Walking in a wilco wonderland

Hooray: it’s that time again, where my annual end-of-year music list is celebrated solely by me and rightly ignored by everyone else. I’ve elected to write this years listings in the style of a lazy music journalist, comparing each artist to two others while referencing some kind of narcotic. You’ll see what I mean. So here’s the top twenty-one, in no particular order.

Johnny Cash - UnearthedJohnny Cash – Unearthed
Lovingly compiled, lavishly packaged, and with beautifully written notes from Sylvie Simmons, this is one of those rare compilations greater than the sum of its parts. Like a cross between an acoustic Nick Cave and an aging Elvis Presley, on benzodiazepine.

Brian Wilson - SmileBrian Wilson – Smile
Nearly forty years in the making, and worth every second. Like a cross between The Wondermints and The Beach Boys, on vast amounts of prozac. Actually, that’s exactly what this album is.

Lucky Jum - Our Troubles End TonightLucky Jim – Our Troubles End Tonight
British singer-songwriter in good record shock. Tremendous, folksy stuff, like a cross between Bob Dylan and Tim Rose on cheap amphetamines.

Big & Rich - Horse Of A Different ColourBig & Rich – Horse Of A Different Colour
In which Nashville finally produces a modern country album that might instigate a shift away from the slick, sugary-sweet, sequined tripe that tends to populate the country charts. Like a cross between AC/DC and Merle Haggard, lying drunk in a barn on poison moonshine.

Ambulance LtdAmbulance Ltd
The best New York album since the Strokes debut (not much of a recommendation in itself, but it’s true). Stylistically a cross between Lou Reed and The Smiths drinking Jagermeister from a burnished kettle.

Sons & Daughters - Love The CupSons & Daughters – Love The Cup
Another Glaswegian triumph, a churning, tribal, country-fied masterpiece. Like a cross between Johnny Cash and The Gun Club on Cranhill Estate skag.

Fiery Furnaces - Blueberry BoatFiery Furnaces – Blueberry Boat
Extraordinarily diverse hotch-potch of musical tinkering, featuring more ideas than a Stephen Hawkings compendium. A cross between Captain Beefheart and Mr Oizo playing mah-jong while high on tequila.

Detroit Cobras - BabyDetroit Cobras – Baby
Probably the best covers band in the World. A cross between The MC5 and Aretha Franklin race-tuning a Pontiac Firebird whilst slurping meths from a rusty cannister.

Wilco - A Ghost Is BornWilco – A Ghost Is Born
The Wilco formula is a strange one: write a great song, then attempt to disguise the fact. Like a cross between Hank Williams and Can dancing with Dr Moog on a cocktail of Tryptizol, Prothiaden and Molipaxin.

Mos Def - The New DangerMos Def – The New Danger
Nothing to do with Tony Blair, Mos Def confounded fans and critics alike with this gargantuan pot-purri of soul, hip hop and metal. Like Marvin Gaye being attacked by Public Enemy in a Bronx Alley whilst high on blunts and 40oz bottles of cough mixture.

Camper Van Beethoven - New Roman TimesCamper Van Beethoven – New Roman Times
In 2004 the Campers made an album that sounded like it was was recorded two weeks after their last proper effort, despite the fact that it took them 15 years to do so. A cross between Desmond Dekker and The Eagles drinking crates of Coors while painting abstract art on the bed of a beat-up Toyota pick-up.

Franz FerdinandFranz Ferdinand
Everybody’s favourite album of 2004, a fraught, homoerotic mixture of David Bowie and Wire whacked up on amyl nitrate challenging Debbie Harry to a knife-fight at a Hitler Youth reunion.

Seachange - Lay Of The LandSeachange – Lay Of The Land
Fronted by the strangely charismatic Dan Eastop, Seachange will be at the fore-front of 2005’s UK folk-noise movement, their Matador debut a cross between Joy Division and Fairport Convention playing Stooges covers whilst drinking a lovely hot cup of tea.

Fela Kuti - Music Is A WeaponFela Kuti – Music Is A Weapon
A well-selected best-of worth buying for the included DVD documentary, which features priceless footage of our extremely stoned hero performing in his Lagos compound dressed only in a rather worn pair of pastel blue y-fronts. Like a cross between Miles Davis and James Brown on enough Marijuana to sedate a pink elephant.

Daniel Johnston - Discovered CoveredDaniel Johnston – Discovered Covered
If there was ever any doubt about the songwriting genius of America’s favourite overweight sociopath, then this tribute album (featuring the likes of Eels, The Flaming Lips, Mercury Rev and Tom Waits) should win over any remaining skeptics. Like the Beatles greatest hits rewritten by Forrest Gump being played at an indie-disco for hyperactive four year-olds gorging on cheeseburgers.

The Arcade Fire - FuneralThe Arcade Fire – Funeral
Not released in the UK till February 2005, The Arcade Fire’s ‘Funeral’ is Pitchfork’s album of 2004, a ferocious, bewilderingly emotional cross between Wilco and Roxy Music wasted on absinthe at the emergency ward of a field hospital under mortar attack from Angolan freedom fighters.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Abattoir Blues / The Lyre of OrpheusNick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Abattoir Blues / The Lyre of Orpheus
After a couple of rather ordinary releases, Cave returns to brilliant, often hilarious form. Like a cross between The Harlem Gospel Choir and Johnny Cash singing excerpts from The King James bible whilst dancing round a graveyard waving a rubber chicken at circus freaks. On heroin, naturally.

