their first American television appearance in decades and, despite a few jokes, actually wound up treating them with outright reverence&lt;/a&gt;. Which only proves that, for men (and occasionally women) of a certain age, Rush will always be a rite of passage. Somewhere, in a suburban bedroom or band practice space, hordes of teenagers are still geeking out to Neil Peart's drum wizardry or Geddy's galloping Rickenbacker lines... and honestly, I can't think of a better musical legacy for any artist.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The brief summaries below were started last year, then abandoned... then re-assessed and re-written again in the last few days. Treat them as less a summation of all things Rush, and more a handy overview for those curious about the music or simply ready to move beyond the compilations (&lt;i&gt;Retrospective I-III&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Chronicles&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;The Spirit Of Radio: Greatest Hits&lt;/i&gt;). As always, argue and enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/92/Rush_self_titled.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Rush (1974)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red-headed stepchild of the discography, &lt;i&gt;Rush&lt;/i&gt; is an inauspicious debut, with little hint of the future greatness to come. Geddy's banshee wail already stands out, but with no Peart to handle drum duties or lyrics&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;the late John Rutsey covers the former, Lee and Lifeson split the latter&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;most of the material comes off as woefully generic, the words to early single "In The Mood" in particular now reading like a bad parody of '70s boogie-rock. "Working Man," a live staple to this day, remains thrillingly epic, but the rest is easily skippable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/r/rush/album-fly-by-night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Fly By Night (1975)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star3_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge artistic leap forward, &lt;i&gt;Fly By Night&lt;/i&gt; is best remembered for the timeless title track and "Anthem," a Peart-penned ode to Ayn Rand and a pivotal song in Rush history. (Witness the band's own label, Anthem Records.) With producer Terry Brown on board for the first of seven studio albums, the trio begins to lock down its signature sound: instrumental precision fused to distinctly &lt;i&gt;non&lt;/i&gt;-rock subject matter, best exemplified by the four-part, eight-and-a-half-minute "By-Tor And The Snow Dog." The album loses steam towards the end, but the building blocks were in place, and Rush were about to produce their first classic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fa/Rush_Caress_of_Steel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Caress Of Steel (1975)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But not quite yet. &lt;i&gt;Caress Of Steel&lt;/i&gt; marks the moment when the band's reach exceeds their grasp, resulting in a record of big ideas marred by half-baked execution. The label almost dropped them, the live trek became known as the "Down The Tubes Tour," and 35 years on, it still takes an iron will to make it through all twenty minutes of "The Fountain Of Lamneth." Only "Bastille Day" and "Lakeside Park" stand out, compact gems on an otherwise bloated album, and the casual fan would be better served grabbing both via compilations instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/Rush_2112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2112 (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star4_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakthrough. Against all odds, &lt;i&gt;2112&lt;/i&gt; mines the same territory as &lt;i&gt;Caress &lt;/i&gt;but this time everything works; the side-long title suite, a sci-fi version of the band's own battle for artistic freedom, is easily the defining moment of Rush's early career, with the opening movements ("Overture" and "The Temples Of Syrinx") making regular live appearances to this day. The rest of the album, while naturally overshadowed by the epic on Side One, kicks with a newfound passion, especially "A Passage To Bangkok" and "Something For Nothing." With &lt;i&gt;2112&lt;/i&gt;, Rush turned a corner, and the next five years would find them firing on all cylinders.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/rush/images/albums/alltheworldsastage-cover-s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;All The World's A Stage (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decent, if not incredibly essential, summation of the early era, with surprisingly strong focus on the first two albums at the expense of then-widely-popular &lt;i&gt;2112&lt;/i&gt; (save "Something For Nothing" and an abbreviated take on the suite itself).  Rush would produce many &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; more live discs over time, but this is still the first, and the rawest, which makes it a nice listen for fans of the formative years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1e/Rush_A_Farewell_to_Kings.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A Farewell To Kings (1977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star4_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comfortable in their own skin, Rush continued to push the boundaries of songwriting with &lt;i&gt;A Farewell To Kings&lt;/i&gt;: "Xanadu" stays remarkably linear over the course of eleven minutes, while at the opposite end of the spectrum, future anthem "Closer To The Heart" is simplicity itself. Both would actually blossom further in a live setting, but that's about the only real knock on an album that also includes lesser-known classics like the title track and the knotty, mind-blowing "Cygnus X-1." Along with &lt;i&gt;2112&lt;/i&gt;, this is the pinnacle of the trio's 1970s output.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6c/Rush_Hemispheres.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hemispheres (1978)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Star3_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could've been another breakthrough turned out to be the end of the line, at least for the densely-layered prog-rock Rush had been pursuing over the course of four successive albums. The title track delivers more of everything&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;look! another side-long epic!&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;which makes it a favorite in certain circles; personally, I find the result more exhausting than exhilarating. No quibbles with the record's second half, though, a near-flawless hat trick that moves from the heavy rock of "Circumstances" to lyrical standout "The Trees" before closing with the 9:35 workout "La Villa Strangiato," the latter finding Peart, Lee, and especially Lifeson locking together with near-telepathic clarity. Still the finest of the trio's many instrumentals (sorry, "YYZ"), "La Villa" ends Rush's first decade on an incredibly high note, perhaps to foreshadow the next record to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-2261703421918263402?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2261703421918263402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=2261703421918263402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/2261703421918263402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/2261703421918263402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/rush-fanboys-guide-part-i-1974-78.html' title='RUSH: A Fanboy&apos;s Guide Part I: 1974-78'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-3074459398694152013</id><published>2012-01-17T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T05:11:42.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 7]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPSFFFUvyac/TxVxotOU3yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yxfIgDtAq34/s1600/Default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPSFFFUvyac/TxVxotOU3yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yxfIgDtAq34/s200/Default.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698585847655620386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;19.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Default&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Canadians need to stick together—especially if those Canadians are hell-bent on taking down American rock music from the inside. Which explains why Nickelback lead singer Chad Kroeger’s grubby little hands are all over the first (and only) song people remember from Default. (And saying “Wasting My Time” is the best thing Kroeger’s ever been involved with? Truthful, but not really a compliment.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Default won the 2002 Juno Award for “Best New Group,” thereby placing them in an elite category that also includes Billy Talent, The Philosopher Kings, Glass Tiger, and… Nickelback.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UAocvKHUidg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mlu2ueiShKo/TxVx3i_9f3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/llLXcOPFdQY/s1600/Lifehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mlu2ueiShKo/TxVx3i_9f3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/llLXcOPFdQY/s200/Lifehouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698586102609051506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;20.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A band composed of lead singer Jason Wade and whomever he hasn’t fired yet, Lifehouse is notable for proving that contemporary Christian bands can rip off Pearl Jam just as easily as all those heathen acts. Of course, as with every trend the Christian music genre latches onto, they showed up to the party about eight years late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Two different songs by Lifehouse—“Hanging By A Moment” and “You And Me”—have &lt;i&gt;each&lt;/i&gt; spent more than a year on the Billboard Hot 100, which perfectly illustrates why no one listens to pop radio anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e-SVDQ6A-Ps" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpLcZLF4OKw/TxVyb8iYOCI/AAAAAAAAANA/QQ-4tURrT6E/s1600/Nickelback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpLcZLF4OKw/TxVyb8iYOCI/AAAAAAAAANA/QQ-4tURrT6E/s200/Nickelback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698586727939586082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;21.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nickelback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, who else did you expect? The consolidation of post-grunge in its purest form, Nickelback have spent the last decade selling more than &lt;i&gt;50 million albums worldwide&lt;/i&gt;, making them the second biggest foreign act in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;i&gt;behind The Beatles&lt;/i&gt;. Which is odd, since everybody on the planet hates Nickelback. Don’t believe me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #1&lt;/b&gt;: For starters, &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/jpmoore/detroit-fans-really-hate-nickelback" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hates Nickelback&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #2&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/tim-olson-hates-nickelback-cci" target="_blank"&gt;Along with Tim Olson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #3&lt;/b&gt;: Plus &lt;a href="http://articles.nydailynews.com/2010-02-25/entertainment/27057404_1_facebook-fans-pickle-nickelback" target="_blank"&gt;everyone on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #4&lt;/b&gt;: Even &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/5166240802/nickelback-responds-to-NFL-petition" target="_blank"&gt;the band itself&lt;/a&gt; is baffled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #5&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe the best solution is to &lt;a href="http://www.aux.tv/2011/11/nickelblock/" target="_blank"&gt;simply install NickelBlocker on your computer&lt;/a&gt;. Except then, you wouldn’t be reading this right now. And wouldn’t that be a shame?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rpIFnTHXExE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-3074459398694152013?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3074459398694152013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=3074459398694152013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/3074459398694152013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/3074459398694152013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_17.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 7]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPSFFFUvyac/TxVxotOU3yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yxfIgDtAq34/s72-c/Default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-6258682256695006161</id><published>2012-01-16T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:19:40.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 6]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ELkc4iSe8/TxQgty1PvMI/AAAAAAAAAME/FpKFzNGCp2M/s1600/Puddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ELkc4iSe8/TxQgty1PvMI/AAAAAAAAAME/FpKFzNGCp2M/s200/Puddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698215399641824450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;16.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Puddle Of Mudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An entirely-major-label-created “band” built around Kurt Cobain doppelganger &lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/9thPhoenix/lolz/View/2267859712" target="_blank"&gt;Wes Scantlin&lt;/a&gt;, P.O.M. achieved insane levels of success in late 2001 thanks to one kind benefactor, who not only discovered and signed them, but even directed the video below! (Hint: His name rhymes with Dead Worst!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: The Muddsters followed up their giant hit with the nearly-as-giant “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKWWyEP7Xaw" target="_blank"&gt;She Hates Me&lt;/a&gt;,” officially becoming the first act in history to glean inspiration from the oeuvre of Ugly Kid Joe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xJJsoquu70o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKz52zKqZyU/TxQgy5gSowI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Gonm06WMp34/s1600/Oleander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKz52zKqZyU/TxQgy5gSowI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Gonm06WMp34/s200/Oleander.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698215487332328194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;17.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oleander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What’s the simplest way to ensure your fifteen minutes of post-grunge fame? If you’re Oleander, simply “borrow” the opening of “Heart-Shaped Box” for your own “original” composition, and presto! Instant #3 Mainstream Rock hit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: There is nothing fun about Oleander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YnfoZ8gnIhk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4XFNAsxcHY/TxQhMfqZPqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ug3S8Ui7CSA/s1600/Tantric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4XFNAsxcHY/TxQhMfqZPqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ug3S8Ui7CSA/s200/Tantric.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698215927071981218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;18.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tantric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;See “Days Of The New” listing, &lt;a href="http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_14.html" target="_blank"&gt;Day 4&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Historians have determined that the first Tantric album (titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tantric&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;) bears a closer resemblance to the first Days Of The New album (titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Days Of The New&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;) than does the second Days Of The New album (titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Days Of The New&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;). Discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="480" height="360" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xcxcbj"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-6258682256695006161?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6258682256695006161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=6258682256695006161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6258682256695006161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6258682256695006161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_16.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 6]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ELkc4iSe8/TxQgty1PvMI/AAAAAAAAAME/FpKFzNGCp2M/s72-c/Puddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-1342966054623382914</id><published>2012-01-15T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T07:59:39.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 5]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cFx5IuU7Eg/TxL0ZK54vqI/AAAAAAAAALg/9gZpBSUG7oU/s1600/Staind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cFx5IuU7Eg/TxL0ZK54vqI/AAAAAAAAALg/9gZpBSUG7oU/s200/Staind.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697885191838154402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;13.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Staind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Not content to simply defecate on rock music with his own group, Fred Durst is &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; responsible for the success of Staind, first giving them a national &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;spotlight on the 1999 Family Values Tour, and then sharing lead vocals on the group’s first hit, “Outside.” Angry bald men everywhere respond by buying 30 million records from both bands combined over the next decade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Lead singer Aaron Lewis has been known to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8U1gbw5OeyQ" target="_blank"&gt;cover Pearl Jam’s “Black” in concert&lt;/a&gt;, proving he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; have a sense of humor after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wVC1iBVnKJk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-At_YPkQply8/TxL0wFRkbRI/AAAAAAAAALs/xtxXwsOraNQ/s1600/Fuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-At_YPkQply8/TxL0wFRkbRI/AAAAAAAAALs/xtxXwsOraNQ/s200/Fuel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697885585463864594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Learning from the success of Creed and Staind, Fuel picked yet another non-descript one-syllable word as &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; band moniker and rode the strangled vocal cords of lead singer Brett Scallions (yes, that’s his real name) to two-hit-wonder glory. (Am I a bad person for &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj9qu_fuel-shimmer_music" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still kinda liking “Shimmer”&lt;/a&gt;? Probably.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; fourth-placer Chris Daughtry rejected an invitation to become the group’s new lead singer in 2006, choosing instead the far more lucrative route of forming his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; Fuel cover band, better known as DAUGHTRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZbHfgXJKn1Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qv9UCKxPrk/TxL1AZBmEjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6yQfUFWhN1k/s1600/Godsmack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qv9UCKxPrk/TxL1AZBmEjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6yQfUFWhN1k/s200/Godsmack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697885865643479602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Godsmack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;For most acts, stealing your name from a deep-cut Alice In Chains song—&lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; swiping A.I.C.’s entire drop-D, minor-key sound first—would be the ultimate in hubris. Not so for Godsmack, who took plagiarism one step further by stealing &lt;i&gt;the entire Stone Temple Pilots “Plush” video&lt;/i&gt; for their own “Keep Away.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: I was going to leave Godsmack off this list, since their sound is more derivative of Pantera these days… until I spied that video and got annoyed all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5KJauwm1PZo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-1342966054623382914?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1342966054623382914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=1342966054623382914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/1342966054623382914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/1342966054623382914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_15.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 5]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cFx5IuU7Eg/TxL0ZK54vqI/AAAAAAAAALg/9gZpBSUG7oU/s72-c/Staind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-2847612074306125136</id><published>2012-01-14T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:01:00.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;br /&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ck6p-R6KXoo/TxGiaoScJYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zkB10zbPwRk/s1600/DaysOf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ck6p-R6KXoo/TxGiaoScJYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zkB10zbPwRk/s200/DaysOf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697513581975446914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Days Of The New&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;For those wondering what a band would sound like if their entire scope of musical influence consisted of the Alice In Chains episode of &lt;i&gt;MTV Unplugged&lt;/i&gt;, here’s your answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: The second Days Of The New album found frontman Travis Meeks dumping the rest of the band in favor of future Pussycat Doll &lt;a href="http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/news/id.6599/title.days-of-the-new-singer-reveals-past-on-nicole-scherzinger" target="_blank"&gt;Nicole Scherzinger&lt;/a&gt;. The fired members retaliated by creating the world’s first Days Of The New tribute act, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrQ_iIcDN1o&amp;amp;ob=av2e" target="_blank"&gt;Tantric&lt;/a&gt;. History proceeded to throw up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wg-HZd4Lb2Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HURzFRNMYDM/TxGiukv0RJI/AAAAAAAAALI/a9GekIE2Xd4/s1600/Flys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HURzFRNMYDM/TxGiukv0RJI/AAAAAAAAALI/a9GekIE2Xd4/s200/Flys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697513924622304402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Flys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Most post-grunge bands managed to sustain bafflingly long careers… and then we have The Flys. Apparently, they came up with a foolproof way to avoid over-extending their fifteen minutes: Simply insert a &lt;i&gt;completely bizarre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rastafarian toasting breakdown&lt;/i&gt; about two minutes into your first (and only) chart appearance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: “Got You (Where I Want You)” appears in the film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disturbing Behavior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;, the one box office “success” for Katie Holmes before she became Mrs. Tom Cruise. James Marsden also stars. And dear Lord, this movie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/disturbing_behavior/" target="_blank"&gt;terrible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BM_OWaItNJM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td5YERnDzpo/TxGjLrfwE4I/AAAAAAAAALU/7TqTXwA6kHo/s1600/3doorsdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td5YERnDzpo/TxGjLrfwE4I/AAAAAAAAALU/7TqTXwA6kHo/s200/3doorsdown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697514424650175362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 Doors Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Imagine a band from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Escatawapa&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, gleaning their chief musical inspiration from the album &lt;i&gt;Sixteen Stone&lt;/i&gt; by Bush. Now imagine a band even worse than that band, and you’ve got 3 Doors Down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: 3 Doors Down is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; hitting the Top 10 on the Mainstream Rock charts in 2011, which perfectly illustrates why no one listens to rock radio anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xPU8OAjjS4k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-2847612074306125136?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2847612074306125136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=2847612074306125136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/2847612074306125136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/2847612074306125136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_14.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 4]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ck6p-R6KXoo/TxGiaoScJYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zkB10zbPwRk/s72-c/DaysOf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-3189568118863056955</id><published>2012-01-12T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:00:46.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;br /&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCp9JjZw5yc/Tw7zuX6ixNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y5nGm3Gf7To/s1600/7M3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCp9JjZw5yc/Tw7zuX6ixNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y5nGm3Gf7To/s200/7M3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696758556689351890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Mary Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;Much like our political process in 2000, the state of Florida almost single-handedly destroyed popular music in the late 90’s, beginning with Orlando-based 7M3 (who only moved there after the local FM station put “Cumbersome” in heavy rotation). Flush with early success, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt; proceeded to unleash the following acts upon an unsuspecting world: Creed (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tallahassee&lt;/st1:city&gt;), Limp Bizkit (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;), and Matchbox 20, Backstreet Boys, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; ‘N Sync (all Orlando). Suddenly, selling the state back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cuba &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;seems like a fantastic idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Seven Mary Three’s follow-up record, &lt;i&gt;RockCrown&lt;/i&gt;, is arguably the best of &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; post-grunge albums. (And I know that’s akin to being the tallest midget, but still. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNTUzmaSRSM" target="_blank"&gt;A lot of this album is pretty great&lt;/a&gt;.) Naturally, it didn’t sell. (Sensing a trend yet?)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:47348/cp~vid%3D47348%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A47348" width="512" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 500px; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cK8Sb5CJXGo/Tw7zmYDJS1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/d5IgDeLYp2M/s1600/Matchbox20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cK8Sb5CJXGo/Tw7zmYDJS1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/d5IgDeLYp2M/s200/Matchbox20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696758419286477650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matchbox 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those who would like to pretend otherwise, here’s a brief reminder that, beneath all those tailored suits and model wives and Grammy Awards, there lurks just another pseudo-grunge outfit with trite lyrics and yawling vocals. Also, much better publicists.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Hey kids! Did you know that M20 lead singer Rob Thomas co-wrote “Smooth” for Carlos Santana? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXp413NynFk" target="_blank"&gt;And sang it as well&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; won &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-vND5_u8u4" target="_blank"&gt;three Grammies for it in 2000&lt;/a&gt;? Depressingly, all true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="480" height="360" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xcz1ee"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5ckfE0iZJE/Tw7zfh9kpeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E9C1_jPULyQ/s1600/Creed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5ckfE0iZJE/Tw7zfh9kpeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E9C1_jPULyQ/s200/Creed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696758301688374754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the new millennium dawned, the “Worst Band Of All Time” race quickly boiled down to two equally repugnant contenders: Limp Bizkit (33 million sold worldwide) and Creed (seven consecutive chart-topping singles on rock radio). History, in its attempt to reach a conclusive decision, simply recoiled and threw up on itself, ironically giving birth to Nickelback in the process.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #1&lt;/b&gt;: Are you aware that some people &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lfhPlMI_rE" target="_blank"&gt;actively dislike Scott Stapp&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://banana1015.com/even-wolves-hate-scott-stapp/" target="_blank"&gt;No&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=154009972862&amp;amp;gid=2227472862&amp;amp;ref=mf" target="_blank"&gt;It’s true&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=creed" target="_blank"&gt;I swear&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #2&lt;/b&gt;: 25 million Americans bought a Creed album between 1997 and 2003. Not one of them will admit to it today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J16lInLZRms" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-3189568118863056955?