Best of 2014, No.1: Myriam Gendron – Not So Deep As A Well



On the last day of the year, it’s my favourite record of the year.  When I first heard this in April by accident, I was pretty sure that this was going to end up on the top of the 2014 pile.  After a small amount of doubt in the middle of Summer, I can’t believe that I thought that it could have been anything else at any point.  All good and great albums are supposed to be something different as well as something that, for want of a better term, just “fits” whether that tessellation comes in the form of the meeting of moods, becoming a subconscious part of a specific event, or merely by dint of becoming the zeitgeist of a whole litany of events.  This is it.  The only record I heard this (almost last) year that does all of that.


Best of 2014, No.2: A Winged Victory For The Sullen – Atomos I-XII


This record and the one that follows were pretty interchangeable during the month or so that it took to put this whole Top Fifty together.  I’m pretty sure I have them the right way round though, as I hope to explain tomorrow (yes!  I will might actually get this review of 2014 completed in 2014!).  As it’s a personal statement, it’s only fitting that the ones that made the most personal impact became such favourites of mine, and for such disparate reasons.  With this one, the impact is something created rather than reflected, and that’s a gift well worth celebrating.


Best of 2014, No.3: Mark Lanegan Band – Phantom Radio

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Genre pigeonholing, don’t you just love it?  Ever since Faith No More were dubbed “Funk Metal” back in the 1980s, mankind’s desire to label things that sound a bit different to everything else has seen labels get sillier and sillier.  Then again, it all started with Rock and Roll, which makes little sense anyway.  I did try to find something all-encompassing to encapsulate whatever goes on during the course of this record, but nothing fits.  Even the current trend for “Post-” anything doesn’t seem to work, as even looking up something as outwardly clever as “Post-Blues” brought up Booker T and the MG’s, Jethro Tull and Chris Cornell, so it’s anyone’s guess really.  Ultimately though, it doesn’t really matter except to people who don’t read past an arbitrary number of stars and the first sentence of anything.  What does matter is how something moves you, and Phantom Radio moves like nothing else.  A Post-Lanegan record, perhaps?


Best of 2014, No.4: Inventions – Inventions


Sometimes, something just grabs you and doesn’t let go.  Inventions, a coming-together of Explosions In The Sky’s Matt T. Smith and Eluvium’s Matthew Cooper is most definitely one of those somethings.  The first play of this album overwhelmed and reprogrammed the senses, and a later, memorable playthrough on a train journey down to London cemented its status as a record to be cherished.  It’s a record that suggests constant movement, described before a single note is played thanks to the arresting cover art, taken from NASA’s Fermi Gamma-ray Space Telescope tracking a pulsar’s journey over the course of 51 months.  As a visual accompaniment to the music, one could do a lot worse and very little better at describing wonder in a single image.


Best of 2014, No. 5: Desertshore – Migrations of Glass


It’s all going in fits and starts here, and with three days left until the end of the year it’s all getting a bit fraught here.  It will be finished though, even if it’s nudging midnight at the last timezone on the planet.  It’s an enjoyable pursuit, not only because of the excuse to revisit and re-evaluate all the best musical bits of 2014, but just to have a bit of a laugh and kill a bit more time while doing so.  These things do have a habit of being a bit po-faced and serious, and whenever it feels like enjoying something starts to approach seriousness, it’s time to step away, put the kettle on and think about playing outside for a bit.

As an aside, doing this sort of thing isn’t the same as it was when I started.  Every platform I use to try to let people know what I’m doing here has been taken over by people uninterested in sharing experiences and engaging in a like-minded word-of-mouth spirit of community, and instead concentrate on letting me know that unless I spend (a lot of) money, it’s all guaranteed to be a bit pointless as I cannot reach my “customers”, and presumably this will also mean that people wanting to have a gander at/interact with this site (or a whole host of other, better ones) are going to find it a bit more of a struggle to do so.  I don’t want any, and have no need of, customers.  Next year, I’ll start afresh, or at last the same as I did 5 years ago when the intention was to quietly not be read while I put things in order.


Best of 2014, No.6: Black Whales – Through The Prism, Gently

Vinyl. Vinyl vinyl vinyl. It’s all you ever hear about nowadays. And there’s nothing wrong with that, as it’s a lovely format, although postmen the world over would perhaps beg to disagree, although it’s a format a lot more fetishised and snobby than it was back when it was a bit more of a necessity. It’s a happy accident this year that almost all of my top ten records this year are all here in variously-hued plastic (including this one, which finally arrived in physical form not 24 hours ago after being caught up in the now-standard pressing delay), and it has to be said that it’s a format I like in a lightsaber-ish “for a more civilised age” thing.  It’s a bloody expensive hobby though, so where uncertainty strikes I’m more likely to go for the cheaper option.  Not here though, as I knew I was going to be onto a winner so the extra expense was well worth it.


Best of 2014, No.7: Mark Lanegan – Has God Seen My Shadow? An Anthology 1989-2011


I’m fairly certain that I’m breaking some sort of rule here.  I’m also fairly certain that I don’t really give much of a stuff for what passes for rules governing internet lists. I could justify it with a whole host of technicalities, but frankly I can’t be bothered – it’s Christmas Eve, I’m at work supposedly listening to a conference meeting but am actually typing this and I keep thinking of stuff to get from the shops in the way home. So instead I’m just going to enjoy the bloody thing.


Best of 2014, No.8: Little Big League – Tropical Jinx


Being as terribly English as I am, I am aware of the term “sophomore”, yet I have no real idea what it actually means, and even in these internet-enabled times I have little inclination to find out.  Instead, I shall be referring this in typically repressed fashion as Little Big League’s “second” album, or maybe “next”.  Semantics aside, I love this record.  I loved their first one, and this one blows it clean out of the water.  It’s harder going sometimes musically and emotionally (especially in the wider context of the record’s cover, the obvious happiness of which I hope evokes the best memories), but the rewards are so much better.


Best of 2014, No.9: The Soundcarriers – Entropicalia


This is the first record in this list, and most certainly not the last, where I decided on more than one occasion from first listening onwards that this was my Number One favourite record of the year.  That it turned out not to be so is no indication of my cooling towards it (I certainly haven’t) or that those above it display a far greater whatever than this (not all of them do).  I guess that Entropicalia is something of a state of mind record to take on board, and in doing this alone makes its inclusion among Ghost Box’s roster completely sensical and essential.


Best of 2014, No.10: The Night Terrors – Spiral Vortex


Eep, I need to get a shift on.  Two days ago, I thought that it’d be a good idea to ditch most of the individual Top Ten posts and combine them in another long, rambling post that never ends for neither the reader nor the writer.  Today however finds me in brighter spirits however so that’s been binned and I’m back to Plan A, although I’ve no idea how I’m going to squeeze it all in.

Anyway, all that follows (and pretty much all that preceded as well, come to think of it) are my picks of the bunch; or at least were when I put this together a month or so ago.  Every time I put a record on to write about it, it automatically becomes something that should have been placed a lot higher, and then I put another one on and it all happens again.  Ah well, the sign of a good year I guess.