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It's difficult to step into the future, or even the present, without one longing look at the past, one final backwards glance. Whether you're casting off a terrible 12 months or simply afraid to leave behind such a perfect year, it's natural--and necessary--to pause and reflect. OK, we're really just trying to explain why we're still stuck on 2000 when it's clearly time to add a one to that date. We screwed up: There simply wasn't enough room last week to include the following, a collection of opinions from area musicians, as well as a few DJs, a record-store employee or two, some club employees, and a couple of others. We asked, they answered, and we felt bad keeping it to ourselves. Our editors, more than likely, feel bad--or maybe that "b" should be replaced with an "m"--that we didn't keep it to ourselves. We promise this is the last time we'll do this...until next year.
Clark Vogeler, The Toadies: Bright Eyes, Fevers and Mirrors: Bright Eyes is essentially a 20-year-old kid with a bizarre, quivering voice, a truckload of admitted mental problems, and a fairly grim disposition. He's released several albums (with this band and his previous bands), but he really hits something special on this record. He's often compared to a Goth Elliott Smith, but he's really so much more than that. The album's filled with overwrought drama, disarming lyrics, shaky vocals, beautiful melodies, and most affectingly, a disconcerting intimacy. I've always been a sucker for sad songs, but played like this, you can't help but feel for the kid and hope that he's getting some sort of catharsis by putting what he does into his songs. My sincerest apologies for briefly just now sounding like one of those--ahem--rock critics.
Glen Reynolds, Chomsky: I would have to give the blue ribbon to At the Drive-In for their Relationship of Command album. It's the best "hard rock" album I've heard in years. Has anyone else noticed how corny hard rock has become? ATDI keep it heavy and fun with inventive and humorous stream-of-consciousness-style lyrics and the ever-present "librarian's hammer of Thor"-style riffing, keeping one foot on the battlefield and the other in their thesaurus. Violence has never seemed so cute.
Matt Barnhart, Quality Park Records/Little Grizzly: Best local release: Yeti, Things to Come (Two Ohm Hop): Doug Ferguson is the nicest madman I've ever met. Yeti's music is awe-inspiring, funny, beautiful, painful, and evil, all at once, and it's all tied together by the nicest guy on Wonder Drive, Fort Worth, and his armada of creepy keyboards. If I had a million dollars, I would give Doug half, spend half on distributing copies of Things to Cometo kids, and the other half on killing people who bought a Barenaked Ladies LP instead of this.
Josh Baish, Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios: I've really been enjoying Hot Snakes' Automatic Midnight (Sympathy for the Record Industry)--great driving album. The return of J Mascis on More Light (Ultimatum Music) has been a welcome surprise. And although it was released in '97, I caught up with Karate's In Place of Real Insight (Southern Records) this year, and have enjoyed that very much.
Josh Venable, The Adventure Club, KDGE-FM (102.1): These are five of my favorite songs of the year: Placebo, "Slave to the Wage": Placebo keep getting better. "A lot of guts, a little vision."Fred Savage Fanclub, "Sleep It Off": Sara of Lucy Loves Schroeder is better than That Dog as Fred Savage Fanclub. "I've been drinking way, way too much." Bright Eyes, "The Calendar Hung Itself": The Bright Eyes record can make me cry. "Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death/In every city, memories would whisper, 'Here is where you rest.'" JJ72, "October Swimmer": JJ72 gives my girlfriend goosebumps. "I want to be a happy boy." The Rocket Summer, "Teenage Love Rock": The Rocket Summer EP makes you remember how painful high school was. "I feel so unloved without you next to me/When I'm with you, it feels like electricity."