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3189568118863056955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=3189568118863056955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/3189568118863056955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/3189568118863056955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_12.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 3]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCp9JjZw5yc/Tw7zuX6ixNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y5nGm3Gf7To/s72-c/7M3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-7803783366276865557</id><published>2012-01-11T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:00:30.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;br /&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsaP_epZp3g/Tw4QPwRctAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZoiB2P5AZ0k/s1600/Collective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsaP_epZp3g/Tw4QPwRctAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZoiB2P5AZ0k/s200/Collective.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696508441512424450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collective Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Proof that even a band of good ol’ boys from Stockbridge, GA could cobble together a workable model of the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; sound, Collective Soul broke through with “Shine,” arguably the world’s first example of “gospel grunge.” (See also: Third Day, Switchfoot, Skillet, et al.) Bonus points for inventing the vocal style of “&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=yarl" target="_blank"&gt;yarling&lt;/a&gt;” with one well-placed “&lt;i&gt;Yeah&lt;/i&gt;!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Thanks to seven different singles, Collective Soul managed to spend an entire &lt;i&gt;year&lt;/i&gt; atop the Mainstream Rock charts during their career. Seriously. &lt;i&gt;Fifty-two&lt;/i&gt; friggin’ &lt;i&gt;weeks&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OD-I_CU2eU8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hD-vAblw4y4/Tw4QzkZL_sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oQC_5HFFcI8/s1600/Sponge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hD-vAblw4y4/Tw4QzkZL_sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oQC_5HFFcI8/s200/Sponge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696509056798949058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sponge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long before Eminem, Kid Rock, and (ahem) Insane Clown Posse, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s musical legacy was being carried on the wobbly shoulders of one-hit-wonders Sponge. In terms of guilty grungy pleasures, though, you could do far worse than “Molly.” (Or the no-one-remembers-it-now hit “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqKcUS2Npic" target="_blank"&gt;Plowed&lt;/a&gt;,” for that matter.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Sponge’s second album, &lt;i&gt;Wax Ecstatic&lt;/i&gt;, was a critical fave that abandoned grunge for a more varied, post-glam update. Naturally, it didn’t sell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uY3NqMojwZA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TmWek7tRqg/Tw4SNMPCaeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_9jXAYzexyc/s1600/Silverchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TmWek7tRqg/Tw4SNMPCaeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_9jXAYzexyc/s200/Silverchair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696510596502153698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silverchair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The opening lines of my interview with Daniel Johns, lead singer of Silverchair, way back in 1996: “There's approximation, there's imitation, there's even plagiarism. And then there's ‘Tomorrow,’ the runaway hit by Silverchair that answers, once and for all, the burning question: What if Eddie Vedder was really a blond-headed teenager living in Merewether, Australia?&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #1&lt;/b&gt;: Even then, I was one snarky little individual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #2&lt;/b&gt;: Remarkably prescient, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact #3&lt;/b&gt;: This marks the tipping point for post-grunge, the moment when all major labels simultaneously realized that PJ and Nirvana knock-offs &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; sell… and keep selling, indefinitely. Progress to the next blog post at your own risk, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/heQi0AZBH-0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-7803783366276865557?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7803783366276865557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=7803783366276865557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7803783366276865557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7803783366276865557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week_11.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 2]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsaP_epZp3g/Tw4QPwRctAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZoiB2P5AZ0k/s72-c/Collective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-7676889512933591084</id><published>2012-01-11T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:00:08.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-One "Great" Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;[In the hugely entertaining documentary series &lt;i&gt;Metal Evolution&lt;/i&gt;, there’s a special branch reserved on the metal family tree for “Post-Grunge,” that nebulous brand of hard rock that emerged almost immediately after &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; hit #1—and hasn’t disappeared from the charts since. “Post-grunge” (also known as “grunge lite,” “fake grunge,” or simply “crap”) borrows liberally from the sound of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and/or Alice In Chains to create a sound that &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; like the real thing, despite not having a shred of originality anywhere in its DNA. Unsurprisingly, radio programmers ate this recycled mess up for decades.&lt;br /&gt;Can I defend any of these acts? Not really—at least not in their original “post-grunge” guises. But do some still possess a certain nostalgic charm? Of course, especially when you compare the goofy earnestness of a one-hit wonder like Sponge with the grim, by-the-numbers plodding of today’s rock radio landscape. Hell, I even get nostalgic for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; every once in a while. How screwed up is that?&lt;br /&gt;So below, please enjoy a roughly chronological rundown of the era’s “greatest” post-grunge acts. Bad as they were back then, even the biggest offenders now seem less repulsive in hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Nickelback. Those guys are still f—n’ terrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7n5WQcVLZ4/Tw4H7emhoII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jU38QIC-rXY/s1600/STP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7n5WQcVLZ4/Tw4H7emhoII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jU38QIC-rXY/s200/STP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696499297078583426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stone &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pilots&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It took exactly one year and five days after the release of &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; before the industry found a way to turn grunge into an easily duplicated commodity. Now, some would argue it was merely coincidence that &lt;i&gt;Core&lt;/i&gt; sounded so similar to the successful &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; bands of the time, especially since STP had written and recorded the bulk of their material before grunge ever took off. Usually all it takes is a couple minutes of the Eddie-Vedder-aping video for “Plush” before those same people shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: STP began shedding most of their grunge trappings on their follow-up, &lt;i&gt;Purple&lt;/i&gt;, with the “Stone Temple Pilots sound” consolidating for Albums #3-6. Those four albums combined have sold half as much as &lt;i&gt;Core&lt;/i&gt; by itself.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j5cMv_Ha1tg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBOa1-I49Gg/Tw4KT_oLTBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZZBqPvUAQP4/s1600/Candlebox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBOa1-I49Gg/Tw4KT_oLTBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZZBqPvUAQP4/s200/Candlebox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696501917283994642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;2.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candlebox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The first band to achieve a major-label deal simply by moving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and pretending to be “grunge,” Candlebox holds a special place in the hearts of coattail riders everywhere. Less than a year after “Far Behind” commandeered airwaves, their second release, &lt;i&gt;Lucy&lt;/i&gt;, gave the group a less-welcome bit of notoriety: the first “post-grunge” album to totally bomb commercially.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Candlebox&lt;/i&gt; was the first success for Madonna’s vanity label, Maverick Records, which sank some of that profit into promoting an up-and-coming songstress named Alanis Morissette—meaning it’s entirely possible that, without Candlebox, Lilith Fair never happens.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JWhXyNL74yI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIm32fC75cg/Tw4LIf2lWhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4O2e__mDqs/s1600/Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIm32fC75cg/Tw4LIf2lWhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4O2e__mDqs/s200/Bush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696502819287554578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unlike STP and Candlebox, Bush made no bones about their naked desire to follow in Nirvana’s well-trod footsteps, going as far as recruiting &lt;i&gt;In Utero&lt;/i&gt; producer Steve Albini to record &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; “difficult” second album, &lt;i&gt;Razorblade Suitcase&lt;/i&gt;. But it’s the band’s debut that remains post-grunge’s watershed moment; from the stolen &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bowie&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; lyrics in “Everything Zen” to the &lt;i&gt;Unplugged In New York&lt;/i&gt; rip of “Glycerine,” &lt;i&gt;Sixteen Stone&lt;/i&gt; moved in excess of six million copies without adding a single original idea to the canon.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun Fact&lt;/b&gt;: Hey kids! Did you know that Gavin &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1320627/Gwen-Stefanis-husband-Gavin-Rossdales-gay-confession-years-late-says-Marilyn.html" target="_blank"&gt;used to be gay&lt;/a&gt;? And British? And more successful than his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gwen_Stefani" target="_blank"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt;? It’s true!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/epPW_-da6oQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-7676889512933591084?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7676889512933591084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=7676889512933591084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7676889512933591084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7676889512933591084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-one-great-post-grunge-bands-week.html' title='Twenty-One &quot;Great&quot; Post-Grunge Bands: A Week-Long Look [Part 1]'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7n5WQcVLZ4/Tw4H7emhoII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jU38QIC-rXY/s72-c/STP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-6951195172964344470</id><published>2011-01-15T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:51:23.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Albums Of 2010: 5-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome to my yearly countdown of the year's best albums. The Top 5 was outstanding in 2010, to the point where &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; of the following albums could've easily been my #1. Thanks for reading... Please listen and comment!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHLRGTRV_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3LQg7TDqOEk/s1600/black-keys-brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHLRGTRV_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3LQg7TDqOEk/s200/black-keys-brothers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562450509388929010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The Black Keys –&lt;i&gt; Brothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;A decade in and this &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Akron&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; duo shocks everyone with their first true masterpiece: Gritty, catchy, soulful… and yes, defiantly “bluesy” in a way that would make Zeppelin proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“Sick for days, so many ways/ I’m aching now, I’m aching now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QzGvoUMBoA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QzGvoUMBoA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rkcamCh2PU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rkcamCh2PU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHL32_0wfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ynJiIhP4-kY/s1600/Kanye_West_My_Beautiful_Dark_Twisted_Fantasy_album_cover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHL32_0wfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ynJiIhP4-kY/s200/Kanye_West_My_Beautiful_Dark_Twisted_Fantasy_album_cover.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562451175295730162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Kanye West – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ambitious, arrogant, regretful, boastful, unhinged, unfettere&lt;/span&gt;d, messy, magnificent: Feel how you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;about the man, but no other artist on Earth could’ve crafted this album in the year 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Disguising ourselves as secret lovers/ We've become public enemies/ We walk away like strangers in the street/ Gone for eternity.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uayey2PSGpA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uayey2PSGpA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyQpQhrQ5Zs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyQpQhrQ5Zs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHMyu6RLpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2hIvmkAPR58/s1600/Robyn-Body-Talk-Album-Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHMyu6RLpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2hIvmkAPR58/s200/Robyn-Body-Talk-Album-Art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562452186737225362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Robyn – &lt;i&gt;Body Talk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Commercial music with a mile-long independent streak; dance pop with a bleeding, broken heart; and proof—in an era where &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Billboard&lt;/i&gt; is ruled by the least common denominators (Katy Perry, Ke$ha, et al)—that “the mainstream” can still surprise and astound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“And I never was smart with love/ I let the bad ones in and the good ones go but/ I’m gonna love you like I’ve never been hurt before/ I’m gonna love you like I’m indestructible.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJnjNw6rbeI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJnjNw6rbeI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoDIPobm24o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoDIPobm24o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHNhCSxzLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pQahM9rgC2o/s1600/Highviolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHNhCSxzLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pQahM9rgC2o/s200/Highviolet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562452982214282418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The National –&lt;i&gt; High Violet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Some bands sprout, fully-formed; others refine and refine, none more than this &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/st1:place&gt; sextet, whose finest album both demands and rewards repeat listens. Six months after its release, it sounds better than ever, a full-fledged American classic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;But I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;follow you into the rabbit hole/ I said I would but then I saw/ Your shivered bones.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_yskRDrmqI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_yskRDrmqI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1a1UoljLWrY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1a1UoljLWrY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHOdGyQNKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ll-hZg7-Sbk/s1600/Lcdthisishappening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHOdGyQNKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ll-hZg7-Sbk/s200/Lcdthisishappening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562454014212191394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;LCD Soundsystem – &lt;i&gt;This Is Happening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Whether or not it winds up being James Murphy’s swan song, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;This Is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; certainly feels like a culmination, an album-length statement where every song works, every moment flows, and every touchstone—from Eno to Kraftwerk, Detroit techno to Eighties electro, indie reserve to dancefloor abandon—builds to an overwhelming, epic whole. And in a year of near-equals, that’s enough to make this one stand out just a little bit more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Wish you'd try a little harder/In the tedious march of the few/ Every day’s a different warning/ There's a part of me hoping it's true.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoA0cTC228M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoA0cTC228M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDcOn5WZ7W0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDcOn5WZ7W0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-6951195172964344470?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6951195172964344470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=6951195172964344470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6951195172964344470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6951195172964344470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-albums-of-2010-5-1.html' title='The Best Albums Of 2010: 5-1'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTHLRGTRV_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3LQg7TDqOEk/s72-c/black-keys-brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-6214767120167350955</id><published>2011-01-14T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:35:58.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Albums Of 2010: 15-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome to my yearly countdown of the year's best albums. It was a bumper crop in 2010, so I'm breaking this list into two parts: Enjoy these ten "Runners Up" releases, and then check back tomorrow for the Top 5. Sample YouTube links feature tracks &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; on my "50 Best Singles" list. Thanks for the comments and happy listening!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB3Jn_rIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FEhHpV5VyrQ/s1600/JJTheGuitarSong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB3Jn_rIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FEhHpV5VyrQ/s320/JJTheGuitarSong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562076547041141170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Jamey Johnson –&lt;i&gt; The Guitar Song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Outlaw-era country cut from the same cloth as Merle and Waylon, rearing its proudly rebellious head in the midst of contemporary &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;It might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-style: normal"&gt;lonely at the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-style: normal"&gt;it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black"&gt;a bitch at the bottom.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmXaxbRKED0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmXaxbRKED0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLZJKwCJhZU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLZJKwCJhZU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB5ktlLWdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1c_vKlMb0KU/s1600/Bruce_Springsteen_-_The_Promise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB5ktlLWdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1c_vKlMb0KU/s320/Bruce_Springsteen_-_The_Promise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079211420342738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Bruce Springsteen – &lt;i&gt;The Promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Gems from Bruce’s most fertile period, recast in a lavish—and most deserving—light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;font-style:normal"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Billy and me we'd always say/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-style:normal"&gt;Thunder Road/ We were gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black"&gt;take it all and throw it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:black"&gt; away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xmz9TWOtl1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xmz9TWOtl1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiAkfAodJgs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiAkfAodJgs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB5ZRIfdsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pEN_9elJEac/s1600/Vampire-contra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB5ZRIfdsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pEN_9elJEac/s320/Vampire-contra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562079014805272258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Vampire Weekend – &lt;i&gt;Contra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Genre-skipping, engrossing second album from a band still growing—and still getting better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“Said never pick sides, never choose between two/ But I just wanted you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtLVdMj1f3I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtLVdMj1f3I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vraoiVCDdaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vraoiVCDdaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB6mOym14I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-IRgn05gt_k/s1600/Big-boi-sir-lucious-left-foot-the-son-of-chico-dusty-HQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB6mOym14I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-IRgn05gt_k/s320/Big-boi-sir-lucious-left-foot-the-son-of-chico-dusty-HQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080337026537346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Boi –&lt;i&gt; Sir Luscious Left Foot: The Son Of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Dusty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Slept-on debut from one of the most creative MCs around, for those who prefer hip-hop that provokes body &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“We choose to lead not to follow, it’s a hard pill to swallow/ Better get prescriptions filled ‘cause there might not be tomorrow.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fp73J6VjII?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fp73J6VjII?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GK23f_xtZY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GK23f_xtZY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB7ChhATeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5CnCBSXOmPY/s1600/maximum-balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB7ChhATeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5CnCBSXOmPY/s320/maximum-balloon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562080823089319394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maximum Balloon – &lt;i&gt;Maximum Balloon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Futuristic indie-pop, like TV On The Radio with a grab-bag of vocalists. Worth the price of admission alone for the Karen O and David Byrne contributions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“What a mystery at night they go to sleep alone.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_2o-bSpghw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_2o-bSpghw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sudHXXBqIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sudHXXBqIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB7auQDQJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r725ByoLW7w/s1600/Plasticbeach452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB7auQDQJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r725ByoLW7w/s320/Plasticbeach452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562081238824730770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gorillaz – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plastic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;A perfectly-realized soundtrack to an imaginary film starring everyone from Bobby Womack to half of The Clash, with Damon Albarn directing the proceedings like a man finally comfortable in his own skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“If you can’t get what you want/ Then you come with me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1FR5XvKCcu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1FR5XvKCcu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKVdhyslVQo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKVdhyslVQo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB9L-XDpuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4OIznywfipE/s1600/LOCAL-NATIVES-GORILLA-MANOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB9L-XDpuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4OIznywfipE/s320/LOCAL-NATIVES-GORILLA-MANOR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562083184474302178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. Local Natives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; – &lt;i&gt;Gorilla Manor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Loose-limbed joy, cribbed from bits of Grizzly Bear and Fleet Foxes and Talking Heads before being repurposed into the best American debut this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“I’ll endure the night/ For the promise of light.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn8xjONVOUg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn8xjONVOUg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hujyBO-6o-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hujyBO-6o-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB9omfIypI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9ZPS3GchDYw/s1600/The-Roots-How-I-Got-Over-Album-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB9omfIypI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9ZPS3GchDYw/s320/The-Roots-How-I-Got-Over-Album-Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562083676281948818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The Roots – &lt;i&gt;How I Got Over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The standout of a stellar year for the Philly collective: an album that moves from the ghetto to the church without once descending into tired thuggery or played-out nihilism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“I pray these wings strong enough to carry me on/I promise every second felt as if it took an eon.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zI4D1QOLGuM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zI4D1QOLGuM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HoWBnJKf4o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HoWBnJKf4o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB-S9GAs4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/06_nksSr2aM/s1600/Mumfordsonssighnomore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB-S9GAs4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/06_nksSr2aM/s320/Mumfordsonssighnomore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562084403905082242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mumfor&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;d &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;Sons – &lt;i&gt;Sigh No More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;British folk-Celtic hybrid as traditional in its values—faith, family, and love—as it is unbridled in its raucous, organic energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“And I will hold on hope/ And I won’t let you choke/ On the noose around your neck.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7m-qP_IWZYg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7m-qP_IWZYg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6rYPHmSzcE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6rYPHmSzcE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB_DxVriuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-o6YRl7ZBgM/s1600/Arcade_Fire_-_The_Suburbs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB_DxVriuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-o6YRl7ZBgM/s320/Arcade_Fire_-_The_Suburbs.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562085242563168994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt;Arcade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt; Fire – &lt;i&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Deservedly acclaimed “concept album” from one of the few acts willing to break new ground every time out. (For those keeping score: They're three for three.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;“I used to write letters/ I used to sign my name.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH_7_XRfTMs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH_7_XRfTMs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/unwL8TaG8LA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/unwL8TaG8LA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-6214767120167350955?