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Rating: Brief reviews for six of the most discussed albums released in 2019. The ratings, as usual, are OK (if it doesn't suck) and NO (if it sucks).
Cate Le Bon - Reward - Someone told me that this girl played the harpsichord on the worst track of Deerhunter's worst album, which is the latest one. Overall, her album is an ice crystal that I couldn't care less about because I don't like crystals or ice, nor the pathetic poetry like "ice crystals." However, it knows how to stay still, waits, gives you time to yawn, and then inserts such a simple melody that you don't know what to say. Meanwhile, the song proceeds, moves forward, and patiently reaches its conclusion. As far as I'm concerned, it's more than fine, you're an idiot if you look down on it. OK
Deerhunter - Why Hasn’t Everything Already Disappeared? - The worst Deerhunter album, which is this one, is still an album that today beats almost anyone's entire discography who isn't Earl Sweatshirt - yes, it beats Low and Sufjan Stevens. Long live tinfoil-flavored pop. OK
American Football - American Football (III) - The plagues of humanity, nth part: the over-forties acting like depressed teenagers. Every time a new American Football album comes out, and lately that's not infrequent, I think it would be nice to emigrate to the sun and burn up on first contact with its surface. Too bad it takes a spaceship, and I don't have one, so I find myself here listening to this sweet guitar whine that's been expired for a millennium, forcing me to rethink the same faces, the same past memories, the same nostalgias that this music absolutely must evoke and which have already abundantly pissed me off. NO
Coco - Acquario - Corrado comes from Naples and is the artistic godson of Luchè. Ok, we all know that electronic R&B is the pimple on the ass of rap's stupid cousin. And yes, of course, we all know that rap is mostly crap. But it's an entirely different story when music takes a bit of one and a bit of the other, wisely avoids getting close to jazz, instead stays firmly on the tracks of the saddest pop, and hits straight to the heart. OK
Flying Lotus - Flamagra - The day will come when a Flying Lotus album won't be boring as hell. It will be one of those somewhat new age albums, perfect for practicing yoga, where bamboo flutes and crystal glasses play. But as long as it remains confined to the realm of music that interests sane people - rock, rap, electronics - this gentleman will continue to produce only nauseating flatulence with a grill jazz aftertaste, along with his partner in sonic farts, Thundercat. NO
Sharon Van Etten - Remind Me Tomorrow - It's true, this album has lost its sweet country glaze to revel in a kind of Patti Smith-esque new-wave full of bad-girl-dark-romantic flair. But somehow, and only God knows how and why, it has once again turned out to be the most incredible album in history. OK
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