Mark Lanegan - BubblegumMark Lanegan – Bubblegum
Another smoldering classic from the archetypal gravel-throated singer. Like a crack-addicted Kurt Cobain singing newly discovered Robert Johnson songs for tourists to pay for throat-singing lessons, more specifically the popular Mongolian styles of Khoomei, Kargyraa and Sygyt.

Phoenix - AlphabeticalPhoenix – Alphabetical
The smoothest release of the year, these sophisticated Frenchies make the glossiest, radio-friendly tunes this side of Air and Steely Dan. On cocaine. Driving a Citroen with air-assisted suspension. Past a neon sign reading “this is all really rather sleek, isn’t it?”

TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty BabesTV On The Radio – Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes
More post-punk perplexity from the Big Apple, as TV On The Radio confuse listeners with their peculiar brand of Brian Eno meets Pere Ubu electronic mayhem whilst injecting angel-dust into their swollen members at the Museum of Modern Art during a fund-raising drive to gather money for tsunami victims in upstate Vermont.

Kanye West - The College DropoutKanye West – The College Dropout
Hip Hop’s producer of the moment flies solo. Despite suffering from a distinct shortfall in the rapping talent department, Kanye has engineered a near-masterpiece, the most consisently funny rap album since Kool Keith’s scatalogically obsessed 1996 ‘Dr Octagon’ opus. It’s like Run DMC meets Erick Sermon undergoing methodone withdrawl at gangsta clown college with beats courtesy of Ennio Morricone’s drunk albino half-sister repeatedly jabbing a blunt spoon into the forehead of a dead otter.

Disclaimer: none of the above statements actually mean anything. They just sound like they ought to mean something. Remember that next time you pick up the NME.


  1. Thanks. I needed this post.

  2. Yay, for TV on the Radio!

  3. What top-twenty post would be complete without an irate post from a belligerent reader angrily berating the author for omitting this band or that?

    I’ll spare the tender ears of your audience, but I must say that I rather like “Hot Fuss” from The Killers.

  4. Simon 'Ramone' Hadfield

    Nice work Fras McFras, however:
    1) No drug reference for Franz Ferdinand.
    2) Not sure if Tea (Seachange) and Cheeseburgers (Daniel Johnston) count as drugs.
    I will review your reviews next year and hope that you lift your game young man.
    Over and out.

  5. You’re quite right about FF, and I will rectify that error. I do maintain that tea and chesseburgers should both be classified as narcotics, however.

  6. Why do I get your RSS feed in NetNewsWire Lite like three or four times over??? There’s a book riding on this… visit the Post office tomorrow. Oh and… errr.. yes. I agree. More drugs are needed

  7. Weird. Do you get each entry multiple times? Or just the long ones? I frequently re-edit the more wordy posts, and maybe you’re getting a notification for each edit.

  8. Not every entry, but many. Not at the same time, but through the day or over a day or two. Could be your re-edits I guess.

  9. Good list, but I think you need to listen to more female artists. Badly. PJ Harvey? Joanna Newsom? Stina Nordenstam? Low? Coco Rosie? Devendra Banhart? OK, not the last one. But really. Fix it.

  10. The Joanna Newsome album nearly crept in, as did A Girl Called Eddy, Jolie Holland and Loretta Lynn, but Polly Harvey’s recent album is shockingly below her usual standard. If Gillian Welch had released a record this year it probably would have made it – don’t assume that because they’re not in the list I don’t listen :-)

    And by the way: Devendra Banhart is male, and Low are a band.

  11. OK, I’ll let you off. And I think Mimi *makes* Low, so they got in, and Devendra Banhart was my poor attempt at humour (‘OK, not the last one’). But yes, I can’t spell Newsome.

  12. Thanks. I aslso have female fronted bands in The Detroit Cobras, Sons & Daughters and The Fiery Furnaces. That’s not too shabby, I hope. And your spelling of Newsom is the right one :-)

  13. I think I was just feeling argumentative, seeing as I don’t particularly like Joanna Newsome, you’re right about PJ Harvey and the new Low album is frankly terrible in places. I’ll be quiet…

  14. So is that Mos Def album any good then? It got slated for the most part so I stayed clear; please reassure me – his first album is one of the greatest hip-hop records I reckon…

    And good call with TV on the Radio, and the Arcade Fire album is epic. No Clouddead though?

    North American produced some top notch indie pop this year: the Shins, AC Newman, Destroyer, the Unicorns etc….

  15. The Mos Def album is great. I think some of the more narrow-minded reviewers got upset by the amount of guitar rock it features, although there’s still enough beat-tastic action to keep most people happy.

  16. Simon 'Ramone' Hadfield

    That’s better, thanks. Remember, you’re being watched…

  17. Mr Fraser, what is you opinion of My Morning Jacket? Just wondering…

    Lunch/beers soon?

  18. i really dont know how i found this

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