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6214767120167350955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=6214767120167350955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6214767120167350955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6214767120167350955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-albums-of-2010-15-6.html' title='The Best Albums Of 2010: 15-6'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TTB3Jn_rIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FEhHpV5VyrQ/s72-c/JJTheGuitarSong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-4186860128133391552</id><published>2011-01-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:10:54.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 10-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome back to my yearly countdown of the finest individual tracks of the year. As always, the rules and regulations: This list is limited to commercial singles and/or videos released in 2010. Album tracks and fan-made clips, good as they might be, don't count. Official YouTube links are included when possible to avoid unwelcome deletions. Thanks and happy listening!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCbd7C8XTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LzNLzlMwW0c/s1600/Crystal_Castles_feat_Robert_Smith-Not_In_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCbd7C8XTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LzNLzlMwW0c/s200/Crystal_Castles_feat_Robert_Smith-Not_In_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557612878543740210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Crystal Castles featuring Robert Smith – Not In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Covering a lost 80’s nugget by Platinum Blonde for your second studio album is an interesting concept; getting The Cure’s frontman to recut the vocal for single release is a stroke of genius. This is new-wave for a new century, one of the strongest electronic tracks in ages and quite possibly the best thing Robert Smith has lent his voice to since &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Wish&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32udqal_lyQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32udqal_lyQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCbm4lwKFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4Y3oeEomjVM/s1600/Janelle-Monae-Cold-War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCbm4lwKFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4Y3oeEomjVM/s200/Janelle-Monae-Cold-War.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557613032503257170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Janelle Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;áe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;– Cold War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The centerpiece of the ambitious &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The ArchAndroid (Suites II &amp;amp; III)&lt;/i&gt; finds the middle ground between Sinead O’Connor’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; “Nothing Compares 2 U” and OutKast’s “B.O.B.,” defiant heartbreak in a propulsive package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqmORiHNtN4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqmORiHNtN4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCcvywM3bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gUJiJLpWBn4/s1600/Tell_%2527Em_Sleigh_Bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCcvywM3bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gUJiJLpWBn4/s200/Tell_%2527Em_Sleigh_Bells.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557614285066919346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Sleigh Bells – Tell ‘Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Like a mouthful of Pop Rocks, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Treats&lt;/i&gt; is fizzy fun best enjoyed in small doses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;, and no single track from Sleigh Bells’ debut offers a bigger jolt than “Tell ‘Em.” If the anarchy cheerleaders from the “Smells Like Teen Spirit” video started a band, this is exactly what they would sound like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kJ05P-71gY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kJ05P-71gY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCc5BCqYQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RMyoekBEYms/s1600/dream-love-king-album-cover-big1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCc5BCqYQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RMyoekBEYms/s200/dream-love-king-album-cover-big1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557614443521270018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The-Dream – Yamaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Smack-dab in the middle of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Georgia"&gt;Love King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;an otherwise by-the-numbers set of current R&amp;amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;comes the best Prince track since the Purple One changed his name to an unpronounceable symbol. What moves “Yahama” beyond mere homage is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Terius “The-Dream” Nash’s absolute mastery of production technique; he understands the DNA behind those early Prince cuts, and it shows in every detuned drum track and keyboard blast, reminders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;of the creative possibilities still lurking in mainstream urban music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRGGFjXUo4Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRGGFjXUo4Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCdLuVqjdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oPUI1JRNLFc/s1600/We_Used_to_Wait.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCdLuVqjdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oPUI1JRNLFc/s200/We_Used_to_Wait.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557614764918214098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Arcade Fire – We Used To Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;By now, no one doubts the AF collective’s ability to craft a slow-burning epic or send another chorus straight into the rafters, but even on an album stuffed with nostalgia, “Wait” stands out. “I used to write letters/ I used to sign my name” is more than mere eulogy for the written word; it’s a paean to the band’s own youthful power, even as the rest of this magnificent track points the way towards a wide-open adulthood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYdJAi-BBrs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYdJAi-BBrs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCdcp5KrLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9swKX5toY4s/s1600/Mumford_and_Sons-No_More_Little_Lion_Man_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCdcp5KrLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9swKX5toY4s/s200/Mumford_and_Sons-No_More_Little_Lion_Man_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557615055782718642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Mumford &amp;amp; Sons – Little Lion Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Lyrically, this non-traditional folk quartet play their cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; close to their (old-timey) vests even when the music surges forward with abandon; that’s why it’s such a kicker when “Little Lion Man” appears midway through &lt;i&gt;Sigh No More&lt;/i&gt; and that pounding chorus—complete with a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; non-traditional F-bomb—finally kicks in. Self-laceration has never felt more intoxicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCd10QtcVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C0fyEmwYKJ4/s1600/2010-12-29-12-39-16-9-the-song-dog-days-are-over-was-taken-from-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCd10QtcVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C0fyEmwYKJ4/s200/2010-12-29-12-39-16-9-the-song-dog-days-are-over-was-taken-from-th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557615488062550354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:   -.15pt"&gt;Florence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Florence Welch’s fantastic debut, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Lungs&lt;/i&gt;, appeared in 2009 to much critical fanfare but few American sales. That all changed this year, thanks to the release of a &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;demand-your-attention single that put all focus square on the band’s most primal ingredients: a beat that dared to make handclaps cool again, and a voice powerful enough to stop trains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCeKjJA6hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CChMDMb2pB0/s1600/runaway-kanye-west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCeKjJA6hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CChMDMb2pB0/s200/runaway-kanye-west.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557615844244122130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Kanye West featuring Pusha-T – Runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Building up from a naked piano chime into arguably the most ambitious moment of Kanye’s already-ambitious career, “Runaway” is more than just a simple response to a year’s worth of controversy; this is every facet of the man—apologetic yet arrogant, pensive but puckish—in one spellbinding single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7_jYl8A73g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7_jYl8A73g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCeiNU_n7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/9-8KZFG53KA/s1600/robynDancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCeiNU_n7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/9-8KZFG53KA/s200/robynDancing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557616250705649586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Robyn – Dancing On My Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Club music, on its surface, is mindless; no one cares about deep thoughts once the beat kicks in. What makes Robyn one of the most vital artists in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; genre is her ability to ignite the crowd without sacrificing an ounce of her humanity, and lurking behind every insistent rhythm is real pain, the kind of melancholy that doesn’t disappear even on a crowded dance floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcNo07Xp8aQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcNo07Xp8aQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCfXoHBEFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aFhPLPKBgic/s1600/FYou.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCfXoHBEFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aFhPLPKBgic/s200/FYou.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557617168427847762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Cee Lo Green – F*** You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The genius of the best single of 2010 isn’t its viral popularity—although 35 million views is nothing to sneeze at—nor its ridiculously-catchy-yet-completely-radio-unfriendly chorus. Nor is it the brilliant Motown-for-the-21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;-century production, or even the hilariously spot-on mood swings (from “I really hate your ass” to “I still love you”) behind that four-letter title. Nope, the real triumph is that every person—even the ones who despise the song—instantly remember where they were when they heard their first “F*** You,” and how many songs in the last decade can you say &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; about?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-4186860128133391552?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4186860128133391552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=4186860128133391552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4186860128133391552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4186860128133391552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2011/01/50-best-singles-of-2010-10-1.html' title='The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 10-1'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TSCbd7C8XTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LzNLzlMwW0c/s72-c/Crystal_Castles_feat_Robert_Smith-Not_In_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-7041165103552032849</id><published>2011-01-01T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T08:50:19.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 20-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome back to my yearly countdown of the finest individual tracks of the year. As always, the rules and regulations: This list is limited to commercial singles and/or videos released in 2010. Album tracks and fan-made clips, good as they might be, don't count. Official YouTube links are included when possible to avoid unwelcome deletions. Thanks and happy listening!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9UIr6JF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IP9rtkNAuZo/s1600/Giving_Up_The_Gun_3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9UIr6JF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IP9rtkNAuZo/s200/Giving_Up_The_Gun_3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557252973400758210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vampire Weekend – Giving Up The Gun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Blogosphere mainstays VW push their sound even further into original territory, Ezra Koenig’s vocals skating elegantly over a driving rhythm&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bed more laptop electro than Afropop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bccKotFwzoY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bccKotFwzoY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9T-ZSFnPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/35C7vDrmtI4/s1600/Local%2BNatives%2B-%2BAirplanes.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9T-ZSFnPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/35C7vDrmtI4/s200/Local%2BNatives%2B-%2BAirplanes.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557252796602227954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Local Natives – Airplanes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Lyrics about the death of a grandparent typically arrive with suitably portending music; not so with up-and-comers Local Natives, who turn “Airplanes” into a full-blown celebration full of bouncy percussion and joyous harmonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pZkZguPAPs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9Tw2S6e_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Vn-CHRZNOsc/s1600/Big_Boi_Featuring_Cutty_-_Shutterbugg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9Tw2S6e_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Vn-CHRZNOsc/s200/Big_Boi_Featuring_Cutty_-_Shutterbugg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557252563872152562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Boi featuring Cutty – Shutterbugg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Shoulda-been-huge single from Big Boi’s excellent solo effort, &lt;i&gt;Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son Of Chico Dusty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt; And yes, the vocoder beats AutoTune seven days a week and twice on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWsvkW6rKkQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWsvkW6rKkQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9Ulx57_YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HJuix6HGFUM/s1600/Sadesoldieroflovesingle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9Ulx57_YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HJuix6HGFUM/s200/Sadesoldieroflovesingle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557253473226718594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sade – Soldier Of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;A decade removed from &lt;i&gt;Lovers Rock&lt;/i&gt;, yet Sade Adu remains as ageless as ever, with her monstrous comeback single adding just a touch of Portishead-flavored darkness to that smoother-than-silk delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IR5_rTCi-Bo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IR5_rTCi-Bo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9VkbWTgmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2tqCpMd2Nf8/s1600/Best-Coast-Boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9VkbWTgmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2tqCpMd2Nf8/s200/Best-Coast-Boyfriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557254549503443554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:   -.15pt"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;  letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Coast&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt; – Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt;Sun-kissed indie rock as filtered through time-warp nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt; with girl group harmonies straight out of the Phil Spector handbook and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;Bethany Cosentino waiting-waiting-waiting by the phone—and hoping that he’s home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fjMYI33E8Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fjMYI33E8Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9VUyKSgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xYPOqGzQymo/s1600/bloodbuzz-ohio-national.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9VUyKSgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xYPOqGzQymo/s200/bloodbuzz-ohio-national.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557254280749154722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The National – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Bloodbuzz &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;What makes The National so potent is contrasts, how Matt Berninger’s half-awake baritone seems at odds with the surging drums and insistent build, or that moment when all the wisps of hazy lyrics suddenly consolidate into the most succinct summation of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in 2010: “I still owe money/ To the money/ To the money I owe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfySK7CLEEg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfySK7CLEEg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9Vww8aViI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eSnqf3P0X4Y/s1600/Robyn_-_Indestructible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9Vww8aViI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eSnqf3P0X4Y/s200/Robyn_-_Indestructible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557254761458849314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Robyn – Indestructible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Initially debuted in hushed chamber music fashion, then recast as infectious club banger, and perfect in both guises. Robyn is one of the very few artists making pop music for adults, smart and hooky all at once; ignore her at your own peril. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ketX6HITIDU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ketX6HITIDU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9WBxseu_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KtTqGiuIxm8/s1600/Gorillaz%2B%25E2%2580%2593%2BOn%2BMelancholy%2BHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9WBxseu_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KtTqGiuIxm8/s200/Gorillaz%2B%25E2%2580%2593%2BOn%2BMelancholy%2BHill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557255053718240242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gorillaz – On Melancholy Hill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;For most of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Plastic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Damon Albarn seems content to let his well-chosen cast of guests do the heavy lifting, but he wisely takes over for the album’s very best track, a late-summer gem that sounds like the electrified cousin of “Waterloo Sunset.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04mfKJWDSzI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04mfKJWDSzI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9bEYI2rsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aLxDSmYwhYk/s1600/Gaslight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9WxO9aKnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/o8G4G37MibM/s200/Beach%2BHouse%2B-%2BNorway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557255869027723890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; House – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Norway&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The wonderfully haunted standout from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Teen Dream&lt;/i&gt; lives up to its album’s title, woozy and elusive at first before exploding into the kind of spellbinding sonics that need no translation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciHpW0rlKcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciHpW0rlKcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-7041165103552032849?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7041165103552032849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=7041165103552032849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7041165103552032849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7041165103552032849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2011/01/50-best-singles-of-2010-20-11.html' title='The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 20-11'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TR9UIr6JF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IP9rtkNAuZo/s72-c/Giving_Up_The_Gun_3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-846222580823089524</id><published>2010-12-30T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:30:42.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 30-21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome back to my yearly countdown of the finest individual tracks of the year. As always, the rules and regulations: This list is limited to commercial singles and/or videos released in 2010. Album tracks and fan-made clips, good as they might be, don't count. Official YouTube links are included when possible to avoid unwelcome deletions. Thanks and happy listening!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyeHvimNSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/spISciOVZcU/s1600/Monster-Kanye-West-.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyeHvimNSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/spISciOVZcU/s200/Monster-Kanye-West-.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556489896126199074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Kanye West featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Bon Iver &amp;amp; Nicki Minaj – Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Hard to think of a more appropriate title for one of the best posse cuts in ages: Bon Iver gets sinister, Jay-Z raps about zombies and vampires (and love), while Nicki Minaj basically destroys everyone in her path, fulfilling a year of hype with a guest verse miles beyond anything on her &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; album proper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xelnue?width=&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xelnue?width=&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0" width="400" height="50" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyeYnfygBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KDenfuYKxeY/s1600/broken-bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyeYnfygBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KDenfuYKxeY/s200/broken-bells.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490186024714258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Broken Bells – The Ghost Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Here’s the best reason yet for breaking up the Shins, as James Mercer uses his new project to unleash a hidden soul streak (not to mention a mean falsetto) atop Danger Mouse’s gleaming beats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVxTsXRjNTw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVxTsXRjNTw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyemSLyCuI/AAAAAAAAADE/0B-Q4XL1eCM/s1600/The-National-Terrible-Love-7_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyemSLyCuI/AAAAAAAAADE/0B-Q4XL1eCM/s200/The-National-Terrible-Love-7_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490420821822178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The National – Terrible Love (Alternate Version)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Revisiting &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;High Violet&lt;/i&gt;’s leadoff number for a deluxe re-release, The National swap the original’s murky build for a Technicolor explosion that takes an already classic song to even greater heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Efg1h0EzLeE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Efg1h0EzLeE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRye4qaw-pI/AAAAAAAAADM/sQe_phkYBQ0/s1600/maximum-balloon-tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRye4qaw-pI/AAAAAAAAADM/sQe_phkYBQ0/s200/maximum-balloon-tiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490736564763282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maximum Balloon featuring Aku – Tiger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;David Sitek (AKA TV On The Radio’s secret weapon) stretches his production muscles via assistance from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Aku Orraca-Tetteh, resulting in a sprightly mix of modern electronica and Fela Kuti Afrobeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G06zb2yCTKY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G06zb2yCTKY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfGb5Pt2I/AAAAAAAAADU/HI9OwfUKRvg/s1600/-Beg_Steal_Or_Borrow_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfGb5Pt2I/AAAAAAAAADU/HI9OwfUKRvg/s200/-Beg_Steal_Or_Borrow_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490973184243554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ray LaMontagne &amp;amp; The Pariah Dogs – Beg Steal Or Borrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;LaMontagne wraps his still-astonishing pipes around gorgeous pedal-steeled country; improbable (but welcome) Grammy nominations quickly follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6a_1R3w5i4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6a_1R3w5i4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfUGdTTqI/AAAAAAAAADc/oWqIkAbP0ug/s1600/Janelle-Monae-tightrope-artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfUGdTTqI/AAAAAAAAADc/oWqIkAbP0ug/s200/Janelle-Monae-tightrope-artwork.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556491207948062370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Janelle Mona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;é featuring Big Boi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;– Tightrope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;“Retro” doesn’t have to mean “reserved,” especially when it’s Janelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;é complimenting her futuristic R&amp;amp;B with organic beats, daredevil horns, and one monstrous earworm of a chorus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjWj5gJ6Kvc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjWj5gJ6Kvc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfh3wF4HI/AAAAAAAAADk/fxSoZWf4QNk/s1600/lcd-soundsystem-i-can-change-608x608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfh3wF4HI/AAAAAAAAADk/fxSoZWf4QNk/s200/lcd-soundsystem-i-can-change-608x608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556491444518510706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;LCD Soundsystem – I Can Change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;It says a lot about the greatness of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;This Is Happening&lt;/i&gt; when its acclaimed single—a desperate tale of love and bad poetry married to percolating Eighties synths—is only the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;fifth&lt;/i&gt; best song on the album itself. Saving something for 2011, Mr. Murphy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tW8FKkVnqng?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tW8FKkVnqng?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfttGe0mI/AAAAAAAAADs/HcSf4Vwlqc4/s1600/Eminem-_Lovethewayyoulie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyfttGe0mI/AAAAAAAAADs/HcSf4Vwlqc4/s200/Eminem-_Lovethewayyoulie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556491647818060386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eminem featuring Rihanna – Love The Way You Lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Superstars attach their personas to everything they touch, and nowhere was this better illustrated than on Em’s #1 summertime single, an unflinching look at domestic abuse given additional weight via the backstories of all involved parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRygEP6e_lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YNY7T7l3I-w/s1600/The_Black_Keys_-_Tighten_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRygEP6e_lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YNY7T7l3I-w/s200/The_Black_Keys_-_Tighten_Up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556492035120102994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Black Keys – Tighten Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Nine years into their career and the Keys finally get their first true breakout single, thanks to a skittering beat and a fantastic riff—plus the best whistling since “Young Folks.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpaPBCBjSVc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRygQcu27LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EBtm0nGuxvo/s1600/Kanye_West_-_Power.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRygQcu27LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EBtm0nGuxvo/s200/Kanye_West_-_Power.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556492244719430834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanye West featuring Dwele – POWER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The first glimpse of just how wonderfully, weirdly &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;unhinged&lt;/i&gt; Kanye’s new record would be: that African stomp from “Jesus Walks” fused to a left-field King Crimson sample as ‘Ye takes down his own 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century schizoid celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L53gjP-TtGE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L53gjP-TtGE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-846222580823089524?