as is customary in the blogosphere, the compilation of year-end lists never ends… even weeks into the new year either due to laziness, partying, and/or family gathering depression.
i thought i would drag out the top 10 (er… 8) onslaught by digging into ye olde brutal archive and recap the first-ever calendar year of brutal hipster blogging with some highlights and higherlights. some posts were breaking, some instigated mad controversy, others were totally overlooked… but all spread the good word.
u skimmed my fave songs of 2010 list… now here is the brutal hipster fave albums list of 2010 list for you to totally ignore.
though were are many excellent releases this year, these are probably the ones i spent the most time listening to. also, putting these picks in order of significance is pretty much the hardest thing a person can do. like sofies choice hard. but i cheated by looking at other blogs that already put out their year-end lists.
but it seems collins’ sentiment is resonated by hardcore music junkies and music noobs all across the internet. the amount of buzzworthy praise has been blowing up facebook status updates and youtube comments in birthday-wall-post-bomb loads. from old people who dismiss new music as hipster trash to those who are spoon-fed music via traditional over-the-air radio, television “soundtracks”, pandora, and other passive channels of music “discovery”, the people have spoken. they like a familiar, tired, aging voice atop a modern, relevant backdrop of “meandering” blips. (see #oldnew.)
this outpouring of fat bob love has seemingly adjusted (de)merit previously placed upon crystal castles (and their music-making hipster bretheren) in a more positive light via “this is kinda cool” type tweets. who knew a karaoke number would tip the scales of fear-based music distancing.
listen to the original hipster version:
now listen to the f’ing brilliant fat bob karaoke version:
thinking billy corgan should get on the hipster karaoke train…
the cure‘s robert smith was caught singing karaoke to crystal castles‘ “not in love” and a recording has surfaced. fat bob sings it “his” way and fails to capture alice glass’ cyborg angst. of course i am quite sure cure lovers across the universe will sing praises about their beloved old man.
this collision course has paved the way for bands to come up with names that are entirely unpronounceable, sometimes containing characters that may not even exist on your regular qwerty computer keyboard like SUNN O))), oOoOO, !!!, ///▲▲▲\, SLEEP ∞ OVER, †‡†, ℑ⊇≥◊≤⊆ℜ, etc…
are we running out of band names? are bands fucked? our music fans fucked? is the music industry fucked (up)?