We asked to different musicians, producers, bloggers, journalists, label owners to make a short list of their best albums of this year. This is the list curated by Jon Syverson (Daughters).

 

Jaye Jayle  – No Trail And Other Unholy Paths

This record is fantastic, though this band is a ‘must see’ live. Soundtrack for when the drugs have worn off, the booze is gone, and you’re on your last cigarette.

Bambara  – Shadow On Everything

They’ve created something very special here. I’ve never had a very good relationship with whisky or the great outdoors, though this record somehow gives me the blind confidence to go revisit both.

Liars – Titles With The Word Fountain

I’ve been a fan since the first record, and I’m happy to say Liars continue bend music to their will. With each listen part of me wants to stop what I’m doing and immediately sit down to write more music. What do they call that, inspiration?

Emma Ruth Rundle – On Dark Horses

Grab your big sisters adderall and dig out your daddy’s quaaludes, we’re going to play a game called peaks and valleys. ERR’s voice is haunting and contagious, and together with her band she builds a swaying soundscape for the listener. Listeners should expect to experience big highs, and deep lows. For me this record lands somewhere between Neko Case, My Bloody Valentine, maybe some Hope Sandoval, and a pinch of Brian Wilson.

Hot Snakes – Jericho Sirens

You’re in the bathroom shaving (reader’s choice on gender & body part).

A nerve wracking experience as you push your luck with your room mates shitty old razor… again. Why didn’t i buy my own $3 disposable. Why am I so fucking lazy? Sigh. Mom was right about me. This is the last time, I swear.

Tomorrow I’ll get up early and fix my car, then run those errands, and finally apply for that job Ive been telling everyone about. Your posture changes as your anxiety builds and you nick yourself a few times.

Damn it, I just want this to end!

Finally finished.

Once again you’ve avoided injury and escaped without any embarrassing scars.You wash up. Towel dry. On further inspection you notice some very obvious hairs have been missed. Fuck it, I’m just going to use my hand and yank em rather than risk that old razor again. Frustrated and desperate, you grit your teeth and pull those last few bastard hairs out of your skin. Done.Finally you let that wave of relief wash over you. It’s over? It is!

You’ve actually achieved something here. See, you can get things done! Why all the stress?Heres a new lease on life. The new you starts now! Even still, maybe the car can wait just a few more days ..

These vibes are all in the ballpark for what i experience as i’m listening to the track “Why Dont It Sink In”. It’s Hot Snakes! You should know who this is. You should know who they are. If not, do your homework.