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/846222580823089524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=846222580823089524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/846222580823089524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/846222580823089524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-best-singles-of-2010-30-21.html' title='The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 30-21'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRyeHvimNSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/spISciOVZcU/s72-c/Monster-Kanye-West-.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-3560763113933630617</id><published>2010-12-29T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T05:39:24.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 40-31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome back to my yearly countdown of the finest individual tracks of the year. As always, the rules and regulations: This list is limited to commercial singles and/or videos released in 2010. Album tracks and fan-made clips, good as they might be, don't count. Official YouTube links are included when possible to avoid unwelcome deletions. Thanks and happy listening!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtxt6rWpTI/AAAAAAAAABc/g13U9fQuI70/s1600/Gorillaz_Stylo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtxt6rWpTI/AAAAAAAAABc/g13U9fQuI70/s200/Gorillaz_Stylo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556159598950786354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gorillaz featuring Mos Def &amp;amp; Bobby Womack – Stylo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Kudos to Damon Albarn for introducing a new generation to the raw, uncut greatness that is Bobby Womack; that sinister electro-funk groove is just a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhPaWIeULKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhPaWIeULKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtzPjEM66I/AAAAAAAAABk/STXKxhetbiQ/s1600/holdsteady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtzPjEM66I/AAAAAAAAABk/STXKxhetbiQ/s200/holdsteady.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556161276239735714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. The Hold Steady – Hurricane J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Craig Finn and company ended their run of consistency this year with the disappointing &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Heaven Is Wherever&lt;/i&gt;, but flashes of early greatness abound on this pounding single—particularly in its final thirty seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG4ABgTuCqA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG4ABgTuCqA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt0DS75n2I/AAAAAAAAABs/b4o1Bo2KaBI/s1600/BenFolds_FromAbove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt0DS75n2I/AAAAAAAAABs/b4o1Bo2KaBI/s200/BenFolds_FromAbove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556162165263146850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;38. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Ben Folds &amp;amp; Nick Hornby – From Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;   font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;’s favorite piano-playing son turned out his best album in almost a decade thanks to novelist Nick Hornby; this jaunty track is merely one of many &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Lonely   Avenue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5peqCDJi0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5peqCDJi0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt0l6P6LTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iQEUUt7X994/s1600/39.Arcadefire_readytostartjpg231110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt0l6P6LTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iQEUUt7X994/s200/39.Arcadefire_readytostartjpg231110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556162759931604274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;37. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Arcade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt; Fire – Ready To Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; collective revisit the go-for-broke energy of “Keep The Car Running,” turning it inward and down. “Businessmen drink my blood,” sings Win Butler, the entire weight of Dylan’s mantle on his shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9oI27uSzxNQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt1SsgxxuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/em0iZ7QfE10/s1600/Robyn_-_Hang_with_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt1SsgxxuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/em0iZ7QfE10/s200/Robyn_-_Hang_with_Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556163529338373858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;36. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robyn – Hang With Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Bouncy and effervescent on its surface, but of course nothing is ever that simple in Robyn’s world, and gradually “Hang With Me” reveals itself to be that rarest of love songs—one with eyes open and feet planted firmly on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3a2qoyONVA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3a2qoyONVA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt13G3BniI/AAAAAAAAACE/glOJrAcj_Wo/s1600/underworld-scribble1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt13G3BniI/AAAAAAAAACE/glOJrAcj_Wo/s200/underworld-scribble1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556164154886299170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;35. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Underworld – Scribble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Long after the fickle tides of dance music should’ve relegated them to the bargain bins, Underworld resurface with their best single in forever, as rapturous and expansive as anything from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Second Toughest In The Infants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;. A marvelous, welcome return to form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHs8LxPepKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHs8LxPepKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt4sfWTo6I/AAAAAAAAACM/r_7DWDwNBfI/s1600/Nothing-on-You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt4sfWTo6I/AAAAAAAAACM/r_7DWDwNBfI/s200/Nothing-on-You.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556167271016276898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;B.o.B. featuring Bruno Mars – Nothin’ On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The less said about guest-rapper-on-his-own-song B.o.B. the better; instead, treat this track as the coronation of Peter “Bruno Mars” Hernandez, whose of-the-moment production and sweetly naïve vocals were all over the charts in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xddhs9?width=&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xddhs9?width=&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0" width="400" height="50" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt6RAcAi1I/AAAAAAAAACc/02-_SdP_YpU/s1600/spoon-written-in-reverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt6RAcAi1I/AAAAAAAAACc/02-_SdP_YpU/s200/spoon-written-in-reverse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556168997885479762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;33. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Spoon – Written In Reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The minimalists of the indie world finally let their hair down and it suits them well. More throat-scraping vocals and atonal piano on the next album, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYWlg9iHHlY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYWlg9iHHlY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt6nQuQK7I/AAAAAAAAACk/_Q6duS6HB0o/s1600/Mark_Ronson_Bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt6nQuQK7I/AAAAAAAAACk/_Q6duS6HB0o/s200/Mark_Ronson_Bang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169380214090674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;32. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Mark Ronson &amp;amp; The Business INTL featuring MNDR &amp;amp; Q-Tip – Bang Bang Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Brit producer-turned-celeb Ronson ditched his trademark retro-soul this year (and Winehouse to boot), exchanging it for a new muse (Amanda Warner of MNDR), a new sound (ridiculously catchy electro), and the always-glorious return of Q-Tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TM6TCGltfHM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt635p89jI/AAAAAAAAACs/gIgt4nyYAL0/s1600/Glitter_song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRt635p89jI/AAAAAAAAACs/gIgt4nyYAL0/s200/Glitter_song.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169666079815218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Age – Glitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Easily the most accessible single yet from this no-nonsense punk duo, recalling the best moments of Nineties “alternative” radio with extra dollops of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3_t3q1tjH4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3_t3q1tjH4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-3560763113933630617?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3560763113933630617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=3560763113933630617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/3560763113933630617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/3560763113933630617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-best-singles-of-2010-40-31.html' title='The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 40-31'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtxt6rWpTI/AAAAAAAAABc/g13U9fQuI70/s72-c/Gorillaz_Stylo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-5435506055369125084</id><published>2010-12-29T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:42:16.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 50-41</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Welcome back to my yearly countdown of the finest individual tracks of the year. As always, the rules and regulations: This list is limited to commercial singles and/or videos released in 2010. Album tracks and fan-made clips, good as they might be, don't count. Official YouTube links are included when possible to avoid unwelcome deletions. Thanks and happy listening!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtQOtHgZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bKhSNF0q6e0/s1600/BoH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtQOtHgZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bKhSNF0q6e0/s320/BoH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556122778851108530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Band Of Horses &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;–&lt;/span&gt; Laredo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jaunty county-rock standout from BoH’s otherwise underwhelming (and inexplicably Grammy-nominated) third album, &lt;i&gt;Infinite Arms&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YH8QICzCO8g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YH8QICzCO8g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtR6tNFUiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rl02-QqzhA4/s1600/Katy_perry_teenage_dream_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtR6tNFUiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rl02-QqzhA4/s200/Katy_perry_teenage_dream_album_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556124634300371490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Katy Perry – Teenage Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not in any way a validation of Katy Perry, but rather an acknowledgement of the continued greatness of Swedish hitmaker Max Martin; with the right vocalist (Gay Lead #2 from &lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;, for example), this is a pop song for the ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98WtmW-lfeE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtUzbrYqLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aUZERVUsNZc/s1600/Mia-xxxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtUzbrYqLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aUZERVUsNZc/s200/Mia-xxxo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556127807871428786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;48. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M.I.A. featuring Jay-Z – XXXO (Main Mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;EVERYTHING MUST GO&amp;quot;;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Revolutionary-turned-spoiled-brat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Maya Arulpragasam&lt;/span&gt; borrows a beat from Gaga and a guest verse from Hova for an uncharacteristically poppy single. About the emptiness of online hookups, natch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOvetfF6TsI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOvetfF6TsI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtWNeUf3cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BqPr9TB5nEI/s1600/600px-Thebandperry_-_Ifidieyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtWNeUf3cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BqPr9TB5nEI/s200/600px-Thebandperry_-_Ifidieyoung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556129354768965058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;47. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The Band Perry – If I Die Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;Forget Taylor Swift: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; was as good as contemporary county got in 2010, un-ironically heartfelt and unabashedly romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtXDQ1mV9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D5ZGCtTahWk/s1600/HowToDestroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtXDQ1mV9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D5ZGCtTahWk/s200/HowToDestroy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556130278862641106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;How To Destroy Angels – The Space In Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The new Trent Reznor project sounded a lot like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;the &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt; Trent Reznor project, albeit with ex-West Indian Girl vocalist (and current Mrs. Reznor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Mariqueen Maandig&lt;/span&gt; handling “creepy vocal” duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWbfgGDl6XE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWbfgGDl6XE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtX_1LcNtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gH01OePzhEM/s1600/BRUCE_SAVE_MY_LOVE_COMP3__33247_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtX_1LcNtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gH01OePzhEM/s200/BRUCE_SAVE_MY_LOVE_COMP3__33247_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131319410079442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;45. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Bruce Springsteen – Save My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;A fantastic outtake from 1978 gets an E Street makeover thirty years after the fact, finding new life as the lead single from Springsteen’s justifiably-acclaimed &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The Promise&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWC54lTvszA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWC54lTvszA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtYgCo6wWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/watfFKsocaw/s1600/Telephone-LadyGaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtYgCo6wWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/watfFKsocaw/s200/Telephone-LadyGaga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131872779190626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;44. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Lady Gaga featuring Beyoncé – Telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;On its own, this &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Fame Monster&lt;/i&gt; track offers little more than a beat and a collection of producer tricks, but of course the music is only a part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Stefani Germanotta&lt;/span&gt;’s multimedia assault; as a soundtrack to the epic Michael-Jackson-meets-Tarantino video clip, “Telephone” works like gangbusters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVBsypHzF3U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVBsypHzF3U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtZbC7hetI/AAAAAAAAABE/_WOWjrnlHmU/s1600/The_Black_Keys_-_Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtZbC7hetI/AAAAAAAAABE/_WOWjrnlHmU/s200/The_Black_Keys_-_Brothers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556132886469507794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;43. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The Black Keys – Next Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;A love song dressed in swamp-blues rags, skuzzy and infectious and further proof that the Keys could do no wrong this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_PrT25o8Vs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_PrT25o8Vs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtaNck61QI/AAAAAAAAABM/-CPoWvqlA-E/s1600/WindowSeat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtaNck61QI/AAAAAAAAABM/-CPoWvqlA-E/s200/WindowSeat.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556133752347481346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;42. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Erykah Badu – Window Seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;The bare-it-all video grabbed most of the attention but did a disservice to Badu’s sultry, understated vocal, possibly her finest work since the glory days of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Baduism&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Mama’s Gun&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hVp47f5YZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hVp47f5YZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtamn2-IiI/AAAAAAAAABU/BlGzE0upG9c/s1600/Only_Girl_%2528In_The_World%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtamn2-IiI/AAAAAAAAABU/BlGzE0upG9c/s200/Only_Girl_%2528In_The_World%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556134184872714786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;41. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Rihanna – Only Girl (In The World)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:none;tab-stops:-.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;letter-spacing:-.15pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Rated R&lt;/i&gt; only confirmed that dark and depressing doesn’t suit Rihanna, which made this &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Loud&lt;/i&gt; standout all the more intoxicating; freshly recast as a Euro-house-disco queen lost in 1998, she’s never sounded more alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa14VNsdSYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa14VNsdSYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4891500541546721669-5435506055369125084?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5435506055369125084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=5435506055369125084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/5435506055369125084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/5435506055369125084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-best-singles-of-2010-50-41.html' title='The 50 Best Singles Of 2010: 50-41'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ysw3YrPp5v8/TRtQOtHgZrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bKhSNF0q6e0/s72-c/BoH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-4187018041189755226</id><published>2010-08-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:38:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds Of Summer: 10 Songs For Your Summer Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah, I know, I know; summer's almost over and the kids are heading back to school any day now. So what? It's still 95 degrees every day, and these are the songs you need when the windows are down and the shades are on and the highway is wide open. If you're a close friend you probably already have a couple mix CDs with these songs (and others) attached. If not, download away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/RobynDancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Robyn -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Exclusive-Version-Explicit-Digital-Booklet/dp/B003PVE174/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281708400&amp;amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dancing On My Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My pick for Single Of The Year until something better comes along. Gorgeous Swedish heartbreak wrapped in thrilling club music duds, as if to prove that Top 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; aspire to heights beyond mere ear candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Body Talk Pt. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Konichiwa/Interscope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Sleigh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Sleigh Bells -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Treats/dp/B003P72KGC/ref=dm_ap_alb1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281708123&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Tell 'Em&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Drum machines + metal guitar + lighter-than-air female vocals? It's a formula that has no business sounding this good blasting out of crappy car stereo speakers, pummeling pop with a sticky-sweet center.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Mom &amp;amp; Pop Music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/LCD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. LCD Soundsystem -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/This-Is-Happening/dp/B003HY3530/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281708697&amp;amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;All I Want&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;James Murphy's third (and best) album is a love letter to Seventies post-punk and art-rock, channeling Eno as filtered through Bowie and Iggy, most gloriously on "All I Want." Yeah, it's a definite homage to "Heroes," but only Murphy could go beyond mere parody to recontextualize the actual spirit of the original, turning it inward and downward. Desperation in anthem-sized form? Perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This Is Happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Virgin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Arcade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Arcade Fire -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Suburbs/dp/B003X73QA8/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281709306&amp;amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;We Used To Wait&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A highlight on an album stuffed with 'em, as Win Butler bemoans the death of letter-writing while the AF collective builds a slow-burning epic behind him. Still wondering if this band validates five years of critical acclaim and hype? The first release of that to-the-sky chorus ("Oooh, we used to wait") is concrete proof.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Merge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/BestCoast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Best Coast -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Treats/dp/B003P72KGC/ref=dm_ap_alb1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281708123&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sun-kissed girl-group vocals straight out of the Phil Spector handbook, atop a riff borrowed from The Cure circa-1987. The perfect soundtrack for August sunsets and long, ugly break-ups on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Mexican Summer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Dream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. The-Dream -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003T5DE5G/ref=sr_1_album_1_rd?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;child=B003T5BVOM&amp;amp;qid=1281710105&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Yamaha&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Smack-dab in the middle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;an otherwise by-the-numbers set of current R&amp;amp;B&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;comes the best Prince track since the Purple One changed his name to an unpronounceable symbol. What follows is a glorious twelve-minute suite showing The-Dream (the same man who gave us "Umbrella" and "Single Ladies") at his absolute peak, a reminder of the creative possibilities still lurking in mainstream urban production.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Island Def Jam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Underworld.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Underworld -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Scribble/dp/B003SBK34Q/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281710655&amp;amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;Scribble&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More than a decade removed from their chart-topping peak, Underworld return with their best single in forever, as rapturous and expansive as anything from &lt;i&gt;Second Toughest In The Infants&lt;/i&gt;. A marvelous, welcome return to form.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;i&gt;Barking&lt;/i&gt; (Om/Cooking Vinyl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Janelle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;8. Janelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Monáe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="hhttp://www.amazon.com/The-ArchAndroid/dp/B003L0V758/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281710922&amp;amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cold War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of the few completely unique voices in modern R&amp;amp;B, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Monáe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; walks the thin line between defeat and defiance on this standout from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The ArchAndroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, backed by a track that feels like OutKast's genre-melding sound updated for 2010 in full-blown Technicolor.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The ArchAndroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Bad Boy/Wondaland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Mark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Mark Ronson &amp;amp; The Business Intl -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003UPWMQW/ref=sr_1_album_1_rd?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;child=B003UPR28A&amp;amp;qid=1281711399&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Bang Bang Bang&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God bless UK producer extraordinaire for bringing Q-Tip back to the radio. The fact that this track also kicks like a '60s garage band trapped inside an early Nineties disco? Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;i&gt;Record Collection&lt;/i&gt; (Columbia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Roots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. The Roots featuring Monsters Of Folk -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003RNU8KY/ref=sr_1_album_1_rd?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;child=B003RNU8O0&amp;amp;qid=1281711676&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Dear God 2.0&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Roots' finest album since 2001 works for a variety of reasons, not least being the seamless integration of contributions as disparate as Joanna Newsom, John Legend, and My Morning Jacket's Jim James. It's the latter at work here, as James' high-and-lonesome croon provides the perfect counterpoint to Black Thought's gritty, grungy soul-searching, the age-old quest for spirituality blown up to the level of street symphony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How I Got Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Island Def Jam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-4187018041189755226?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4187018041189755226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=4187018041189755226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4187018041189755226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4187018041189755226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/08/sounds-of-summer-10-songs-for-your.html' title='The Sounds Of Summer: 10 Songs For Your Summer Playlist'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-5902610619838630108</id><published>2010-03-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:36:48.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Embarrassment Of Riches...</title><content type='html'>Hard to remember a time when I've been more excited about all the new music coming down the pike. In the coming months, no less than &lt;em&gt;three &lt;/em&gt;different artists who placed albums inside &lt;a href="http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-albums-of-decade-30-21.html" target="_blank"&gt;my Top 25 of The 2000s&lt;/a&gt; will be debuting their latest efforts... and in the past week alone, it seems like the Internet floodgates burst wide open. Here's a quick rundown of what's grabbing my attention, along with the official links where you can listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/National.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The National -&lt;/strong&gt; "Bloodbuzz Ohio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exactly as dark and epic as you'd expect, with lyrics to match: "I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees/ I never married but Ohio don't remember me." Based on the handful of tracks I've heard, &lt;em&gt;High Violet&lt;/em&gt;—due on May 11th from 4AD—feels like the early frontrunner for album of the year. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="452" height="70" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="id" value="lalaSongEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=-8214529535186932027&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=memberAffiliate. 