And so we finally reach the top. The peak, the pinnacle, the pointy bit. The career highlight. The accolade that all musicians want. Damn it, this is the reason most people pick up a guitar, or plug in a keyboard or yelp into a microphone to tell us about how their love life is , or manipulate a machine to make an incredible noise, in the first place, because if they don’t they will never ever be awarded the No Badger Required Track of Album of the Year accolade.
Which, clearly, is what makes life so fulfilling.
Oh, by the way, both the track of the year and the album of the year were released by the SAME label. That label is Matador Records and right now its probably the most important record label we have. I’m pretty sure this is the first time that different acts from the same label have topped each side of the poll. Might be wrong.
So without further ado, lets give it up for the track of the year, which, if you were paying attention, I sort of gave away last Wednesday.
No Badger Required Tracks of the Year – #1 – Nurse – Bar Italia (2023, Matador Records, Taken from ‘Tracey Denim’)
I think I must have played ‘Nurse’ about six times in a row when I first heard it. It was on a download of a Steve Lamacq radio show and each time as it reached the end I’d stop it and rewind it (digitally, of course, I don’t have it on cassette) and play it all over again, to make sure I’d heard it right.
‘Nurse’ starts out innocently enough – a simple guitar riff, a whispery XX style female vocal and a scratchy snare. It teases you to carry on listening. Around 45 seconds in, the songs bursts (sort of) into life, the drum is pounded – just the once mind, twice would be excessive – a different vocalist kicks in, a chap this time – the guitars get a bit fuzzy, suddenly we’re in an early Ride single and it all sounds wonderful and the song is taking you somewhere else, or so you think.
Because thirty seconds later, the girl is back, the familiar riff that opened the song is back as well and we are back where we started until the over stuff starts up again, slightly differently, because this a third vocalist can be hard singing through a distorted mic. Its wonderful, all of it, the interplay between the three vocalists, the scratchy drums, the refrained beats, the whispered bits, the reflective lyrics, the way it swaggers knowingly, basking in its own coolness, the way it quickens and slows without really any warning, the way the guitars jangle, the distortion that shuts it all down – all of it. Just magic.
F.O.B – Bar Italia (2023, Matador Records, Taken from ‘Tracey Denim’)
Of course, I gave away the Album of the Year winners a bit earlier, somewhere around the 7th December if I remember rightly because I described this record as phenomenal and that’s not a word I band around willy nilly.
No Badger Required Albums of the Year – #1 – Everyones Crushed – Water From Your Eyes (2023, Matador Records)
‘Everyone’s Crushed’ is something like Water From Your Eyes third album), the first two crossed so many genres (synth pop, post punk, noise pop, shoegaze….), and concepts (hip hop cover versions, ballads….) that people had trouble describing their music. It appears that it was all part of the masterplan. That masterplan being ‘Everyone’s Crushed’ where all those ideas and concepts are welded together, into a wonderfully chaotic and brilliant album.
Barley – Water From Your Eyes (2023, Matador Records)
‘Everyone’s Crushed’ is such a good record, full of squealing, distorted guitars which stops to allow some digital squelching to kick in and then starts again, regardless as to whether the squelching has stopped or not. Its full of guitars that sound like they have been deliberately detuned – in a way that sounds amazing (and as such sound like Sonic Youth in a way that not even Sonic Youth managed in the later parts of their careers). But then when you scrap away all of that there are still simple pop songs waiting for you, like ‘Out There’ which has synths on it that sound like they’ve been nicked from an Art of Noise record.
Out There – Water From Your Eyes (2023, Matador Records)
The chaotic nature of it, is part of its charm. Track six ‘True Life’ for example starts with guitars that blast away all screechy and in your face – but then all that stops and the band sing “Neil, let me sing your song”, a request aimed solely at Neil Young (or rather his lawyers), who refused to let them use a line or two from his ‘Cinnamon Girl’ song – and so forced the band to re-record a section. It’s jumbled and messy but frankly who cares because when the music on offer is this good it really doesn’t matter. ‘Everyone’s Crushed’ is utterly awesome.
True Life – Water From Your Eyes (2023, Matador Records)
And that folks is that. 2023, is done. We’ll have a Nearly Perfect Album tomorrow, a 12 inch from the cupboard on Sunday, and then next week – I’ve arranged for two very famous people* to take charge of the blog for four days, whilst I stuff myself full of chocolates, sprouts and nut roasts.
* By famous, I mean, entirely made up and not famous at all.