Record #381: Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong – Ella and Louis (1956)

Name a more iconic duo. I’ll wait…
But seriously, the pairing of Ella Fitzgerald’s velveteen alto with Louis Armstrong’s trumpet/voice hybrid (he somehow manages to sound the same whether he’s playing or singing) is so perfect that it’s amazing that it took so long to happen.

At this point, Miles Davis had already taken jazz from Charlie Parker, who had taken the mantle from Louis Armstrong before him. Satchmo had been doing this for thirty years. Ella for twenty. Both were undisputed icons. This duet series was a massive collision of supergiants.

But you’d never guess at its importance based on the absolute preciousness of the album cover. Nor is its gravity betrayed anywhere in the music. Ella and Louis croon and gravel and play their way through the most popular standards of the day with giddy playfulness. 

And these tunes have endured–Gershwins and Irving Berlin have a fair amount of representation here, so that’s no surprise. There’s also the absolute classic April in Paris, which is correctly remembered as one of this era’s pinnacle tracks. Also included is a charming rendition of They Can’t Take That Away From Me, which is a personal favorite.

But overall, this album is perhaps the most charming thing ever recorded. It certainly doesn’t show either’s technical chops, nor does it have to. It’s merely a perfect example of what these two megastars do better than anyone.

Record #380: Joy Division – Unkown Pleasures (1979)

Here it is: the album cover you’ve seen all over Tumblr. All the trendy kids are wearing it on their t-shirts (myself included). Just such a hip album, right?

​But yo, dig it. This album is legendary. It birthed the entire post-punk scene. But it’s not exactly like they were trying to do much different. They were just some Manks trying to play punk rock. They just had a couple hiccups there…

Notably, Bernard Sumner’s poor equipment. His only amp was this small thing that he could barely hear over the din of the pounding drums and driving bass lines. To make himself heard, he would play higher riffs, often scraping his strings into noise rather than proper melodies (it’s worth nothing that bassist Peter Hook first heard Sumner’s guitar parts on the record, as he played too loud live).

Then there’s the atmosphere. There’s an unusual amount of echo on the drums and vocals for a punk record (which Hook famously hated). This is essentially because producer Martin Hannet thought punk rock was boring, and Joy Division didn’t have enough studio experience to argue with him.

The result is a weird, wonderfully dark record that served as the perfect atmosphere for the morose baritone of Ian Curtis, one of rock and roll’s most celebrated and tragic frontmen. While their next album would be much more shaded by Curtis’s suicide, Unknown Pleasures does little to offer contrarian narrative, and would go one to be embraced by weird sad kids everywhere across every generation (that I missed it until after college astounds me.

​Looking at its humble beginnings, it’s amazing that Unknown Pleasures became the monolithic icon it is. More than just a weird underground hit, it has been lauded by every music publication from NME to Rolling Stone. I sometimes wonder if it owes its legacy more to its cover and aesthetic than its songs. But when I revisit it, I am quickly corrected.

Record #379: Jónsi – Go (2010)

Icelandic post-rock gods Sigur Rós have a way of capturing the full depths of the human experience like no other musician has ever approached. Between their massive, patient arrangements and Jónsi Birgisson’s otherworldly croon, they create and destroy worlds and lifetimes in the course of their catalogue.

​So when Jónsi went to do it alone, everyone was a little unsure of what to expect. Obviously, his angelic falsetto would be heavily featured, but what would accompany it? How would his songwriting adapt?

Go came hot on the heels of Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaustSigur Rós’ most human release. Acoustic guitars were used liberally. Tempos were quicker. Jónsi even sang in English on one track. 

​And that was just a warm up.

Go takes the group’s trademark jubilance (specifically tracks like Hoppipola, Gobbledigook, Við spilum endalaust) and cranks it up. Jónsi appears here as unbounded and playful as some pagan trickster god. The average tempo is nearly twice the average Sigur Rós album. And he sings everything in English. Of course, his thick Icelandic accent still makes it sound unknowable. 

This is the sound of pure joy cut to wax. Even the more mournful tunes (Tornado in particular) have a core of jubilee to them. 

​Also worth noting, I bought this particular copy on my honeymoon, so that’s a good memory too.

Record #378: Johnny Cash – Johnny Cash’s Greatest Hits, Volume 1 (1967)

I’ve said it a thousand times: I hate compilation albums. It’s never a good idea to split a track from the context of its album.

But I have a few exceptions…
Principal among them is Johnny Cash. Because every single one of those songs is gonna be great.

And it’s incredibly telling that despite the past twelve years of being a Johnny Cash fan, I’ve never heard about half of the songs on a Greatest Hits album. If that doesn’t perfectly exemplify Cash’s legacy, I don’t know what will.

Record #377: James Taylor – JT (1977)

I’ve had never had a problem admitting that I’m a pretty unashamed James Taylor fan. For a while, I was convinced he was the greatest singer-songwriter in the world. And while I no longer hold him on that pedestal, I still enjoy every second of the Greatest Hits cassette I have (except Mexico). And as much as I love James Taylor and dislike compilations, my experience with Sweet Baby James begins and ends with that cassette and the Sweet Baby James LP. 
This album is after all of that, after he had traded his tender acoustic guitar ballads for unapologetic disco-fueled soft rock. To see how far this Walking Man has walked, look no further than the horn blasting Honey Don’t Leave LA. Carolina is nowhere near his mind. The opening track Your Smiling Face is a jubilant soft rock track that is an absolute banger. Eight albums into his career, he has become a bonafide pop star. 

But those chart-ready pop tunes are a little deceiving. The non-singles are classic James. Secret O’ Life features a similar riff to You’ve Got a Friend. Bartender’s Blues is a true blue country song. The two exceptions are the skiffling Traffic Jam and I Was Only Telling a Lie, which is probably the most menacing rock song James Taylor has ever written (it is not all that menacing).