8425@22965"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="name" value="lalaSongEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://downloads.pitchforkmedia.com/The%20National%20-%20Bloodbuzz%20Ohio.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Download the MP3 from Pitchfork.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Hold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hold Steady -&lt;/strong&gt; "Hurricane J"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not quite as gripping as "Stuck Between Stations," sure, but that final thirty seconds is pretty damn awesome. And how about that album cover? May 4th on Vagrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="452" height="70" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="id" value="lalaSongEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=-8214529535187153944&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=memberAffiliate.8425%4022965"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="name" value="lalaSongEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Gaslight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gaslight Anthem -&lt;/strong&gt; "American Slang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Three for three from the "The" bands. For myself and others, &lt;em&gt;The '59 Sound &lt;/em&gt;was one of 2008's undiscovered gems, so here's hoping the third album from The Gaslight Anthem makes a bigger splash this time. For those of you awaiting a new Springsteen record, this'll do nicely in the interim. Out on June 15th from SideOneDummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thegaslightanthem" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stream the track from the band's MySpace page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/Robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robyn -&lt;/strong&gt; "Fembot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How much do I wish &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; was the cover art for Robyn's first release since her self-titled breakthrough? No details on album title or release (June?), but &lt;a href="http://www.robyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;you can stream the first single at her website&lt;/a&gt; right now. Deceptively simple, winkingly modern, and ridiculously catchy. More, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/lcdrunkgirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LCD Soundsystem -&lt;/strong&gt; "Drunk Girls" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A bit underwhelmed by the leadoff single from James Murphy and company... but then again, "North American Scum" wasn't exactly representative of the magnificent &lt;em&gt;Sounds Of Silver&lt;/em&gt;, either. Here's hoping this is the goofy throwaway on an otherwise worthy follow-up. Out May 18th on DFA/Virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="452" height="70" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="id" value="lalaSongEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=-8214529535186792114&amp;amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;amp;partnerId=memberAffiliate.8425%4022965"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="name" value="lalaSongEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2010/MGMT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MGMT -&lt;/strong&gt; "Flash Delirium"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And finally, speaking of deflating expectations: The new MGMT has already gone from "highly anticipated" to "epic collapse" in the brief time it took this baffling first single to dance around ye olde World Wide Web. Take all the psychedelic filler from &lt;em&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/em&gt;, remove any trace of what made "Kids" or "Time To Pretend" so invigorating, and you're left with "Flash Delirium." &lt;em&gt;Oof&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bold—or foolhardy—move, &lt;a href="http://www.whoismgmt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the entire album, &lt;em&gt;Congratulations&lt;/em&gt;, is now streaming at the band's website.&lt;/a&gt; Be advised, it doesn't get a whole lot better. Out April 13th on Columbia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-5902610619838630108?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5902610619838630108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=5902610619838630108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/5902610619838630108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/5902610619838630108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/03/embarassment-of-riches.html' title='An Embarrassment Of Riches...'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-4313206776369822743</id><published>2010-03-19T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:04:48.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Alex Chilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a242/bucklberry/band%20pics/alex-chil-bach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any good music geek, I discovered Alex Chilton through music magazines, the words of critics from a generation removed loudly proclaiming the genius of this great, undiscovered cult band called Big Star. I bought &lt;em&gt;#1 Record/Radio City&lt;/em&gt; through one of those (now extinct) record-and-tape clubs without hearing a note of music. Arguably, it was the best blind purchase I ever made in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Star's small, perfect body of work is older than I am, and yet it hasn't aged a minute in nearly forty years. They should've been famous in their heyday; instead, they became cult legends long after their break-up. You can hear their influence hang heavy over R.E.M., the Replacements, Teenage Fanclub, and almost any other melodic guitar band of the past two generations. Chilton's songs have been covered by everyone from Wilco to The Bangles to Jeff Buckley, and Cheap Trick's version of "In The Street" still blasts from TV sets every night in syndication as the theme to &lt;em&gt;That 70's Show&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Chilton changed the world before he turned twenty-five. Wednesday night in New Orleans, the godfather of power-pop passed away at the age of 59. Below are ten essential moments from the canon of Big Star, along with one of the finest tribute songs imaginable. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September Gurls (from &lt;em&gt;Radio City&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627138059991958&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627138059991958&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627138059991958" title="September Gurls - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;September Gurls - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen (from &lt;em&gt;#1 Record&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627056455613334&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627056455613334&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627056455613334" title="Thirteen - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;Thirteen - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Street (from &lt;em&gt;#1 Record&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627052160646038&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627052160646038&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627052160646038" title="In The Street - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;In The Street - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Of A Car (from &lt;em&gt;Radio City&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627125175090070&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627125175090070&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627125175090070" title="Back Of A Car - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;Back Of A Car - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanga-Roo (from &lt;em&gt;Third/Sister Lovers&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569479526484126&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569479526484126&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569479526484126" title="Kangaroo - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;Kangaroo - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Get What You Deserve (from &lt;em&gt;Radio City&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627116585155478&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627116585155478&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627116585155478" title="You Get What You Deserve - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;You Get What You Deserve - Big...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ballad Of El Goodo (from &lt;em&gt;#1 Record&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627047865678742&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627047865678742&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627047865678742" title="The Ballad Of El Goodo - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;The Ballad Of El Goodo - Big S...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Going Ahn (from &lt;em&gt;Radio City&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627112290188182&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627112290188182&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627112290188182" title="What's Going Ahn - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;What's Going Ahn - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightime (from &lt;em&gt;Third/Sister Lovers&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569496706353310&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569496706353310&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569496706353310" title="Nightime - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;Nightime - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch The Sunrise (from &lt;em&gt;#1 Record&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627086520384406&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627086520384406&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627086520384406" title="Watch The Sunrise - Big Star" target="_blank"&gt;Watch The Sunrise - Big Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Replacements - Alex Chilton (from &lt;em&gt;Pleased To Meet Me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569453762805262&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569453762805262&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569453762805262" title="Alex Chilton - The Replacements" target="_blank"&gt;Alex Chilton - The Replacement...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-4313206776369822743?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4313206776369822743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=4313206776369822743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4313206776369822743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4313206776369822743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-alex-chilton.html' title='R.I.P. Alex Chilton'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a242/bucklberry/band%20pics/th_alex-chil-bach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-8893684460864485005</id><published>2010-03-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:45:59.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Thoughts On The Glorious Train Wreck That Is The New Lady Gaga Video</title><content type='html'>With over half a million views in the first 12 hours (and the official YouTube vid rapidly closing in on 18 mil as of this writing), Lady Gaga's "Telephone" video is officially The Biggest Pop Music Event Of 2010 Thus Far &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(TM)&lt;/span&gt;. Below, the not-remotely-MTV-approved clip itself, followed by ten (mildly snarky) observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is product placement less annoying when it's funny (a la &lt;em&gt;30 Rock&lt;/em&gt;)? The advertising of Miracle Whip and Wonder Bread garnered a chuckle; crass positioning of Virgin Mobile, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nice shout-out to the "Gaga is a hermaphrodite" controversy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Caution tape as wardrobe? &lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/list/17233" target="_blank"&gt;Not remotely clichéd at all.&lt;/a&gt; (And yes, I know this is probably just an ironic comment on caution tape as cliché, or something...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Like another multi-platinum dance diva before her &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Obvious Madonna reference #1]&lt;/span&gt;, Lady G is not a good dancer (but dances constantly), is not particularly attractive (yet still insists on shedding her clothes on a regular basis), is not an especially gifted singer (which is why she writes to her strengths), and wears outfits that no human on earth could pull off convincingly (although she comes close). So why is she the biggest pop artist on the planet? &lt;strong&gt;Attitude&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Beyoncé, despite her outward appearance as the "anti Gaga," is far more convincing in this video than in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0461498/" target="_blank"&gt;any of her actual "acting" roles&lt;/a&gt;. And to think this was almost Britney....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. While we're on the subject: Why is the word &lt;em&gt;motherf**ker&lt;/em&gt; "bleeped" when uttered by Ms. Knowles, but not Miss Gaga? Does Honey B have a Disney movie coming out in the third quarter or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is this all just an elaborate plan for Lady G to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justify_My_Love_(video)" target="_blank"&gt;sell 400,000 copies of the "Telephone" video &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;strike&gt;VHS&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;DVD&lt;/strike&gt; Blu-Ray for $9.99? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Obvious Madonna reference #2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And shouldn't she have ponied up the extra cash to hire &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000233/" target="_blank"&gt;the director of &lt;em&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, rather than &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0959774/" target="_blank"&gt;the director of "Smack My Bitch Up" and "American Life"&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Obvious Madonna reference #3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cost of 56 dancers and extras: $200,000.&lt;br /&gt;Cost of film crew, lights, and locations: $375,000.&lt;br /&gt;Cost of Gaga wardrobe: $12.50 (approximate).&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Beyoncé driving the P**sy Wagon: &lt;strong&gt;Priceless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, it's an overlong, extravagant, nonsensical, Day-Glo mess... but give Lady G some credit: When was the last time there was this much attention paid to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8IVlfyIc8g" target="_blank"&gt;a single music video&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-8893684460864485005?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8893684460864485005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=8893684460864485005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8893684460864485005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8893684460864485005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-thoughts-on-glorious-train-wreck.html' title='Ten Thoughts On The Glorious Train Wreck That Is The New Lady Gaga Video'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-8733310553434006742</id><published>2010-03-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:23:44.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars Edition Part 2: The Best Under-The-Radar Films Of 2009</title><content type='html'>While I certainly don't catch &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; movie released in a given year, I do watch my fair share... including a handful of stellar efforts that didn't have the benefit of lavish studio campaigns or hefty promotional budgets to draw attention to themselves. Not one of these films grossed over $5 million in America; some of you might not even be aware of their very existence. Now easily available on DVD and Blu-Ray, each is well worth seeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/InTheLoop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The Loop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This British effort, released through IFC Films in the U.S., is easily the smartest—and most uncomfortably accurate—political satire since &lt;em&gt;Wag The Dog&lt;/em&gt;. But don't let that scare you off, because &lt;em&gt;In The Loop&lt;/em&gt; is also violently, profanely, jaw-droppingly funny, with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1226774/quotes" target="_blank"&gt;so many quotable lines coming fast and furious&lt;/a&gt;, multiple viewings seem almost a necessity. A well-deserved "Best Original Screenplay" nomination, plus the presence of James Gandolfini (as an American general crunching troop numbers via a talking toy calculator in one priceless scene), should entice those who like their comedy smart and adult, but the film's secret weapon is Scotsman Peter Capaldi; as British communications chief Malcolm Tucker, he wields obscenity like a saber, precise and gut-splitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus Features&lt;/strong&gt;: Unlike most "Deleted Scenes" extras, these bits are actually worth watching. Trimmed off the film's original four-hour (!!) running time, they're every bit as hilarious as anything in the final edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, Sam Rockwell would've scored multiple awards for his one-man &lt;em&gt;tour de force&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Moon&lt;/em&gt;, a thought-provoking meditation from first-time director (and son of David Bowie)Duncan Jones. The film itself is a winking nod to &lt;em&gt;2001&lt;/em&gt;, right down to GERTY, the HAL-influenced computer voiced by Kevin Spacey. But where Kubrick strove to blow your mind apart, Jones is content to let his feature unfold quietly, allowing &lt;em&gt;Moon&lt;/em&gt;'s twin themes of loneliness and corporate greed to sneak up on the viewer, unannounced. The result ranks amongst the best science fiction of the last decade, proving that bold execution trumps big budget every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus Features&lt;/strong&gt;: Several strong "Making Of" documentaries, which capture Jones' charming enthusiasm and shed light on how to produce top-notch effects with a (relatively) shoestring budget of $5 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Damned.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Damned United&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to standout roles in &lt;em&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Queen&lt;/em&gt;, and now &lt;em&gt;The Damned United&lt;/em&gt;, Michael Sheen is fast becoming one of my favorite actors to watch in practically &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. Taking on the real-life role of legendary football manager Brian Clough, Sheen unveils a complicated, complex, and utterly fascinating character study, aided on all sides by stellar British ensemble acting from Colm Meaney (AKA the great Gene Hunt of &lt;em&gt;Life On Mars&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; "alums" Jim Broadbent and Timothy Spall. Like most Americans, I have no real interest in soccer, no knowledge of Leeds United or the European Cup or First Division standings... and yet, I was completely enthralled for all 98 minutes. Here's betting you will be, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus Features&lt;/strong&gt;: Strong, fully-produced deleted scenes, plus documentary footage of the real Brian Clough, every bit the character of Sheen's portrayal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-8733310553434006742?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8733310553434006742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=8733310553434006742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8733310553434006742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8733310553434006742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-edition-part-2-best-under-radar.html' title='Oscars Edition Part 2: The Best Under-The-Radar Films Of 2009'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-8482419998914820142</id><published>2010-03-05T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:35:51.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars Edition Part 1: My Favorite Films Of 2009</title><content type='html'>With the Oscars coming this Sunday, here are my (extremely late) picks for my favorite movies of 2009. A few caveats: I have yet to see &lt;em&gt;Crazy Heart, Precious&lt;/em&gt;, and both of the &lt;em&gt;Man&lt;/em&gt; films (&lt;em&gt;A Serious&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;A Single&lt;/em&gt;), so adjust your expectations accordingly. And before anyone asks, &lt;em&gt;Avatar&lt;/em&gt; is definitely in my Top 10 for the year; I'm not sure it's worthy of a Best Picture accolade, but the sheer 3-D IMAXed spectacle of it certainly left me entertained for 162 minutes. (I also wish Oscar had found space in its ten nominations for two more equally enjoyable choices, &lt;em&gt;Star Trek&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;500 Days Of Summer&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/District9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;District 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a great year for sci-fi, this debut from director Neill Blomkamp stands the tallest, an equal balance between crowd-pleasing popcorn flick and astute social commentary, delivered with eye-popping effects that bely the (relatively) miniscule $30 million budget. And throughout, its scrappy energy leaps off the screen, making &lt;em&gt;District 9&lt;/em&gt; one of the best "genre films" in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/HurtLocker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about tension; &lt;em&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/em&gt; delivers in spades, to the point where the atmosphere itself—all desert grit and stinging sweat—practically becomes another character. Credit Jeremy Renner's knockout performance and Kathryn Bigelow's claustrophobic, near-documentary direction for making this one the odds-on Best Picture favorite; while it's not my personal pick, you won't hear any objections from me if &lt;em&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/em&gt; walks away with the big prize come Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/UpInTheAir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up In The Air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming close with &lt;em&gt;Thank You For Smoking&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Juno&lt;/em&gt;, director Jason Reitman finally knocks one out of the park. &lt;em&gt;Up In The Air&lt;/em&gt; is, at its heart, a small character study writ larger by uncomfortably prescient current events, with a core trio of completely natural performances—from Clooney, of course, but also Vera Farmiga and Anna Kendrick—giving the film a quiet sort of honesty... and ultimately, its heartwrenching power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Inglourious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just the best Quentin flick since &lt;em&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/em&gt;, the wild, woolly, and devilishly funny &lt;em&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/em&gt; is also the most Tarantino-y of &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; Tarantino pictures, a movie drunk on its own go-for-broke enthusiasm and deeply in love with language: dialogue, accents, and everything in between. Quentin's fascination with all things cinematic seeps into every second, and with Col. Hans Landa, Christoph Waltz has crafted a villain for the ages; like Anton Chigurh or Hannibal Lecter, you can't take your eyes off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Pixar's masterpiece on four separate occasions since its release in the summer of 2009, and damn if that (now justifiably famous) ten-minute stretch didn't move me to tears every time. &lt;em&gt;Up&lt;/em&gt; was as exuberant, beautiful, and hilarious as anything I saw last year, with an added emotional resonance that no other film—animated or otherwise—could match. Bravo to Pixar for topping themselves yet again, and bravo to &lt;em&gt;Up&lt;/em&gt; for providing a fitting cap to the studio's remarkably consistent decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-8482419998914820142?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8482419998914820142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=8482419998914820142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8482419998914820142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8482419998914820142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-edition-part-1-my-favorite-films.html' title='Oscars Edition Part 1: My Favorite Films Of 2009'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-4817144753010461096</id><published>2010-01-10T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:24:46.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Best Singles Of 2009: 15-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/da/Yeah-yeah-yeahs-zero-single-cd-cover-album-art.jpg/200px-Yeah-yeah-yeahs-zero-single-cd-cover-album-art.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interscope]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn hipsters do the club makeover in style, causing a mass epidemic of blogger salivating… for good reason. Hands down the finest YYY moment since the heyday of “Maps.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627045464148185&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627045464148185&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627045464148185" title="Zero - Yeah Yeah Yeahs" target="_blank"&gt;Zero - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/BigBoi.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Big Boi featuring Gucci Mane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine Blockas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LaFace]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought Andre 3000 was the talented one, Big Boi comes roaring back with his best track in damn near a decade... and that Harold Melvin sample? Genius. Now release the album already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684639485078943&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684639485078943&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684639485078943" title="Shine Blockas (Clean Version) - Big Boi featuring Gucci Mane" target="_blank"&gt;Shine Blockas (Clean Version) ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/5f/Basem_Raind_Cover1_myspace.jpg/200px-Basem_Raind_Cover1_myspace.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Basement Jaxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[XL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summer highlight as giddy and glorious as you’d expect from a Basement Jaxx comeback, all Day-Glo craziness and AutoTuned climaxes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569453763515643&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569453763515643&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569453763515643" title="Raindrops - Basement Jaxx" target="_blank"&gt;Raindrops - Basement Jaxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/96/Sometime_around_midnight.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime Around Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Island]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the anthem for anyone who’s ever gotten drunk and blown off (not necessarily in that order) at some craptastic bar. (Piano-led band optional.)  Based on the amount of top-of-the-lungs singing that occurs whenever this now gets played, that’s a lot of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627071233952450&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627071233952450&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627071233952450" title="Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event" target="_blank"&gt;Sometime Around Midnight - The...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0e/Songsremindannie.jpg/200px-Songsremindannie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs Remind Me Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Totally/Smalltown Supersound]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what’s in the water in Scandinavia, but between Robyn, The Knife, and Annie, no other region pulls off the mix of chilly, futuristic electronica and human-sized heartbreak better. The highlight of the great, eclectic, underrated &lt;em&gt;Don't Stop&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYF-9ZZUhv0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYF-9ZZUhv0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0b/The_Gaslight_Anthem_-_The_%2759_Sound_%28UK%29.jpg/200px-The_Gaslight_Anthem_-_The_%2759_Sound_%28UK%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;The Gaslight Anthem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '59 Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SideOneDummy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springsteen-indebted punks with a healthy dose of Social D in their diet concoct the best Irish-wake rabble-rouser since that song from &lt;em&gt;The Departed&lt;/em&gt;. I discovered their same-named album too late for my “Best Of 2008” list; consider their inclusion this year my &lt;em&gt;mea culpa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569454110717202&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569454110717202&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569454110717202" title="The '59 Sound - The Gaslight Anthem" target="_blank"&gt;The '59 Sound - The Gaslight A...