By Jeremy Hallock
By James Khubiar
By Observer Staff
By Kelly Dearmore
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
Hundreds of disposable discs made their way through my car's 10-CD player this year; only All That You Can't Leave Behind stayed there throughout the entirety of 2001, never bending or breaking beneath the strain of newfound responsibility. Others remained untouched for a few days, at best a couple of weeks; The Eels' thrillingly apt Souljacker, out in England last September but not due for Stateside release till spring, was one of the few that took out a longer lease. So, maybe the best album of 2001 is actually one of the best of 2002. Fact is, that might actually be the case, as evidenced by Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, originally skedded for release this year by Reprise till an A&R dope bounced the band from the label, claiming there were no Hit Singles--never mind the fact Wilco was actually one of the label's few profitable and respectable bands. Wilco promptly made the disc available to its fans, who burned it and passed it around like a campfire joint. It's due for release in 2002 on Nonesuch, but thousands already have every word memorized--especially that bit about saluting the ashes of an American flag.
Tried giving The Strokes a few dozen listens, hoping to find the CBGB's brilliance others insist is there, but ended up loving only the song that sounds like Tom Petty. Far better is the so-called Freelance Hellraiser remix floating around the Internet: "A Stroke of Genius," which so seamlessly fuses The Strokes' "Hard to Explain" with Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle" you'd think they were legally wed. If it's not the best unofficial single of the year, then Tenacious D's eponymous debut isn't so overrated after all (if you think it's so good, wait until the fifth listen, about when all comedy records lose their laugh).
Let the kids to their Britney and bouncy baby boobies; let the kids to their System of a Down and Tool; let the kids to their disposapopfunkrapmetal, most of which arrives smelling spoiled, anyway. We end the year with perspective we didn't have just a few months ago, back when people gave two fucks about Michael Jackson and Mick Jagger comebacks, which quickly became sell-backs at your local used-CD store. We end the year listening for songs that stir on albums that linger by performers who matter; it was the Year of the Adult, in other words, the year when we took refuge in the digital grooves that made us smile, cry or, on a good day, both.
1. Wilco, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (unreleased): Jeff Tweedy lost his label and a few bandmates, but never his spirit or spark--or, for that matter, his soul. Beneath the whispered clicks and clangs lies a daring masterpiece about love and death and the need for optimism in a time of despair. Sounds like nothing this band--or any other--has ever done.
2. Bob Dylan, Love and Theft (Columbia): Released on September 11, Dylan's latest Best Album Since Blood on the Tracks keeps its promise; it was hard that day not to listen to "Lonesome Day Blues"--with its line, "Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day"--without thinking about what the TV wouldn't stop showing. But don't read too much into it: Behind that smarmy 'stache and steely glare is a man putting us all on, the king of the burlesque too serious to fool.
3. Travis, The Invisible Band (Epic): Fran Healey just wants you to sing, sing, sing, and only the deaf or dead could resist him.
4. Radiohead, Amnesiac (Capitol) and Radiohead, I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings (Capitol): The latter reveals what the former willfully hides. Radiohead writes great rock songs; it just doesn't want to admit it.
5. Macy Gray, The Id (Epic): Fans of the debut found it hard to relate to this Kurt Weill-touched soul-singin' psychopath, so this tanked--which figures, since it's 10 times the record On How Life Is, uh, was.
6. Various artists, Poet: A Tribute to Townes Van Zandt (FreeFalls): Willie, Emmylou, Lucinda, John Prine and Cowboy Junkies covering the greatest Texas songwriter of, like, ever. And there are still 10 other tracks.