Everybody is putting out lists of bests for 2007 (here’s one, here, here’s another, and here’s still another), and it looks like we’ll have more bests this year amongst our merry band of local bloggers than previously. This pleases me to no end, and not just because seeing other people making lists contributes to the justification of my own nascent obsession with lists.
Of all of them so far, I’m most intrigued by Tony’s list. Aside from his admonishment that we’ve all the collective taste of an empty Dixie cup (or something like that), what makes his list worth reading is that I’ve heard (of) so few of the albums listed (the ubiquitous Arcade Fire release excepted). My first reaction was something like, “Well, damn … who are these bands? Are you just trying to be Captain Obscurity?”
My second reaction, however, was better. After all, the man’s taste in beer has never steered me wrong, so why shouldn’t I give his taste in music the same courtesy?
Thusly, I’ve decided to spend some time this week with as many of Mr Simon’s selections as possible, just to see what I’ve been missing. First up …
Battles, Mirrored. I wasn’t completely ignorant of Battles, though I didn’t know it. Their sound was a mystery, but I’d seen the album art during some visit to Pitchfork and liked it. It turns out that Pitchfork liked it, too. (The album, that is, not just the art.)
Mirrored shares a lot in common with another from my best of list, an album that sits in the top five. I’ll elaborate more when that one is revealed, but suffice it to say that the music that Battles is creating is way beyond what passes for rock or pop in 2007. On one track, Mirrored sounds like Yes circa Going For The One or Tormato, but on the next, the studio is invaded by Santa’s elves towing Gary Glitter in chains behind them.
It’s like someone sent Mirrored back in time from twenty years from now, an inevitable age where participatory rock and roll is no longer an entertaining novelty limited to Guitar Hero or Rock Band, but something simply expected of every artist by every listener. A future where every new CD can be mashed and reconstructed according to the listener’s whim. For instance, track four (”Tonto”) has little bits in it that sound like they were lifted directly from Miles Davis’s Bitches Brew, and though nobody will ever classify this album under jazz fusion, these dashes of Miles just work.
Not all of Mirrored works as well for me. The “dry heave” human percussion (it sounds just like that) of “Tij” is too distracting to be ignored in an otherwise good track. And maybe “Rainbow” — clocking in at 8 minutes and change — is just a bit too long, though that kind of track length does put them back into the early 70s Miles Davis camp.
All in all, Mirrored is good. Would I’ve put it on my list had I heard it earlier? Maybe. Is it too everybody’s taste? Probably not, but the kung-fu soundtrack funk of “Leyendecker” is worth the time to find, if nothing else.