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e7/My_Life_Would_Suck_Without_You.jpg/200px-My_Life_Would_Suck_Without_You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RCA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine return to form for our all-time favorite Idol, and so what if there’s more than a passing resemblance to “Since U Been Gone”? I defy &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; not to have a smile on their face by the time that sticky-sweet chorus rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684637834603024&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684637834603024&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684637834603024" title="My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson" target="_blank"&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/16/Grizzlybeartwoweeks.jpg/200px-Grizzlybeartwoweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Grizzly Bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Warp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn indie rockers drag the Beach Boys into the 21st century, complete with gorgeous harmonies, ethereal melodies, and (naturally) a really really &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Avett2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;The Avett Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I And Love And You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[American]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entire decade’s worth of touring and independent releases finally culminates in this, the Avetts’ watershed moment, a song so gorgeous and heavy you can almost hear all ten years of perseverance in that chorus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684637834626864&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684637834626864&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684637834626864" title="I And Love And You - The Avett Brothers" target="_blank"&gt;I And Love And You - The Avett...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/82/Sspu_ps_cover.jpg/200px-Sspu_ps_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Silversun Pickups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic Switch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dangerbird]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Billy Corgan continues to destroy his legacy step by egocentric step, Silversun Pickups step into the void with a Pumpkins homage better than anything the real band has done since &lt;em&gt;Mellon Collie&lt;/em&gt;. Heavy as a hammer and drunk on its own lyrical ridiculousness—and all the more infectious because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569466663731456&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569466663731456&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569466663731456" title="Panic Switch - Silversun Pickups" target="_blank"&gt;Panic Switch - Silversun Picku...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d8/Daniel_Bat_for_Lashes.jpg/200px-Daniel_Bat_for_Lashes.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Bat For Lashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Astralwerks/Caroline]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Kate Bush fronting Fleetwood Mac, “Daniel” is at once chilly and catchy, wistful and wary. Coupled with the equally startling video, it’s one of the most haunted singles in ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742246398719475&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742246398719475&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742246398719475" title="Daniel - Bat For Lashes" target="_blank"&gt;Daniel - Bat For Lashes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/8b/PJ-TheFixer.jpg/200px-PJ-TheFixer.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fixer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Monkeywrench]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the corporate ad campaign; the once-and-future grunge forebears haven’t sounded this damn vital in over a decade, and you know what? Mass acceptance kinda suits them. Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IG4N-vVHLA4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IG4N-vVHLA4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b2/Esom-single-cover.jpg/200px-Esom-single-cover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Jay-Z featuring Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empire State Of Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Roc Nation/Atlantic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When S. Carter first called himself “the black Sinatra,” people snickered. No one’s laughing now. New York’s brand-new, omnipresent, can’t-get-it-out-of-your-head anthem, with MVP Alicia Keys destroying that chorus as Hova gets everyone’s damn hands up one more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569466644037564&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569466644037564&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569466644037564" title="Empire State Of Mind (feat. Alicia Keys) - Jay-Z" target="_blank"&gt;Empire State Of Mind (feat. Al...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/KOL.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Kings Of Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RCA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville superstars-in-training complete their coronation as America’s biggest band of 2009 with a once-in-a-lifetime single, universal enough to spawn a thousand cover versions and massive enough to shake stadiums to their very foundations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684650719674069&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684650719674069&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684650719674069" title="Use Somebody - Kings Of Leon" target="_blank"&gt;Use Somebody - Kings Of Leon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/f9/Phoenix_-_1901.jpeg/200px-Phoenix_-_1901.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1901&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[V2/Loyauté]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009’s best single spent almost the entire year taking a long and winding path to greatness, from a free February download and a pre-album live performance on &lt;em&gt;Saturday Night Live &lt;/em&gt;in March, to the Cadillac commercial that helped the song finally hit alternative radio in the fall, and, in the waning weeks of December, the &lt;em&gt;Billboard&lt;/em&gt; Hot 100 proper. But don’t celebrate “1901” for marketing, but rather the simply grass-roots act of a fantastic song finding its audience, one listener at a time. Even now, nearly a year on, it still hasn’t lost an ounce of its effortless effervescence, a perfect slice of pop perfection for the ages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684643780013965&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684643780013965&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684643780013965" title="1901 - Phoenix" target="_blank"&gt;1901 - Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-4817144753010461096?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4817144753010461096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=4817144753010461096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4817144753010461096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4817144753010461096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-best-singles-of-2009-15-1.html' title='The 30 Best Singles Of 2009: 15-1'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-8734721534181035513</id><published>2010-01-06T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:21:12.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Best Singles Of 2009: 30-16</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Wilco.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Wilco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Never Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nonesuch]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago’s finest dive into one of their (far-too-infrequent) light-hearted romps, arguably their breeziest concoction since &lt;em&gt;Summerteeth&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569470938611902&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569470938611902&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569470938611902" title="You Never Know - Wilco" target="_blank"&gt;You Never Know - Wilco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b4/IDoNotHookUp.jpg/200px-IDoNotHookUp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Do Not Hook Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RCA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be a role model… except perhaps Ms. Clarkson. Great hook, great production, great message; why wasn’t this bigger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684642129570320&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684642129570320&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684642129570320" title="I Do Not Hook Up - Kelly Clarkson" target="_blank"&gt;I Do Not Hook Up - Kelly Clark...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/paparazzi200.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interscope]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the choice between this or, say, the soul-crushing banality of the Black-Eyed Peas, I’ll take the weird art-project Madonna wanna-be every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627088413845937&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627088413845937&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627088413845937" title="Paparazzi - Lady GaGa" target="_blank"&gt;Paparazzi - Lady GaGa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Avett.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;The Avett Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight Figure Of Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[American]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who think the brothers Avett went all “soft” on their major-label debut, a nicely raucous throwback to the old days. Hilarious video too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684680784299824&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684680784299824&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684680784299824" title="Slight Figure Of Speech - The Avett Brothers" target="_blank"&gt;Slight Figure Of Speech - The ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/6b/Very-best-warm-heart-africa-cover.jpg/200px-Very-best-warm-heart-africa-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;The Very Best featuring Erza Koenig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Heart Of Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Green Owl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invigorating Afropop with an electro sheen... and a Vampire Weekend cameo to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569460237009098&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569460237009098&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569460237009098" title="Warm Heart of Africa (featuring Ezra Koenig) - The Very Best" target="_blank"&gt;Warm Heart of Africa (featurin...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d4/Raekwon-OnlyBuilt4CubanLinxIICover.jpg/200px-Raekwon-OnlyBuilt4CubanLinxIICover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Raekwon featuring Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck &amp; Method Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Of Flying Daggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ice H2O/EMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hip-hop equivalent of the &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt; reunion on &lt;em&gt;Curb Your Enthusiasm&lt;/em&gt;, and probably the closest we’ll ever get to the glory days of &lt;em&gt;Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742237909505929&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742237909505929&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742237909505929" title="House Of Flying Daggers Featuring Inspectah Deck, Ghostface Killah &amp; Method Man - Inspectah Deck, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Method Man" target="_blank"&gt;House Of Flying Daggers Featur...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/26/MuseUprisingCDsingle.jpg/200px-MuseUprisingCDsingle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uprising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Warner Bros.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stadium-rousing anthem from the heir apparent to Queen: gloriously big, vaguely ridiculous, and with the Gary Glitter beat to boot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569449482768851&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569449482768851&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569449482768851" title="Uprising - Muse" target="_blank"&gt;Uprising - Muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/89/I%27m_on_a_Boat.jpg/200px-I%27m_on_a_Boat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;The Lonely Island featuring T-Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm On A Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Universal Republic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a “joke” club banger from the SNL guys turned out to be a better—and more successful--hip-hop track than most of the &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; hip-hop released in 2009 tells you all you need to know about the lousy state of modern urban music. That, plus T-Pain is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627056443882190&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627056443882190&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627056443882190" title="I'm On A Boat - The Lonely Island" target="_blank"&gt;I'm On A Boat - The Lonely Isl...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/f1/Royksopp_The_Girl_and_the_Robot.jpg/200px-Royksopp_The_Girl_and_the_Robot.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Röyksopp featuring Robyn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl And The Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Astralwerks/Wall Of Sound]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, Robyn will finally release a lousy song; until then, her hot streak continues, this time with a standout from the Norwegian duo’s third album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742237808793773&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742237808793773&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742237808793773" title="The Girl And The Robot - Röyksopp" target="_blank"&gt;The Girl And The Robot - Röyks...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/lisztomania200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisztomania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Glassnote/Loyauté]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age-old struggle of art vs. commerce, as filtered through the lens of a 19th century Hungarian composer. “From a mess to the masses,” indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684639485046669&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684639485046669&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684639485046669" title="Lisztomania - Phoenix" target="_blank"&gt;Lisztomania - Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/6a/Maxwell_Pretty_Wings_Cover.jpg/200px-Maxwell_Pretty_Wings_Cover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Maxwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Columbia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been nine years? Maxwell rolls back the clock with this effortless comeback single, instantly showing up the entire R&amp;B genre with one achingly pretty ballad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684648074979765&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684648074979765&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684648074979765" title="Pretty Wings (uncut) - Maxwell" target="_blank"&gt;Pretty Wings (uncut) - Maxwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/90/NewMoonSoundtrack.jpg/200px-NewMoonSoundtrack.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Thom Yorke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chop Shop/Atlantic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy “down” year for Thom Yorke—four new solo tracks, plus two more from Radiohead—capped with a dark-tinged number so great, you can (almost) forgive the whole horrible &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXwyE0IrA2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXwyE0IrA2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/FlamingLips.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;The Flaming Lips with Stardeath &amp; White Dwarfs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Warner Bros.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea? Warner Brothers’ &lt;em&gt;Covered: A Revolution In Sound&lt;/em&gt;, featuring “highlights” like Adam Sandler impersonating Neil Young. (Seriously.) Great idea? The Lips turning early, chirpy Madonna single into freak-out jam. The ability to support this song, but not its heinous album counterpart, is the entire reason iTunes exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569496710643287&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569496710643287&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569496710643287" title="Borderline [With Stardeath And White Dwarfs] - The Flaming Lips" target="_blank"&gt;Borderline [With Stardeath And...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d8/Brick_By_Boring_Brick.jpg/200px-Brick_By_Boring_Brick.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick By Boring Brick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fueled By Ramen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another catchy-as-hell single from my favorite pop-punkers of the decade—this time with a fantastically &lt;em&gt;messed-up &lt;/em&gt;video to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569462349070612&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569462349070612&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569462349070612" title="Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore" target="_blank"&gt;Brick By Boring Brick - Paramo...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/fe/Alicia_Keys_-_Try_Sleeping_with_a_Broken_Heart.jpg/200px-Alicia_Keys_-_Try_Sleeping_with_a_Broken_Heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty great fourth quarter for Ms. Keys: first the inescapable Jay-Z collab, next the best slice of Prince-styled heartache since &lt;em&gt;Sign ‘O’ The Times&lt;/em&gt;. Can't wait to see what she does in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684652369936634&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684652369936634&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684652369936634" title="Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart - Alicia Keys" target="_blank"&gt;Try Sleeping With A Broken Hea...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-8734721534181035513?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8734721534181035513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=8734721534181035513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8734721534181035513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/8734721534181035513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-best-singles-of-2009-30-16.html' title='The 30 Best Singles Of 2009: 30-16'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-7071305505691767536</id><published>2010-01-01T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:24:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 10-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/9a/GhostsoftheGreatHighway.jpg/200px-GhostsoftheGreatHighway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sun Kil Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghosts Of The Great Highway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jetset, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the decade began, Mark Kozelek was in the midst of a career downturn, releasing solo albums of reworked AC/DC and John Denver covers as his former band, Red House Painters, dissolved in a mess of major-label mergers. Even diehards, then, couldn’t have predicted the remarkable comeback of &lt;em&gt;Ghosts Of The Great Highway&lt;/em&gt;, a flat-out masterpiece that bests all else in Kozelek’s critically-acclaimed back catalog. With its restless reach, encompassing everything from acoustic lullabies (“Gentle Moon”) to Neil-Young-esque guitar workouts (“Salvador Sanchez”), &lt;em&gt;Ghosts&lt;/em&gt; is epic without ever feeling exhausting, and that’s never clearer than on “Duk Koo Kim,” a hypnotizing journey that stretches for fourteen minutes and thirty-two seconds—without a single wasted moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKRA7weVyLs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKRA7weVyLs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0a/TheNational-Boxer.jpg/200px-TheNational-Boxer.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;The National&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boxer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beggars Banquet, 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow-burn album of the century thus far, &lt;em&gt;Boxer&lt;/em&gt; landed near the low end of my “10 Best” list in 2007, but two years later, it sounds more intoxicating—and timely—than ever. From “Fake Empire” on down, The National deliver an unflinching requiem for a lost decade all “showered and blue-blazered,” but they do so without an ounce of preaching; this is a work that unfolds its charms gradually, painstakingly, until each subsequent listen reveals additional depths, until every simple-on-the-surface track begins to resonate like a mantra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1225260582294592334&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1225260582294592334&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1225260582294592334" title="Mistaken For Strangers - The National" target="_blank"&gt;Mistaken For Strangers - The N...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/6e/Thedevilandgodareraginginsideme.jpg/200px-Thedevilandgodareraginginsideme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Brand New&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interscope, 2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No act of the new millennium—punk, alternative, or otherwise—displayed as much range over the course of a single record as Brand New did on their mind-bogglingly great third album. Using religious confusion as a springboard, &lt;em&gt;The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me&lt;/em&gt; fused screamo’s dynamics to Eighties atmospherics, alternating between tension (“Sowing Season”) and tenderness (“Handcuffs”)—or, more often than not, incorporating both (“Jesus,” “Degausser”) to heart-stopping effect. A challenging, defiant disc that sounds just as fresh as it did in 2006, &lt;em&gt;The Devil And God…&lt;/em&gt; is pure jagged brilliance, offering shards of transcendence amidst the wreckage.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627056443803074&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627056443803074&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627056443803074" title="Degausser - Brand New" target="_blank"&gt;Degausser - Brand New&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0a/RyanAdamsHeartbreaker.jpg/200px-RyanAdamsHeartbreaker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Ryan Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bloodshot, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams’ solo debut could’ve easily been a “licking the wounds” release, a retreat to his old home Bloodshot after major-label shuffling left both his band (Whiskeytown) and album (&lt;em&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/em&gt;) in limbo. Instead, two weeks in Nashville with David Rawlings and Gillian Welch (among others) resulted in a bona-fide Americana classic, the pressure-free vibe prompting Adams to compose a cycle of achingly gorgeous gems (“Oh My Sweet Carolina,” “My Winding Wheel”) with highlights as disparate as the loose-limbed, ramshackle “To Be Young (Is To Be Sad, Is To Be High)” and the oh-so-lovely, oh-so-bitter “Come Pick Me Up.” In a career known more for quantity than quality, &lt;em&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/em&gt; stands alone, a late-night lullaby for the wrecked romantic in everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569485754368716&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569485754368716&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569485754368716" title="Come Pick Me Up - Ryan Adams" target="_blank"&gt;Come Pick Me Up - Ryan Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/47/WilcoYankeeHotelFoxtrot.jpg/200px-WilcoYankeeHotelFoxtrot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Wilco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yankee Hotel Foxtrot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nonesuch, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there was enough drama surrounding this album to fuel a (pretty great) documentary, but that’s not the real reason &lt;em&gt;Yankee Hotel Foxtrot &lt;/em&gt;stands out in the remarkable run of albums Wilco released from 1996 (&lt;em&gt;Being There&lt;/em&gt;) to 2004 (&lt;em&gt;A Ghost Is Born&lt;/em&gt;). With its themes of dislocation and mortality, &lt;em&gt;YHF&lt;/em&gt; nails the tenor of our times like few other works this decade; it’s arguably the definitive post-9/11 album, thanks to both eerily prescient songwriting (“Ashes Of American Flags,” “Poor Places”) and the hovering, haunted production adding weight to even the simplest Tweedy composition. Most importantly, it broke Wilco out of the alt-country ghetto once and for all, setting them free to roam a musical landscape much like the one &lt;em&gt;YHF&lt;/em&gt; conjures: a little cracked, a bit bruised, yet still beautiful.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569449463773624&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569449463773624&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569449463773624" title="I am trying to break your heart - Wilco" target="_blank"&gt;I am trying to break your hear...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/57/Coldplayparachutesalbumcover.jpg/200px-Coldplayparachutesalbumcover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parachutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Capitol, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget, there was a time when Coldplay was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the second coming of U2, but merely four British lads making their first record—and, inadvertently but incredibly, capturing lightning in a bottle. Even in its louder moments, there’s nothing grandiose or inflated about &lt;em&gt;Parachutes&lt;/em&gt;; this is a twinkling, hushed affair, with Chris Martin’s falsetto hovering like a whisper over the most aching moments (“Sparks,” “Trouble”) Coldplay ever committed to tape. Hate the quartet now, if you must, but understand that every world-conquering act has its humble roots… and in the case of &lt;em&gt;Parachutes&lt;/em&gt;, there’s magic in every second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742253290718809&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742253290718809&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742253290718809" title="Trouble - Coldplay" target="_blank"&gt;Trouble - Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e9/Transatlanticism.jpg/200px-Transatlanticism.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transatlanticism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Barsuk, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long, strange trip for Death Cab this decade, from cult releases on tiny Barsuk Records to recording the lead single for a giant Hollywood production in 2009… but if you’re wondering how Ben Gibbard’s 4-track solo project morphed into one of the biggest indie-rock bands in America, look no further than 2003’s triumphant pinnacle. &lt;em&gt;Transatlanticism&lt;/em&gt; is Death Cab at their finest, from small-scale anthems (“The New Year”) to ruminative pop (“Title And Registration”), but it’s the expansive, widescreen experimentalism throughout that truly heralds greatness. Countless other acts have appropriated &lt;em&gt;Transatlanticism&lt;/em&gt;’s core values since, and no wonder; this is the sound of ambition achieved, organically and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569449478709642&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569449478709642&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569449478709642" title="The Sound of Settling - Death Cab for Cutie" target="_blank"&gt;The Sound of Settling - Death ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/de/Damien_Rice_O_album_cover.jpg/200px-Damien_Rice_O_album_cover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vector, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small coincidence that an abnormally large number of albums on this list were created without any label support whatsoever (from &lt;em&gt;Robyn&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Bleed American &lt;/em&gt;to Radiohead’s own &lt;em&gt;In Rainbows&lt;/em&gt;), but no other independent success story resonated more strongly in the 2000s than this word-of-mouth masterpiece. Rice’s voice, like his writing, is passionate, open, unafraid—but I suspect there's a deeper explanation for why his self-released debut went on to triple platinum sales in the U.K. and a Shortlist Music Prize win in America; from the bedroom recordings to the hand-crafted artwork, everything about &lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt; feels intimate, unvarnished, with no separation at all between artist and audience. A life-changing album in some quarters—or simply the sort of private secret that spreads from person to person and country to country, its heartfelt (and heartbroken) depths reflecting the lives of every person who encounters it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569462350892116&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569462350892116&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569462350892116" title="Cannonball - Damien Rice" target="_blank"&gt;Cannonball - Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/25/ArcadeFireFuneralCover.jpg/200px-ArcadeFireFuneralCover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funeral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Merge, 2004]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As its title implies, &lt;em&gt;Funeral&lt;/em&gt; is a eulogy of sorts, dedicated to those who died during its creation; the songs on &lt;em&gt;Funeral&lt;/em&gt;, however, are nothing short of the most intoxicating, exhilarating, life-affirming music to appear this entire decade. Arcade Fire’s sound—a three-dimensional explosion of strings and voices, distortion and pounding—is already the stuff of legend, but it’s the group’s relentless, wide-eyed humanity that truly sets them apart: the children digging tunnels in the snow on “Neighborhood #1,” the neighbors dancing during “Laika,” the to-the-rafters chorus that made “Wake Up” an underground anthem in 2005. Electricity flows through every bit of &lt;em&gt;Funeral&lt;/em&gt;, but, more importantly, it flows both ways, turning each listener into part of a community, and making Arcade Fire’s glorious din feel like the essence of hope itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1801721356184679744&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1801721356184679744&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1801721356184679744" title="Wake Up - Arcade Fire" target="_blank"&gt;Wake Up - Arcade Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b5/Radiohead.kida.albumart.jpg/200px-Radiohead.kida.albumart.