Ghost FM’s Favorite Music of 2011

This is the part of end year lists people usually don’t read! They just want you to cut to the chase and…buzz off! There you go. So, what’s this urge for me to write nonsense here? Well, it may sound as an introductory page to the people who’ve either never come across this blog or simply deny it. Like the majority of my friends. So, without further bollocks, Hey every one! It’s Pedram and I’ve been blogging since 2007. It’s not my occupation and I’ve never taken myself seriously, neither have I ever earned a dime out of it. But I happen to have listened to a lot of music and I always wanted to have a joint somewhere to share them. In 2010, I suddenly went berserk and shut down my previous blog. So Ghost FM is the aftermath of a big cyclic redundancy check that dragged me into a neat new blogging platform in which you could follow or be followed by nice people. As of this very day I have some 1049 followers who were kind enough to let me in. I’m currently studying my Masters in Stockholm and I don’t think I’ll ever regret it. 

At the end of each year, I make a list of (only) 10 albums and 10 songs I loved the most. It’s actually not a very nice thing to do, knowing you’re missing quite plenty of work and I hate to hold that banner up as a pointless manifest of “Yeah! That’s it!” The songs and albums here are not the harvest of any specific statistics. The numbers does not necessarily signify my play counts. They are merely…how I feel, you know? But I suppose if you want to see what sounded pleasant to my ears, it’s better you browse back in the archive.

These two lists, of course, lack dozens of fascinating albums and songs this year: I think Dan Bejar recorded his best Destroyer album with Kaputt’s superb freelance poetry. James Blake’s delicate fragility made dubstep sound pop balladry, Mazzy Star returned, Brad Cox brought his latest Deerhunter tenderness into Atlas Sound, Grouper got even ghostlier and distant, R.E.M. broke up with an album handpicked out of their whole three-decade career, Smith Westerns played adorable noisy guitar pop, Nicolas Jaar made brilliant spacey vibes out of breath and snaps, Steve Malkmus played at his most rock ‘n roll, Oneohtrix Point Never reached its pinnacle, Tom Waits returned with favorable material after seven years of no studio albums, etc. See? It was not a bad year for music unlike some heavy ears think.

Anyhow here are our favorite albums in 2011:

And song-wise, the following ten glitter and shine! Not that Battles “Futura” was not instrumentally astounding. And how can you not love Ty Segall’s beloved garage hit “Goodbye Bread”? Does this stop just there? Feist’s “How Come You Never Go There” for instance, or the gentle quality soft rock of Bodies of Water on “Open Rhythms”. That addictive bass line on Peaking Lights’ “Tiger Eyes (Laid Back)”, or the window-shattering industrial of Zola Jesus’ “Vessel”. How to float with anything better than Bill Callahan’s “Riding For the Feeling”. But for now, let’s put an end to all that blatherings of regret. These are my top ten favorite songs of the year:

And just like last year, here’s a little streamer of our favorite songs. If you want to listen to the albums as well. I think you already know what to do, right? Good.

Alright townies! That’s all for 2011 on Ghost FM. Hope you all have a wonderful vacation. Don’t forget to come back in January. Love, hug, peace, candies, cocktails, comic books, caviar, sunny-side ups, iPods, horns, birds, whiskey, bargains, hopscotch, Scarlett Johansson, Blade Runner, hammer, bees, fruits and headphones. Hej då!

P.S. Thanks for all the precious souls taking part on the blog’s polling. I scrutinized the ones I hadn’t already tried. You’re sweet.

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Ever since some 4.5 billion years ago and from a 384,400 kilometer distance, a lifeless troubadour is the vigilante of the Triassic, the Jurassic, the Cretaceous, the ice age, the crack in the surface that led to what we call continents, the birth and downfall of dynasties and anything we call life. But to the moon, we are an exhibition of otherworldliness. From its fission from the earth’s crust through centrifugal forces, it has been an asylum seeker to our soil, the dismissed guest that is reluctant to show us its unimpressive other side. But it’s there gazing at our madness all throughout history. The video above is the fiendish display of what may the moon be conceiving of our existence on this planet to which it once belonged. Since its departure, our only natural satellite’s been unable to observe us with a thicker lens. And when we did pay it a visit, it has no clue what sorts of beings we are. So it has been mistaken us with moving masses.

In addition to his extramundane New History Warfare sequel this year, the innate multi-reedist Colin Stetson complements his uncanny into-the-unknown voyage with a two-track EP namely Those Who Didn’t Run, which compared to the main album is the silver lining in essence! And how can you limit this horrifying post-apocalyptic wandering of intellect to “jazz”? I don’t think it easily sits within that framework. I’m pleased to see the video speaks the language of Stetson’s brilliant and uncommon vision.

The video is directed by Isaac Gale who has also created videos for Bon Iver, Toro y Moi and GAYNGS.

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