I’m really glad that I took my goddamn time putting together this list, because the mad dash to the finish line that has so many music journalism/criticism outlets cranking out their year-end roundups earlier & earlier in a vain attempt to one-up their peers would more than likely leave this one in the dust.
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
Fuck’s sake. Where have all the men gone? Do men even make music any more?
This vaguely recalls many delights, but has a sunlit haze charm unique to one street in my Chosen City. Like a toddler walking sideways and falling over just because she can. Delicious.
Seattle’s La Luz have a definite beach blanket bingo vibe, especially if the beach in question is located somewhere in Twin Peaks with the ghosts of crackly 50s doo-wop & 60s girl-group singles echoing from someone’s AM radio.