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kid A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Capitol, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash back, if you can, to the autumn of 2000: CD sales were at an all-time high, Napster was changing the entire dynamic of music piracy, and Radiohead’s hugely-anticipated follow-up to &lt;em&gt;OK Computer &lt;/em&gt;had just leaked onto the Net. In response, the band streamed the entire thing, for free, before its physical release, and thus countless users (including yours truly) fought buffers and bad connections to hear the opening strains of “Everything In Its Right Place”… or, in other words, the 21st century equivalent of Dylan going electric at Newport.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And therin lies the brilliance of &lt;em&gt;Kid A&lt;/em&gt;; like no other record since, it upends every notion of mainstream success, “alternative” rock, and even Radiohead itself, offering a universe where the most gifted singer of our era turns his voice into an electronic bleat and a three-guitar band abandons the idea of actual &lt;em&gt;guitars&lt;/em&gt; for most of the disc. And yet, for all its polarizing infamy, &lt;em&gt;Kid A&lt;/em&gt; is also a work of absolute genius, an all-or-nothing experiment that paid off in critical (and commercial) spades, and quite possibly the bravest move &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; from a band not exactly known for playing it safe. Beyond that, it’s arguably Radiohead’s most complete listen, a perfect balancing act where every weird sojourn (“Treefingers”) and discordant blast (“The National Anthem”) is absolutely necessary, as necessary as the high-water marks (“Idioteque,” “How To Disappear Completely”) that still hypnotize even today. Years from now, when music exists only as a random collection of electronic files, scholars will point to &lt;em&gt;Kid A&lt;/em&gt; as a milestone, the last truly important—and absolutely vital—album. Of the decade. If not beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742231835351595&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742231835351595&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742231835351595" title="Everything In Its Right Place - Radiohead" target="_blank"&gt;Everything In Its Right Place ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-7071305505691767536?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7071305505691767536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=7071305505691767536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7071305505691767536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7071305505691767536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-albums-of-decade-10-1.html' title='The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 10-1'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-4078981432145950348</id><published>2009-12-31T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:22:18.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 20-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/88/Matthewgood_avalanche.png/200px-Matthewgood_avalanche.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Matthew Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avalanche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Universal Canada, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown on this side of the border, Matthew Good isn’t just the most consistent, visionary Canadian songwriter of the 2000s; he’s one of the best &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt;. And while all five of his studio releases this decade are worth your time, this remains his magnum opus, a sprawling and beautiful work both ambitious in scope (six tracks exceed the 5:55 mark, each a standout) and startling in its hard-edged humanity. Thanks to the digital domain, &lt;em&gt;Avalanche&lt;/em&gt; is finally available in America, and nearly seven years on, it still retains every ounce of its power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1657606151223576344&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1657606151223576344&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1657606151223576344" title="Weapon - Matthew Good" target="_blank"&gt;Weapon - Matthew Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4f/Jay-z-black-album.jpg/200px-Jay-z-black-album.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Black Album&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter that his “retirement” only lasted slightly longer than Brett Farve’s? In 2003, Shawn Carter was ready to leave a legacy, and damn if he didn’t deliver, cashing in blue-chip stocks from a Who’s Who of top producers: Kanye (“Encore”), Just Blaze (“Threat”), The Neptunes (“Change Clothes”), and, of course, Rick Rubin’s master class in Eighties revivalism (“99 Problems”). Every track is a monster, every lyric a victory lap. No wonder it’s been (seemingly) sampled or remixed by a thousand others since; &lt;em&gt;The Black Album &lt;/em&gt;finds Jay-Z leaving the game on his terms, on top and untouchable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627065033649857&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627065033649857&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627065033649857" title="Dirt Off Your Shoulder - Jay-Z" target="_blank"&gt;Dirt Off Your Shoulder - Jay-Z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/3f/Is_This_It.JPG/200px-Is_This_It.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is This It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RCA, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could any album have lived up to the hype that greeted &lt;em&gt;Is This It &lt;/em&gt;in the summer of 2001? Amazingly, this one nearly did, and while it might’ve been foolhardy to think the Strokes—or any “garage band,” for that matter—could save rock, at the very least &lt;em&gt;Is This It &lt;/em&gt;rescued us from the prolonged American nightmare of Creed, Staind, and Limp Bizkit, kicking the door in for indie acts of all shapes and sizes to mingle in the mainstream. In 2010, The Strokes don’t matter, but their first effort—in all its skuzzy, dirty, insanely catchy glory—still does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684650714446964&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684650714446964&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684650714446964" title="Barely Legal - The Strokes" target="_blank"&gt;Barely Legal - The Strokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/ff/RobynUKcover.jpg/200px-RobynUKcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Robyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cherrytree/Interscope, 2008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattering the myth that of-the-moment music must be mindless, &lt;em&gt;Robyn&lt;/em&gt; arrives both inviting &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; audacious, with its contemporary sheen serving as Trojan horse for one of the smartest, sensitive “pop” records imaginable. Throughout, former teen-idol-turned-indie-auteur Robyn displays enough range to shame a warehouse of single lady divas, moving from L’Trimm-styled goofs (“Konichiwa Bitches”) to Kate Bush-flavored confessionals (“Anytime You Like”) in roughly forty minutes and change. And the points (“Be Mine!,” “Cobrastyle,” “With Every Heartbeat”) in between? As good as pop—or any other—music got this decade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627065033784231&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627065033784231&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627065033784231" title="Be Mine! - Robyn" target="_blank"&gt;Be Mine! - Robyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/fe/MMJZ.jpg/200px-MMJZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;My Morning Jacket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ATO, 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim James and company could’ve easily taken the safe route, refining their brand of jam-band fireworks for an ever-widening, ever-adoring audience. Instead, &lt;em&gt;Z&lt;/em&gt; blew the blueprint to hell in a thousand dazzling ways, from the sinister electro of “It Beats 4 U” to the cracked reggae of “Off The Record” and the epic, psychedelic set closer “Dondante.” Like Radiohead or Wilco before them, MMJ threw down the gauntlet with &lt;em&gt;Z&lt;/em&gt;, instantly transforming into the kind of groundbreaking act whose every move bristles with wide-open possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684642128898480&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684642128898480&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684642128898480" title="It Beats 4 U - My Morning Jacket" target="_blank"&gt;It Beats 4 U - My Morning Jack...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ea/Arcade_Fire_-_Neon_Bible.jpg/200px-Arcade_Fire_-_Neon_Bible.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neon Bible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Merge, 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone amongst their crazily-hyped indie peers, Arcade Fire actually managed to follow up an amazing debut with an &lt;em&gt;equally amazing &lt;/em&gt;second record. With its torrents of sound and expanded palette—and yes, above all, that singular passion—&lt;em&gt;Neon Bible &lt;/em&gt;marked the moment when AF's career path changed from “streaking comet” to “one of the brightest stars in the current musical landscape.” God only knows what they’ll do for Album #3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1801721339004848932&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1801721339004848932&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1801721339004848932" title="No Cars Go - Arcade Fire" target="_blank"&gt;No Cars Go - Arcade Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d6/Pattygriffin1000kisses.jpg/200px-Pattygriffin1000kisses.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Patty Griffin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1000 Kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ATO, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No contemporary singer does “sad” better than Patty Griffin, and no album of hers overflows with sadness—and humanity, and heartbreak, and hope—like &lt;em&gt;1000 Kisses&lt;/em&gt;. If you haven't yet discovered one of the best-kept treasures in music today, start with this record; a tiny miracle of hushed moments, it's Patty at her superb best, every vocal as raw as a wound and every ache as radiant as the morning sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684637740481218&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684637740481218&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684637740481218" title="Rain - Patty Griffin" target="_blank"&gt;Rain - Patty Griffin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/ce/PostalService_cover300dpi.jpg/200px-PostalService_cover300dpi.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;The Postal Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sub Pop, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On paper, there seemed little common ground between Ben Gibbard’s sad-boy yearning and Dntel’s sprightly, bouncing electronica, but once released, &lt;em&gt;Give Up &lt;/em&gt;turned out to be the decade’s most left-field surprise, a spot-on pairing that managed, miraculously, to infuse bedroom angst with swirling Technicolor propulsion. Sub Pop’s second-best-selling album to date (behind Nirvana’s &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt;) would go on to spawn countless lousy (and occasionally chart-topping) imitators, with a long-rumored second Postal Service LP never materializing; perhaps for the best, as it’s difficult to imagine any way in which &lt;em&gt;Give Up &lt;/em&gt;might be improved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569475235977028&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569475235977028&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569475235977028" title="We Will Become Silhouettes - The Postal Service" target="_blank"&gt;We Will Become Silhouettes - T...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2e/In_Rainbows_Official_Cover.jpg/200px-In_Rainbows_Official_Cover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Rainbows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[self-released, 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its headline-grabbing “pay what you want” release has faded into folklore, one can appreciate &lt;em&gt;In Rainbows &lt;/em&gt;for what it really is: not a business model or music-biz game changer, but simply a great start-to-finish &lt;em&gt;album&lt;/em&gt;. With no lofty concept and no one to please but themselves, Radiohead (AKA The Best Band Of Our Generation) delivered their most consistently open, accessible, and listenable work to date, ten perfect songs performed to perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=3386988411943879181&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=3386988411943879181&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/3386988411943879181" title="Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohead" target="_blank"&gt;Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/00/TheMoonAntarctica.jpg/200px-TheMoonAntarctica.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Modest Mouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Moon And Antarctica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Epic, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From day one, Isaac Brock’s best moments have unwound like travelogues, which might explain the singular triumph of &lt;em&gt;The Moon And Antarctica&lt;/em&gt;; track for track, this is his band’s finest adventure yet, an album with the scope to encompass each far-ranging experiment, yet fine-tuned enough to capture every last odd, mesmerizing detail. Future Modest Mouse efforts would achieve greater commercial success, but none captured a world quite as mesmerizing as &lt;em&gt;Antarctica&lt;/em&gt;, resolutely earthbound in one moment and interstellar the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684637772486456&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684637772486456&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684637772486456" title="3rd Planet - Modest Mouse" target="_blank"&gt;3rd Planet - Modest Mouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-4078981432145950348?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4078981432145950348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=4078981432145950348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4078981432145950348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4078981432145950348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-albums-of-decade-20-11.html' title='The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 20-11'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-4041436698581319259</id><published>2009-12-30T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:35:58.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 30-21</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/65/Asleepintheback.jpg/200px-Asleepintheback.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Elbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asleep In The Back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[V2, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Elbow won Britain’s Mercury Music Prize in 2008, it only confirmed what the faithful knew back in 2001, as &lt;em&gt;Asleep In The Back &lt;/em&gt;garnered a cult following by virtue of its finely-nuanced balance between prog-rock pulse and Britpop dynamics. Even now, its luster remains undiminished; this is a moody, near-symphonic work with edges sharp enough to draw blood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627057899620932&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627057899620932&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627057899620932" title="powder blue - Elbow" target="_blank"&gt;powder blue - Elbow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/ae/Daft_Punk_-_Discovery.jpg/200px-Daft_Punk_-_Discovery.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Daft Punk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Virgin, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to imagine, but the mysterious duo known as Daft Punk only released two proper albums in the entire decade. And yet, the legacy of &lt;em&gt;Discovery&lt;/em&gt; (Disco Very?) continues to permeate every corner of the pop landscape, from Kanye samples to the gloriously goofy Justice, although no one else manages to walk the tight wire between over-the-top ridiculousness and spot-on sincerity quite like our favorite French robots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742240202288305&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742240202288305&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742240202288305" title="Digital Love - Daft Punk" target="_blank"&gt;Digital Love - Daft Punk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0d/Editors_thebackroom.jpg/200px-Editors_thebackroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Editors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Back Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kitchenware/Fader, 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the lazy Interpol or Joy Division comparisons; track for track, no other album this decade contained as much raw, nervous, live-wire energy as &lt;em&gt;The Back Room&lt;/em&gt;. As with the Strokes’ debut, the shoestring production only amplifies the tension coursing through each jagged, post-punky second, and while Editors went on to conquer the world (or at least Europe), they never again sounded so immediate, or so damn &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684664066810716&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684664066810716&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684664066810716" title="Fingers In The Factories - Editors" target="_blank"&gt;Fingers In The Factories - Edi...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/51/BandofHorsesEverythingalltheTime.jpg/200px-BandofHorsesEverythingalltheTime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Band Of Horses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything All The Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sub Pop, 2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoH’s pitch-perfect debut begins with the sum of its influences—the high-pitched vocals of My Morning Jacket, the atmospherics of Red House Painters—and then, by the fourth listen, everything falls away except that &lt;em&gt;sound&lt;/em&gt;, a spacious, hovering force simultaneously earthy and transcendental. If the surging climax of “The Funeral” doesn’t make your hairs stand up on end, you might not be breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569462351076090&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569462351076090&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569462351076090" title="The Funeral (Album Version) - Band of Horses" target="_blank"&gt;The Funeral (Album Version) - ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0f/Tool-lateralus-album.jpg/200px-Tool-lateralus-album.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Tool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lateralus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Volcano, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tool is the modern version of Pink Floyd, then &lt;em&gt;Lateralus&lt;/em&gt; is their &lt;em&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/em&gt;, a disc so dense and deep it might take years to finally realize it’s also their career pinnacle. Over the course of seventy-nine minutes, the quartet never once waver from their single-minded—and mind-blowing—course, and anyone with the patience to explore (and possibly rearrange the entire album sequence) eventually uncovers nothing less than the most rewarding hard-rock record of the decade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTvwcLylZzs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTvwcLylZzs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/JoshRouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Josh Rouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nashville&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rykodisc, 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a parallel universe, perhaps, Rouse’s brand of beautifully-constructed AM pop sits atop the charts, lavished with the sort of critical acclaim (and, more importantly, promotional muscle) this criminally underrated singer/songwriter could never quite achieve during his tenure on Rykodisc. At a mere forty minutes, &lt;em&gt;Nashville&lt;/em&gt; is an unhip, unassuming marvel, every song catchy enough to lodge instantly in your head… and then casually break your heart.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569513892347559&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569513892347559&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569513892347559" title="Winter In The Hamptons - Josh Rouse" target="_blank"&gt;Winter In The Hamptons - Josh ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0b/OutKast_-_Stankonia.JPG/200px-OutKast_-_Stankonia.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Outkast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stankonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LaFace/Arista, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to Eric B &amp; Rakim, Dre and Snoop, and UGK, but who can argue against Outkast for the premier hip-hop duo of all time? Their fourth album was a loose-limbed, deeply Southern (and deeply &lt;em&gt;stanky&lt;/em&gt;) peak of a collaboration that appeared near limitless at the time, and while that prediction turned out to be tragically flawed, the possibilities introduced here—from the George Clinton grooves of “So Fresh, So Clean” to the crazy-quilt head-trip “B.O.B.”—&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; sound like the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684650716523826&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684650716523826&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684650716523826" title="So Fresh, So Clean - OutKast" target="_blank"&gt;So Fresh, So Clean - OutKast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/BleedAmerican.gif"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleed American&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dreamworks, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be fooled by the shimmering production and sticky-sweet choruses. &lt;em&gt;Bleed American&lt;/em&gt; (blame Dreamworks for the post-9/11 cop-out title &lt;em&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/em&gt;) is a record born of hardship, financed with fan dollars and recorded by a band freshly dropped from their last major label. And if the ensuing rags-to-riches story sounds too good to be true, the Jimmies make it flesh and blood; every hook on &lt;em&gt;American&lt;/em&gt; surges with hard-won independence, resulting in the kind of celebratory music that went on to foster an entire movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627047853916804&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627047853916804&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627047853916804" title="A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World" target="_blank"&gt;A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat Wo...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/ff/LCD_Soundsystem_-_Sound_of_Silver.jpg/200px-LCD_Soundsystem_-_Sound_of_Silver.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;LCD Soundsystem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sound Of Silver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EMI/DFA, 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance music is supposed to lose its shelf life quickly, but &lt;em&gt;Sound Of Silver &lt;/em&gt;does the opposite. Two years ago, this album sounded like a handful of brilliant singles surrounded by well-meaning filler; now, it feels like a blueprint for the entire future of smart electronica, with James Murphy tugging your heartstrings &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; vibrating your skull simultaneously. And the singles? Still brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742244705552319&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742244705552319&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742244705552319" title="Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem" target="_blank"&gt;Someone Great - LCD Soundsyste...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b6/THS_BAGIA.jpg/200px-THS_BAGIA.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;The Hold Steady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys And Girls In America&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vagrant, 2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the most literate, most poetic… and hell, &lt;em&gt;smartest&lt;/em&gt; bar band record since &lt;em&gt;The Wild, The Innocent, and The E Street Shuffle&lt;/em&gt;. Which makes total sense, because &lt;em&gt;Boys And Girls In America &lt;/em&gt;is when Steady mastermind Craig Finn began to truly channel the raw-and-wooly sound of early E Street Band into his own whip-smart brand of indie-flavored punk. Delve deep into the lyrics, or just lean back and let the music kick your ass; &lt;em&gt;Boys And Girls &lt;/em&gt;delivers in spades either way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627043557839174&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627043557839174&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627043557839174" title="Stuck Between Stations - The Hold Steady" target="_blank"&gt;Stuck Between Stations - The H...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-4041436698581319259?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4041436698581319259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=4041436698581319259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4041436698581319259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/4041436698581319259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-albums-of-decade-30-21.html' title='The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 30-21'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-6669520750929905684</id><published>2009-12-29T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:04:01.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 40-31</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/01/Fleet_foxes.jpg/200px-Fleet_foxes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sub Pop, 2008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder this was the unequivocal critical favorite of 2008. Split equally between early My Morning Jacket and mid-period CSN, Fleet Foxes’ debut emits a hushed, quiet beauty that slowly but steadily enraptures all who hear it. Few albums get better with each listen; fewer still sound timeless barely a year after their initial release.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569488120880736&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569488120880736&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569488120880736" title="Blue Ridge Mountains - Fleet Foxes" target="_blank"&gt;Blue Ridge Mountains - Fleet F...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redperspective.com/Images/2009/Doves.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Doves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Broadcast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Capitol, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio wizards turned reluctant rock stars, British trio Doves don’t so much shun the spotlight as redirect it—onto the gorgeous, epic, far-reaching productions that color the landscape of their surging second album. This is a true headphone disc, full of tracks dazzling in their intricacies yet teeming with life... and I still get shivers remembering a trip across the Smoky mountains with &lt;em&gt;Broadcast&lt;/em&gt; on the stereo as the sun came up.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742266193598261&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742266193598261&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742266193598261" title="Pounding - Doves" target="_blank"&gt;Pounding - Doves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a3/Kanyewest_collegedropout.jpg/200px-Kanyewest_collegedropout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Kanye West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The College Dropout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam, 2004]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget, there was a time when the jury was still out on whether Yeezy could succeed where so many other producer-turned-rappers (Timbaland, Jermaine Dupri, Swizz Beatz) had failed. Avoiding embarrassment would’ve been success in itself; instead, West unveiled one of the all-time-great hip-hop debuts, a record at once boastful yet self-conscious, audacious and agonized. Even that already massive ego worked to his advantage, whether rapping with his jaw wired shut on “Through The Wire” or one-upping Lauryn Hill herself on “All Falls Down,” and thank goodness all past (and future) stupidity on Kanye’s part can’t diminish &lt;em&gt;Dropout&lt;/em&gt;’s influence in the slightest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihpcN_vns0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihpcN_vns0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c2/IandLoveandYou.jpg/200px-IandLoveandYou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;The Avett Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I And Love And You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[American, 2009]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with bassist Bob Crawford, Seth and Scott Avett spent the entirety of the decade building up their audience the old-fashioned way: by touring a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt;, and by releasing better and better albums. The culmination of their efforts was a major-label debut which channeled the raucous energy of their live shows into near-symphonic pop music, anchored by some of the most gorgeous songwriting to ever emerge from Concord, NC—or anywhere else on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684637834626864&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684637834626864&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684637834626864" title="I And Love And You - The Avett Brothers" target="_blank"&gt;I And Love And You - The Avett...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/45/A_Rush_of_Blood_to_the_Head.jpg/200px-A_Rush_of_Blood_to_the_Head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Rush Of Blood To The Head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Capitol, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the opening, pounding chords of “Politik,” it was instantly clear Coldplay were on a mission to blow up their sound to widescreen, stadium-sized levels. They succeeded beyond expectations, of course, but more importantly, they did it without sacrificing the hushed dynamics that made their debut so exquisite: the gentle tug of “In My Place,” the nostalgic ache of “Warning Sign,” and (especially) the slow-burn surge of “The Scientist.