Monday, December 3, 2018

Best Albums of the Year?

We live in a time when criticism, music criticism in particular, is abhorred. Ok, let's go with that. If you don't have criticism, which has to be some sort of bigotry: sexist, colonialist, oppressive, exclusionist, etc, then you have wide open doors and windows, let the sunshine in! In practical terms this means that, as we find from Ted Gioia, you just give a long, long list of everything under the sun: The 100 Best Recordings of 2018. Not only that, but there is a long list of also-rans. Just reading the list makes me tired. So is this any kind of service to the listener? Maybe, let's listen to a few samples. Number two on the list is Marisa Anderson: Cloud Corner, described as "Serene Folk Guitar Instrumentals from Portland"


Uh, ok. Fairly harmless, but I have heard pretty much exactly this dozens of times before. So nothing special. I only skipped the first one because it was described as "Contemporary Soul/R&B Influenced by Billie Holiday, Etta James, Nina Simone" and I have heard lots of that before. The third one is Mark Applebaum: Speed Dating, described as "Experimental Spoken Word Music / Contemporary Classical Music" Blogger won't embed, so follow the link for "3 Unlikely Corporate Sponsorships: No. 1, Nestlé"


This is a polyphonic version of Kurt Schwitters Ursonate mixed up with Tom Waits "Step Right Up" in a special version for kindergarten. Number four is Typh Barrow: Raw, described as the Belgian Amy Winehouse.


Pretty typical soul/blues to my ear, but with a nicely gravelly voice. Number five looks really promising: Thomas Bartlett and Nico Muhly: Peter Pears: Balinese Ceremonial Music, described as "Gamelan Transcriptions and Contemporary Songs Inspired by Them" Oh dear, imagine my disappointment when what I hear is gamelan reduced to kind of bland new age music with dreary breathy semi-spoken vocals. I would describe this as road trip music for overstimulated folks who really need to calm down.


And besides isn't this the worst kind of cultural appropriation?

I could go on, but all this seems to prove is that 90% of everything really is crap. If Ted Gioia had actually done the proper job of a music critic and tried to pick the ten good ones out of the hundred, now that would have been a public service. And we could have some good arguments about it. But as it is, in this post-critical wasteland, he makes no critical judgements so you have struggle through the whole bloody list to find the few gems that might lie within. How marvelous.

UPDATE: Just to be fair, this is Ted Gioia's reason for presenting the list as it is:
I am listing my top 100 and honorable
mention albums for 2018 in alphabetical
order, rather than ranking them. This
marks a change from pre-2017 lists. I
am doing this because each of these
albums deserves recognition and the
sequential ranking tended to focus
too much attention on just a few
recordings.
Each of these albums deserves equal recognition? Why is that exactly? How delightfully egalitarian.

2 comments:

  1. "This is a polyphonic version of Kurt Schwitters Ursonate mixed up with Tom Waits Step Right Up in a special version for kindergarten." Ouch. Was looking forward to a livestream from Wigmore Hall on Tuesday (Vivaldi, Handel, Corelli) until I discovered that the ubiquitous Nico M. is doing a premiere-- which at WH continues to be a French word-- the first part in the middle of the first half and the second in the middle of the second; still looking forward to the concert of course but expect to get a couple of brief naps in. But-- to the confounding of my expectations!

    Hope Toronto goes well.

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  2. My specialty is the mean, one-sentence put down review. I was recently accused of being hard to please for my review of the Fidel Leal concert. Guilty as charged, I suppose. Hard to please in the fine art of music, in my book, means that you keep practicing until you get it right, you keep working on the piece until it comes together, you throw away everything you have written that is just not up to standard. I mean, how else would you work?

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