1. Perfume Genius (95)
Every single one of these plays is of “Hood”. One day I listened to it on repeat for an hour; another day I listened to it on repeat while sitting on trams for at least an hour and a half. This makes me think something is up with the scrobbling to Last.fm from my phone, because had every single play been scrobbled this number would be even higher.
This song has gone straight onto my 2012 playlist, from which a mix CD will spring at the end of the year; the one downside of making myself write words like this about what I’ve been listening to is that there will be massive spoilers for said CD. I can’t imagine “Hood” not being on it.
I’m quite literally fascinated. It’s a raw expression of composed terror and longing, longing, longing. Hadreas’ voice rings out so clearly — I’ve waited so long — but then disappears into itself when it comes to the really frightening parts — for your love.
The only other music that has made me feel this way is Antony and the Johnsons’ I Am A Bird Now.
2. The Winter Migration (52)
One of my favourite local bands (and a super-nice bunch of people), The Winter Migration put out a three-song mini-EP last year which is just lovely. Last week I went to see them play for the first time in a while and was inspired to listen to it a whole lot again.1 You can listen to it (and buy it! if you want!) on their Bandcamp page
I’m hoping they release more of their songs this year so I can listen to those all the time as well.
3. The Mountain Goats (47)
I probably won’t have something to say about this each week, but could anything be more important? No. No, it could not. (I’ve had a Get Lonely week interspersed with blasts of the older EPs. Never a dull moment.)
4. King Creosote & Jon Hopkins (35)
The second half of my first flush of infatuation.
5. Tim Hecker (28)
Oddly enough, while I really love both Harmony in Ultraviolet and Ravedeath, 1972 I’ve mainly been listening to Dropped Pianos of late. Must be part of this easy-listening phase I seem to be going through (see also: King Creosote and Jon Hopkins), which has coincided as usual with a terrible insomnia phase. My need for lullabies is much higher than usual.
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Because of reasons. None of your cheek, Anneli. ↩
