Drumroll, please. Yesterday I took you through the latter half of my Top 25 Albums of 2011 and today we countdown the Top 10. Hopefully you’ve found something to give another listen to as we ride out the final days of the year. If you’re desperate for more lists, check out my Top 5 New Artists of 2011 featured on Nialler9.
10. RUSTIE – GLASS SWORDS
Soundtrack for the most successful videogame/film franchise of the year 2030.
9. SBTRKT – S/T
Played loud enough, he may be able to save the youth of America from Skrillex. He is our last hope.
8. GIRLS – FATHER, SON, HOLY GHOST
There’s a certain air of tragedy that surrounds Christopher Owens, the uncomfortable feeling that he will be gone before any of us are ever able to fully understand him. He is too fragile, too beautiful for this world.
7. MACHINEDRUM – ROOM(S)
That expensive bottle of champagne you were saving for the right occasion, shook too hard and exploded onto the walls, floor and all over your party dress.
6. DESTROYER – KAPUTT
Not only did all the genres we loved to hate become cool this year, but their reinterpretations sounded really, really good. And no one did smooth jazz better than Destroyer.
5. JAMES BLAKE – S/T
The most conversational, and ultimately controversial release of the year. We buried the music under talk of the person, but the fact remains, Blake has talent.
4. REAL ESTATE – DAYS
The road went on forever and the sun never set. The air was always crisp but never cold, and the view, remarkable. A daydream of the perfect afternoon realized.
3. THE WEEKND – HOUSE OF BALLOONS
Brought to you by My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.
2. BALAM ACAB – WANDER/WONDER
Instrumental storytelling at its most tender. An modern orchestra conceived, conducted and performed by one.
1. PURO INSTINCT – HEADBANGERS IN ECSTASY
Every year there’s one album that you listen to a few times, then forget about until one day months later you revisit and are instantly hooked. Crackling radio transmissions break through drowsy melodies on Puro Instinct’s Headbangers in Ecstasy. A dream state floats on disaffected teenage drawl, and I find myself lying on the floor, sighing loudly as The Virgin Suicides plays on the TV.
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