By Jim Schutze
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In 2006, the pop singles market continued to dominate, in no small part because the pick-to-click-driven mentality of online music stores and ringtone sites gave consumers unparalleled freedom to Choose Their Own Musical Adventure. What suffered in the meantime, though, was the quality of pop-rock albums. These platters frequently spawned great singles—Justin Timberlake, KT Tunstall, the Rapture, Pearl Jam, My Chemical Romance, etc.—but didn't hold together as cohesive statements. Still, a few artists managed to churn out catchy and innovative long-players that held up over repeated listens.
Unlike many of their dark-punk peers, AFI managed to slick up their sound without losing their batcave-and-fishnets cachet on Decemberunderground. Chalk this up to the band's undeniable pop sensibilities and knack for hooks—whether they're crafting screamo speedballs ("Kill Caustic"), space-age synthpop ("The Missing Frame") or tundra-chilled gothic landscapes indebted to the Cure and Damned ("Summer Shudder").
Young Machetes (V2)
The Blood Brothers' slobbering, shrill, twin-vocal assault and nuclear-bomb riffs frequently feel plucked straight out of a Stephen King horror movie. But on Machetes, the Seattle band's Dali-esque abstract imagery and unhinged mania coalesce into shockingly linear pop songs. "Linear pop" is a relative term, though, as their post-punk/no-wave/hard-core hysteria remains very much intact: "We Ride Skeletal Lightning" lurches like an undead zombie jonesing for brains, while "Spit Shine Your Black Clouds" is a danceable conclusion to PiL's shuddering death-disco.
With Le Tigre on hiatus, the Brazilian sextet CSS stepped up for booty-dancers, staunch feminists and electro-pop fanatics everywhere with their high-energy debut. "Let's Make Love and Listen to Death From Above" begs to be blared during a Jazzercise class for hipsters, "Art Bitch" sounds like a deconstructed Yeah Yeah Yeahs song stitched back together with diagonal big-beats, and the bubble-bath-synth groover "Fuckoff Is Not the Only Thing You Have to Show" resembles Ladytron trash-talking with Cyndi Lauper.
Critically maligned arena-rockers Def Leppard sure sound like they have something to prove on their fantastic covers record, Yeah! And who can blame them? They've always drawn inspiration from seminal U.K. glam and metal bands but can't seem to escape being seen as poof-rock hacks. Which is too bad, since their faithful (but not derivative) renditions of classic cuts from Bowie, T. Rex, Roxy Music, Sweet, ELO and even the Kinks—in the form of a gorgeous, copper-burnished "Waterloo Sunset"—more than cement their musical talent.
Furtado, who's notorious for being a hit-or-miss performer live, is perhaps the year's biggest example of how studio gloss and the right production team can revive (and reinvent) an artist's career—and create Top 40 gold in the process. Loose is the most consistent and innovative pop-diva disc of the year, from the Latin flair of "No Hay Igual" to the digi-funk bodyrocker "Maneater" and, of course, the playful '80s glitter all over the Timbaland-featuring synth-swerve "Promiscuous."
Zombies! Aliens! Vampires! Dinosaurs! (Drive-Thru)
Few modern emo/punk/whatever whippersnappers capture the essence of the decade when keyboards ruled the world—largely because their view of the 1980s comes secondhand via VH1 or retro-radio hours. However, an exception to this rule can be made for the young Cali quartet Hellogoodbye, who display serious synth-smarts (and a mean vocoder) on Zombies!, an exuberant collection of punk-pop that nods to New Order, blink-182 and '80s Top 40 radio hits.
The absent-minded professor of Nuggets-style psychedelic garage-rock continues his creative resurgence with Tarantula, a kaleidoscopic palette of taut melodic gems drenched in harmony and surrealistic imagery. Recorded in conjunction with the Venus 3—aka Peter Buck, Scott McCaughey and Bill Rieflin of R.E.M./The Minus 5—and featuring a track co-written by XTC majordomo Andy Partridge ("'Cause It's Love [Saint Parallelogram]"), the album embraces fizzy fuzz-jangle that more often than not belies lyrical melancholy. "N.Y. Doll" is a somber remembrance of the late New York Dolls bassist Arthur Kane, while Hitchcock wrote the effervescent pop burst "Underground Sun" for a late friend.
Black Holes and Revelations (Reprise)
Muse trafficked in pretentious prog bombast on their first three albums, long before it became trendy, and creates the Platonic ideal of the form on Revelations with "Knights of Cydonia," a galloping, apocalyptic single gnarled with doom-metal riffs and robots-in-space vocals. But the supercharged U.K. trio wisely expands their worldview to include sci-fi funk, stompy goth and even Rufus Wainwright-esque balladry on Revelations, their poppiest and most emotionally affecting outing yet. Just try to avoid shedding a tear during the longing "Starlight," where glassy piano intertwines with diffracted synths and vocalist Matt Bellamy croons "I just wanted to hold you in my arms" like an anguished astronaut about to be lost forever in space.
Wincing the Night Away (Sub Pop)
Physical copies of the Shins' third album aren't in stores until 2007, although its presence on any number of file-sharing services means that, more or less, it may as well have already been released. More sedate and less accessible than the band's first two discs, Wincing is an album for those outgrowing 20-somethingish uncertainty and settling into careers, relationships and (gasp) maturity. Nevertheless, the Flaming Lips-esque psych-dreamscape "Sea Legs" displays sonic adventurousness, and the wistful relationship analysis of "Turn on Me" has a hollow nostalgia reminiscent of R.E.M.'s early mysticism.