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742235907298229&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742235907298229&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742235907298229" title="In My Place - Coldplay" target="_blank"&gt;In My Place - Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bf/Askingforflowers.jpg/200px-Askingforflowers.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Kathleen Edwards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asking For Flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Zoë, 2008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country chanteuse Edwards is a gifted and unassuming talent whose chief crime is lack of visibility, meaning her third album was released to little fanfare in 2008 and went unnoticed by most mainstream media. The fortunate few who were paying attention, however, stumbled upon one of the best pure singer/songwriter releases of the decade, a work both political (“Oil Man’s War”) and playful (“The Cheapest Key”)—but above all else, heartbreakingly and gut-wrenchingly &lt;em&gt;open&lt;/em&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1657606155412319120&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1657606155412319120&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1657606155412319120" title="Alicia Ross - Kathleen Edwards" target="_blank"&gt;Alicia Ross - Kathleen Edwards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/06/Illinois-stevens.jpg/200px-Illinois-stevens.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Sufjan Stevens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illinois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Asthmatic Kitty, 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by an army of instruments, buoyed by choirs of voices, and performing an album-length concept filled with song titles like “Riffs and Variations on a Single Note for Jelly Roll, Earl Hines, Louis Armstrong, Baby Dodds, and the King of Swing, to Name a Few,” Sufjan Stevens boasts enough pretension to make Arcade Fire sound like a bar band on Thirsty Thursday. And while it took me a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time to come around to the over-the-top pleasures of &lt;em&gt;Illinois&lt;/em&gt;, here’s the honest truth: This is a work that &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; every ounce of affectation, every odd aside, and every stray French horn… if only to make its many peaks (“Chicago,” “Come On! Feel The Illinoise!,” “John Wayne Gacy Jr.”) stand out in even sharper relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=5620773848599977138&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=5620773848599977138&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/5620773848599977138" title="Chicago - Sufjan Stevens" target="_blank"&gt;Chicago - Sufjan Stevens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/35/Beckseachange.jpg/200px-Beckseachange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Beck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sea Change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Geffen, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck Hansen was always an easier artist to admire than love—and then came &lt;em&gt;Sea Change&lt;/em&gt;, the one record in his library that wasn’t an elaborate joke or skillful homage. For the first and only time, there’s no ironic distance between performer and audience; instead, Beck pours out his wounded heart with nothing more dramatic than a reserved sigh or wounded aside, and yet the results—simple, unvarnished—speak volumes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627060739179660&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627060739179660&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627060739179660" title="Lost Cause - Beck" target="_blank"&gt;Lost Cause - Beck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/19/Queens_of_the_Stone_Age_Songs_for_the_Deaf.jpg/200px-Queens_of_the_Stone_Age_Songs_for_the_Deaf.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Queens Of The Stone Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Songs For The Deaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interscope, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOTSA’s massive, piledriving, stampeding peak, with every facet—thick swampy riffs, buzzsaw guitars, the mix of Josh Homme’s understated vocals and Nick Oliveri’s energetic bark, and of course Dave Grohl’s monstrous drumming—converging to create one of the best hard-rock discs to appear since the glory days of grunge. The fake radio chatter between songs suggested a parallel universe where this kind of smart, uncompromised rock flourished; for nearly an hour, &lt;em&gt;Songs For The Deaf &lt;/em&gt;makes that vision a reality.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627077918663416&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627077918663416&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627077918663416" title="Go With The Flow - Queens of the Stone Age" target="_blank"&gt;Go With The Flow - Queens of t...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/3c/BenFoldsRockingtheSuburbs.jpg/200px-BenFoldsRockingtheSuburbs.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rockin' The Suburbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Epic, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly divorced from the trio that bore his name, Ben Folds regrouped by releasing the album of his life, a mature-and-moving work that didn’t abandon the frat-boy frivolity of the Ben Folds Five as much as refine it into something more befitting a husband, father, and family man. &lt;em&gt;Rockin’ The Suburbs&lt;/em&gt; is packed with character sketches both broad (“Annie Waits”) and quietly intimate (“Fred Jones Part 2”), and for every half-joking crowd-pleaser (“Fired”), there’s a break-your-heart moment like “The Luckiest” to remind you how magnificent Folds could be when firing on all cylinders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684654952333030&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684654952333030&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684654952333030" title="Fred Jones Part 2 - Ben Folds" target="_blank"&gt;Fred Jones Part 2 - Ben Folds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-6669520750929905684?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6669520750929905684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=6669520750929905684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6669520750929905684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/6669520750929905684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-albums-of-decade-40-31.html' title='The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 40-31'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-5702471427026946509</id><published>2009-12-28T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:01:59.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 50-41</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/43/Dear_science_album_cover.jpg/200px-Dear_science_album_cover.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;TV On The Radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Science&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interscope, 2008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the pleasures of following indie music in the 2000s was watching TOTR start strong… and then keep getting better. &lt;em&gt;Dear Science &lt;/em&gt;is the peak of three exceptional albums simply because it offers more of everything; this is the Brooklyn collective at their most refined &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; most innocent, their giddiest &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; their heaviest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627043558965711&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627043558965711&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627043558965711" title="Halfway Home - TV On The Radio" target="_blank"&gt;Halfway Home - TV On The Radio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/92/%C3%81g%C3%A6tisByrjunCover.JPG/200px-%C3%81g%C3%A6tisByrjunCover.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;Sigur Rós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ágætis Byrjun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Smekkleysa/Fat Cat, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ágætis Byrjun &lt;/em&gt;is a record at once exceptionally beautiful and positively &lt;em&gt;alien&lt;/em&gt;, with bowed guitars crying out like mating whales, lyrics from a made-up language (Hopelandic) sung in a near inhuman register, and glacial soundscapes stretching for upwards of ten minutes. In 2001, Sigur Rós’ masterpiece sounded like nothing else on Earth; in 2009, it still doesn’t.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=4035506749898521333&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=4035506749898521333&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/4035506749898521333" title="Svefn - g - Englar - Sigur Rós" target="_blank"&gt;Svefn - g - Englar - Sigur Rós&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7c/TheFlamingLips-YoshimiBattlesThePinkRobots.jpg/200px-TheFlamingLips-YoshimiBattlesThePinkRobots.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;The Flaming Lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Warner Bros., 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of the breakthrough that was &lt;em&gt;The Soft Bulletin&lt;/em&gt;, the Lips wisely chose not to fix what wasn’t broken, and thus &lt;em&gt;Yoshimi&lt;/em&gt; plays out like a (slightly) weirder kissing cousin to that earlier work; its best moments are Day-Glo radiant and shot through with charming naivety, the most vivid childhood fantasies brought to stereophonic life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569449465986568&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569449465986568&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569449465986568" title="Fight Test - The Flaming Lips" target="_blank"&gt;Fight Test - The Flaming Lips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0f/Kill_the_Moonlight.jpg/200px-Kill_the_Moonlight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Spoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill The Moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Merge, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one simple, sticky organ riff that keeps threatening to explode but never quite does, “Small Stakes” sets the mood for the entire &lt;em&gt;Kill The Moonlight&lt;/em&gt; record—and, arguably, every Spoon album to follow. This is the band at their minimalist best, crafting unexpected-yet-perfect arrangements on the simplest of foundations... and making the entire thing seem maddeningly, brilliantly tossed-off every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=1801721330414875568&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=1801721330414875568&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/1801721330414875568" title="Small Stakes - Spoon" target="_blank"&gt;Small Stakes - Spoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/97/Since_i_left_you.jpg/200px-Since_i_left_you.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;The Avalanches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I Left You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sire/Modular, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logical progression from &lt;em&gt;Paul’s Boutique &lt;/em&gt;and DJ Shadow’s &lt;em&gt;Entroducing…&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Since I Left You &lt;/em&gt;crafts a swirling, hypnotic universe out of more than 3500 (!!) different samples; the end result is akin to stepping into a pop Phantasmagoria of sound, where each listen unveils new wrinkles and even the most recognizable elements are magically, wonderfully altered.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627043573595406&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627043573595406&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627043573595406" title="Since I Left You - The Avalanches" target="_blank"&gt;Since I Left You - The Avalanc...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7b/Brand_New_Deja_Entendu.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Brand New&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deja Entendu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Triple Crown, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the biggest stylistic leap since Radiohead released &lt;em&gt;The Bends&lt;/em&gt;, Long Islanders Brand New followed up their generic pop-punk debut with this, a magnificently multi-layered meditation on betrayal, regret, and all points in between. With its razor-wire lyricism and surging choruses, &lt;em&gt;Deja Entendu&lt;/em&gt;—ironically, French for “already heard”—not only pushed Warped tour conventions to the breaking point, but also signaled the way forward, helping to make Brand New &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; most important punk band of the decade.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684650772722055&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684650772722055&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684650772722055" title="Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't - Brand New" target="_blank"&gt;Okay I Believe You, But My Tom...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/12/Nada-surf-the-weight-is-a-gift.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;Nada Surf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weight Is A Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Barsuk, 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could write a book on Nada Surf’s remarkable transformation from Nineties one-hit wonders (“Popular”) to an indie-pop act of the highest order—or you could just check out &lt;em&gt;Let Go &lt;/em&gt;and its even-more-impressive follow-up, a gorgeously unassuming record that straddles the line between bruised melancholy and heart-on-sleeve exhilaration. Heartbreak never sounded so catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569462350901296&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569462350901296&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569462350901296" title="Always Love - Nada Surf" target="_blank"&gt;Always Love - Nada Surf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/91/Hearts_of_oak.jpg/200px-Hearts_of_oak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Ted Leo &amp; The Pharmacists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts Of Oak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lookout!, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Leo is a man out of time, a gifted songwriter with impeccable punk cred whose records continue to slip under the radar year after year. In a perfect universe, he would have the stature of Joe Strummer, and &lt;em&gt;Hearts Of Oak&lt;/em&gt;—a career pinnacle both political and playful—would’ve connected with the same force as &lt;em&gt;London Calling&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=937030223291395850&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=937030223291395850&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/937030223291395850" title="The Ballad Of The Sin Eater - Ted Leo &amp; The Pharmacists" target="_blank"&gt;The Ballad Of The Sin Eater - ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/cc/Voodoo_UK.jpg/200px-Voodoo_UK.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;D'Angelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voodoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Virgin, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-too-brief neo-soul movement had two peaks: Maxwell’s &lt;em&gt;Urban Hang Suite&lt;/em&gt;, and D’Angelo’s second effort, a late-night cycle practically oozing with sweat, all raw edges and grooves thick as molasses. D’Angelo spent the next nine years pulling the J.D. Salinger act; thanks to this record, he’ll still have a passionate fanbase when (and hopefully not &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt;) he decides to return.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742236129283075&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742236129283075&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742236129283075" title="Devil's Pie (Explicit) - D'Angelo" target="_blank"&gt;Devil's Pie (Explicit) - D'Ang...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/61/Bat_for_lashes_two_suns.jpg/200px-Bat_for_lashes_two_suns.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Bat For Lashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two Suns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Astralwerks/Caroline, 2009]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melding Kate Bush’s chilly drama with Sinead O’Connor’s otherwordly urgency, &lt;em&gt;Two Suns&lt;/em&gt; emerged at the tail end of the decade and instantly announced Natasha Khan—a.k.a. Bat For Lashes—as the most exciting female voice in years. A singularly intoxicating vision, her sophomore release teems with the potency of a fever dream, lingering and haunted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742237808784883&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742237808784883&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742237808784883" title="Sleep Alone - Bat For Lashes" target="_blank"&gt;Sleep Alone - Bat For Lashes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-5702471427026946509?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5702471427026946509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=5702471427026946509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/5702471427026946509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/5702471427026946509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-albums-of-decade-50-41.html' title='The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 50-41'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-7636210488480804984</id><published>2009-12-27T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:08:43.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 60-51</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/26/Dbt_thedirtysouth.jpg/200px-Dbt_thedirtysouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60. &lt;strong&gt;Drive-By Truckers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dirty South&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[New West, 2004]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standout of a remarkably consistent—and prolific—career, &lt;em&gt;South&lt;/em&gt; found the Truckers at the height of their three-headed powers, with Patterson Hood, Jason Isbell, and Mike Cooley all bringing top-notch material to the table. Nearly every Truckers disc has the potential to knock you sideways; this one is liable to do so on every single track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684650831342758&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684650831342758&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684650831342758" title="Puttin' People On The Moon - Drive-By Truckers" target="_blank"&gt;Puttin' People On The Moon - D...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a2/MagicBruceSpringsteen.jpg/200px-MagicBruceSpringsteen.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Columbia, 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite near-universal praise, &lt;em&gt;The Rising &lt;/em&gt;never really gelled together like a true E Street Band album. Not so with its follow-up, a terrific rock powerhouse that catered to the true diehards… and now sounds more and more like the best Bruce album since &lt;em&gt;Born In The U.S.A. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684637834737481&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684637834737481&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684637834737481" title="Radio Nowhere - Bruce Springsteen" target="_blank"&gt;Radio Nowhere - Bruce Springst...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/82/PARARIOT22.JPG/200px-PARARIOT22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fueled By Ramen, 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure pop pleasure dressed in punk threads, &lt;em&gt;Riot!&lt;/em&gt; exploded out of the gates like few records of recent memory, with Hayley Williams’ firecracker of a voice lighting up every song like a Gen Y version of Pat Benatar. Forget guilty pleasure; when the hooks are as invigorating as the ones driving “That’s What You Get” and “Hallelujah,” only a fool would feel any guilt whatsoever.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569453795614808&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569453795614808&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569453795614808" title="That's What You Get - Paramore" target="_blank"&gt;That's What You Get - Paramore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a3/Stories_From_The_City%2C_Stories_From_The_Sea.jpg/200px-Stories_From_The_City%2C_Stories_From_The_Sea.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Island, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a woman with an entire career based on making people uneasy, &lt;em&gt;Stories&lt;/em&gt; might’ve been Polly Jean’s most radical move yet: a straightforward collection of twelve songs, exceptionally crafted and beautifully conveyed. The nine years since have only found Harvey resolutely fleeing from that same level of emotional directness, as if some part of her recognizes the impossibility of capturing lighting twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627073628585506&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627073628585506&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627073628585506" title="You Said Something - PJ Harvey" target="_blank"&gt;You Said Something - PJ Harvey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e0/TheSophtwareSlumpCover.jpg/200px-TheSophtwareSlumpCover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;Grandaddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sophtware Slump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[V2, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a brief moment, Grandaddy were poised to be the backwoods answer to Radiohead, and even though Jason Lytle’s brainchild fell apart midway through the decade, &lt;em&gt;The Sophtware Slump&lt;/em&gt; still resonates; ironically or not, the album’s odes to lonely computers and failed technology are some of the most heartfelt music of the decade, with warmth emitting from every warbling sequence and faulty connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627057899614172&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627057899614172&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627057899614172" title="The Crystal Lake - Grandaddy" target="_blank"&gt;The Crystal Lake - Grandaddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e0/AmericanIV.jpg/200px-AmericanIV.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;American IV: The Man Comes Around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[American/Universal, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last album released by the Man In Black before his passing, &lt;em&gt;American IV&lt;/em&gt; was bound to carry additional emotional weight. Still, few could’ve predicted the levels of gravitas and humanity present throughout, whether on the inspired cover choices (Sting’s “I Hung My Head,” Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus,” and of course “Hurt”) or Cash’s own title track, his strongest self-penned composition in years. One could hardly ask for a more fitting—or worthy—epitaph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627043555246704&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627043555246704&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627043555246704" title="The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash" target="_blank"&gt;The Man Comes Around - Johnny ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/16/Deftones_-_White_Pony-greycoverart.jpg/200px-Deftones_-_White_Pony-greycoverart.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Deftones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White Pony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maverick, 2000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazily lumped into the bankrupt genre of nü metal, Deftones shared much more in common with brooding art-rockers like Bauhaus, My Bloody Valentine, and Tool; you can hear all those influences—and countless others—in their impeccable third album, a brooding gem that still exerts a creepy, hypnotic pull… and has since gone on to spawn its own legion of imitators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=360569458055919050&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=360569458055919050&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/360569458055919050" title="Digital Bath - Deftones" target="_blank"&gt;Digital Bath - Deftones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/17/Mmjitstillmoves.jpg/200px-Mmjitstillmoves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;My Morning Jacket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Still Moves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ATO, 2003]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pinnacle of MMJ’s early years, &lt;em&gt;It Still Moves&lt;/em&gt; found Jim James and company just on the cusp of Bonnaroo nation stardom, delivering now-classic guitar workouts—“One Big Holiday,” “Run Thru”—with the fire and conviction of the Allmans in their prime. In hindsight, the stylistic changes to come were inevitable; how else could one better this particular formula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=504684667898459232&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=504684667898459232&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/504684667898459232" title="Run Thru - My Morning Jacket" target="_blank"&gt;Run Thru - My Morning Jacket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/78/WhiskeytownPneumonia.jpg/200px-WhiskeytownPneumonia.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Whiskeytown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lost Highway, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, the best thing to come from Ryan Adams’ &lt;em&gt;Gold&lt;/em&gt;-era flirtation with the mainstream was a proper release for Whiskeytown’s heavily bootlegged swan song. Now more than ever, it feels like nothing else in Adams’ (very) extensive back catalog, a chamber-pop classic as oddball, inspired, and gut-wrenchingly beautiful as &lt;em&gt;Surf’s Up&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Summerteeth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=432627060731545544&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=432627060731545544&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/432627060731545544" title="Don't Be Sad - Whiskeytown" target="_blank"&gt;Don't Be Sad - Whiskeytown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/68/Interpol_-_Turn_On_The_Bright_Lights.jpg/200px-Interpol_-_Turn_On_The_Bright_Lights.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;Interpol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn On The Bright Lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Matador, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more audacious debut albums in a decade thick with ‘em, &lt;em&gt;Bright Lights &lt;/em&gt;was Joy Division’s &lt;em&gt;Closer&lt;/em&gt; filtered through NYC downtown life, Mission Of Burma with extra ice. Interpol exploded on the scene so perfectly formed, it’s little wonder they inspired a rash of copycats—or that the band itself was never able to top this singularly great first effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=2954642839205713228&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=2954642839205713228&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/2954642839205713228" title="Obstacle 1 - Interpol" target="_blank"&gt;Obstacle 1 - Interpol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891500541546721669-7636210488480804984?l=richpicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7636210488480804984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4891500541546721669&amp;postID=7636210488480804984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7636210488480804984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891500541546721669/posts/default/7636210488480804984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richpicks.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-albums-of-decade-60-51.html' title='The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 60-51'/><author><name>Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18166287168965383300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891500541546721669.post-7392480675162119115</id><published>2009-12-26T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:26:48.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Albums Of The Decade: 70-61</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4f/Saturdays_%3D_Youth_M83.jpg/200px-Saturdays_%3D_Youth_M83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;M83&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturdays = Youth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mute, 2008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the driving force behind M83, Anthony Gonzalez’s mastery of soundscapes is nothing short of astounding; his fifth effort, however, was the first to deliver an album’s worth of songs as well. Flecked with bits of Talk Talk and Cocteau Twins, &lt;em&gt;Saturdays=Youth&lt;/em&gt; exists in a parallel universe where the Eighties era never died and every teenage summer lasts forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" id="lalaSongEmbed" width="220" height="70"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="songLalaId=576742257591618485&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"/&gt;&lt;embed id="lalaSongEmbed" name="lalaSongEmbed" src="http://www.lala.com/external/flash/SingleSongWidget.swf" width="220" height="70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="songLalaId=576742257591618485&amp;host=www.lala.com&amp;partnerId=membersong.28866%4082679"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 9px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/song/576742257591618485" title="We Own The Sky - M83" target="_blank"&gt;We Own The Sky - M83&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c9/Jay-z-the-blueprint.jpg/200px-Jay-z-the-blueprint.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blueprint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam, 2001]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;em&gt;Reasonable Doubt&lt;/em&gt; is the original classic and &lt;em&gt;Black Album &lt;/em&gt;the exclamation point, then &lt;em&gt;The Blueprint&lt;/em&gt; is Shawn Carter’s mid-career 
