2015 - My Favourite Albums
The Decemberists - What A Terrible World, What A Beautiful World
I was really looking forward to this one and although it didn't fully deliver, I still found enough here to spin it for about two weeks straight. The 7th Studio Album from Portland indie/folk darlings The Decemberists opens with âThe Singer Addresses His Audienceâ and quickly establishes the current state of play. âWe know you built your life around us. Would we change? We had to change some.â Sonically, not much has changed since âThe King Is Deadâ, the immensely popular 2011 album that I burned out from a month on repeat. Bold yet simple melodies built using piano-laced acoustics are still the order of the day. Lead singer Colin Meloyâs bare guitar opening - hard to tell if itâs actually a pisstake - recognises the need to set out his stall with a warning to fans. If you were expecting the prog-folk of the bandâs earlier releases, that time has passed. The storytelling and songwriting are unmistakeably The Decemberists, but it feels more lived in, less planned and thought out. Like old friends getting together after some upâs and downâs and letting it flow. The result is their most accessible album yet, with itâs own peaks and troughs, but nonetheless an essential listen for fans.
âLake Songâ is a particular favourite; all natural rhythm in open space, Meloyâs literate lyrics as descriptive as ever - if a little maudlin - âAnd you, Sibylline, reclining in your pew. You tattered me, you tethered me to you.â Second single âThe Wrong Yearâ has the dubious honour of the âcatchiestâ number on here, the thoughts of which only reaffirm the need for that opening gambit. Theyâre as at home playing the local venues as topping the alternative charts, normally the harbinger for diehards to jump ship. Playing for the sing-a-long moments - âA Beginning Songâ - brings a fanbase together more than it breaks them apart.
In spite of some filler - which seem like afterthoughts of TKID, folky cooâs and yelps aplenty - itâs a record that continues Meloyâs trajectory upwards in the current indie storyteller/songwriter pantheon. And after a near four year absence, the Decemberists are a group showing no signs of running away from change.
For Fans Of: Iron & Wine, Nick Drake, Death Cab For CutieÂ
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Natalie Prass - Natalie Prass
2015 was a distinctly pop year in retrospect, one dominated by younger artists learning to use their not-so-perfect Gen-X lives to their chart-topping advantage. From Adeleâs record-breaking third release to Carly Rae Jepsenâs neon-flecked Emotion; the radio-ready and glossily-produced songs of the year had a distinctly female-centric vibe. Hell, Taylor Swiftâs behemoth 1989 only really strangled the airwaves this side of itâs 2014 release. It was therefore a refreshing take when Natalie Prass whispered the first lines of this gorgeous debut; âI donât feel much. Afraid I donât feel anything at allâ. What followed was a perfect soul-infused throwback to the 70âČs; songs of passion, sorrow, heartbreak and finding an already unique perspective on what it means to be a modern woman in love.
Prass actually completed the recording of her debut LP in 2012 with Spacebomb Records founder and childhood friend Matthew E. White producing and engineering. Whiteâs schedule; releasing his own debut, running the label and touring, meant it was shelved until this year. The first thing that strikes is itâs air of timelessness, losing none of itâs potency from the delay. Itâs a record that doesnât so much punch you in the face as the gut, turning the tables on her contemporaries to unfold gently rather than immediately. The reward is well worth the wait.
Like any great record about a break-up, it manages to chronicle not just what it means to fall in and out of love, but who we really are, during and after. The repeated final verse of opener âMy Baby Donât Understand Meâ is the frustrated realisation she needed to call it a day; âOur love is a long goodbye, waiting on the train to cryâ.
By the time the listener realises the kind of relationship itâs been -Â âYour Foolâ - itâs clear that Prass was heading for the door for quite a while. Not as easy said than done. The jazzy, bruised âViolentlyâ perfectly encapsulates her feeling of helplessness - âBreak my legs, because they want to walk to youâ - Â where the graphic content is only diluted by warm strings and sharp horns. Itâs raw and emotional but completely compelling.
A near perfect debut at only 9 tracks, Prass manages to fill every second with melody and make them count. By the time âIt Is Youâ floats past on a cloud of plucked harp strings, sheâs come to the realisation that love is futile; âOnly one will do. It is you. It is you. It is youâ. In a year of pop dominated by female artists forging ahead, Natalie Prass reminds us of the beauty and truth that can be found in looking back.
For Fans Of: Jenny Lewis, Laura Marling, Sharon van Etten.
Check It Out:Â https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tO8XduS7VvA