​In all, JT is a proper pseudo-self titled album. It captures all of his tender sweetness with a side of poppy indulgence. 

Record #376: GGOOLLDD – Gold+ (2015)

This weekend, my city hosted Riverlights Music Festival, the fifth year a boss local music festival has happened in town. Of the 70+ bands, all but five or ten were local, and I didn’t hear a bad song played all weekend. I’m gonna pause for a second to recognize how lucky I am to live in a city that has such a vibrant musical community (our mayor even filled in on piano for an act).
GGOOLLDD was one of the small number of nonlocal acts, hailing from Milwaukee. When they started, I was managing a stage across the river, so I could only sorta hear what was going on, but it sounded hype. After I got 6’10 (solo project of the singer of Flatfoot 56) going, I meandered over to see what was going on.

I was immediately confused because I had thought I heard a female singer among the synth-soaked pop I had heard. But I only saw four indie-rock lookin’ dudes on stage. I watched for a while to see which one of them had such a high voice.

Then, slowly, a leg rose into the air from behind the center monitors, ending with a gold platform shoe. The woman it was attached to followed, adorned in a gold bodysuit. And she began singing. And my brother, did she begin singing.

The last thing you’d expect to hear at a local music festival is chart-ready synthpop, but that’s what they delivered. None of these songs would sound out of place on a Top 40 station, the way that Chvrches could find a home in the top ten, and the way that Lorde did. And for a second, I had a moment of disbelief that this was happening in my city, in the parking lot of a restaurant on the river. This would have been of of the hypest sets at Lollapalooza, and it’s happening here.

I searched for a merch tent, but could find nothing. After a while, my friend Max friend came over with an LP and a t-shirt. “Look what GGOOLLD gave me for helping them load their gear.” He handed me the disc and I looked it over. “You want it? I don’t have a turntable.”

​And so here we are now. It’s Monday morning and I’m jamming some seriously hype tunes, courtesy of GGOOLLDD and my friend Max.

Record #375: Boy Rex – Better Vision (2017)

As a youth, Jack Senff sang for the short-lived hardcore outfit Merchant Ships. Despite their six month career, they achieved a cult following that, having met him afterward, blows my mind. Also, once, he saw me working at the Barnes and Noble Cafe (one of my worst jobs) and he said, “Aha! So that’s why your glasses are so cool.” A correlation I don’t think has much merit…
He moved to the PacNorthwest and started an emo project called Knola. Knola played a short tour (the final show was a house show in my living room that Jack stopped halfway through the set because he was tired), then disbanded as Jack moved back to the Midwest.

After some meandering around with an acoustic guitar, he poured his restless energy into this chamber pop/indie rock project called Boy Rex. And if you ask me, it is by far his best work. While Better Vision is the second Boy Rex album, it is the first to feel like a cohesive statement.

Better Vision is the result of long weeks spent in his dad’s house meditating on death, love, and God (Senff Sr. plays trumpet on this album, as well as in my ska band Dad Jokes). In the process of writing these songs, he moved a few times and got engaged. Huge life events, to be sure. And Better Vision plays them with the sincerity and gravity they deserve. 

Which isn’t to say this is a depressing record. In fact, it’s one of the most jubilant records I’ve heard in a long time. Bouncing horn lines and poppy drum beats pervade the entire record. Playing it live, Jack’s hips swing the entire time. This is a feel-good record. It just might make you cry a couple times.

Record #374: Gorillaz – Humanz (2017)

If there’s one big surprise in pop music, it’s that Gorillaz would still be around in 2017. If there’s another surprise, it’s that the cartoon band that sang Clint Eastwood would become a potent cultural force. The self-titled album was little more than a novelty, then Demon Days became a huge cult hit (vinyl copies are selling for around $300. I’m glad I got mine new). Plastic Beach was a huge pop juggernaut that  featured friggin’ Snoop Dogg. Plastic Beach was such a huge hit that the virtual band was replaced with a human band for an actual live tour (previous live shows had featured projections of the animated members or holograms)…
And so, enter Humanz. Released seven years after Plastic Beach into a terrifying global political climate, Gorillaz still got it. While Blur’s Damon Albarn is still pulling all the strings, this is the most collaborator-heavy disc they’ve put out. 2-D (the animated singer with dead eyes, remember) most often sits in the background while conspirators like Vince and Mavis Staples, Popcaan, DRAM, Danny Brown, De La Soul again, Pusha T, and friggin’ Grace Jones take the reigns. It’s a party for the end of the world (Albarn’s words, not mine), and everyone is invited.

The album is a masterful juxtaposition of jubilant dance pop and political emotiveness. Thematically, the lyrics tackle corruption, racism in America, greed, and a whole lot of hopelessness. And all of this set to Prince-copping pop (Strobelite), happy-go-lucky synthpop (Andromeda), dark electronica (Sex Murder Party), and a lot of great rap verses.

Everyone knows that Gorillaz isn’t a full time project for anyone involved, but if they keep going for broke like this, it’ll be a long time before anyone stops caring about this fake band.

Record #372: Johnny Cash – Mean As Hell! (1966)

While Johnny Cash has always been a country western icon, I’m not sure if he has ever been as country or as western as he is here…
Mean As Hell is a collection of old western tunes, and damn if it doesn’t play exactly that way. On some of these songs, the only thing missing is a lonesome coyot’ howlin’ in the distance. The disc is as dust covered and spur-janglin’ as every cowboy movie. These songs all feel like they’re being played in an old saloon, at risk of being interrupted by a stranger in town any second. That being said, it is a very specific Johnny Cash album, and pretty far down the list of which record I’d toss on if I’m in the mood for the Man in Black.