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Record #1029: Japandroids – Celebration Rock (2012)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

Somewhere deep in the wiring of my brain, there are some jumbled up synapses. This is the part of my brain that decides to ignore hype—even when the thing being hyped is squarely in my Q-zone.

This has led to some gaps in my musical knowledge that make no sense. And in the case of Japandroids’ brilliant sophomore record, the exact overlap of my sensibilities are so close to the thing being hyped that you can see a perfect impression around it, like the swimming pool scene in Hollow Man. 

Because friends, there has been a Celebration Rock shaped hole in my life.

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Record #1016: Curve – Dopplegänger (1992)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

Somehow, despite my constant digging and delving into the annals of pop music history, I am still discovering seminal releases, even in my favorite subgenres and eras. When I first heard “Horror Head” in the shoegaze subreddit a few weeks ago, I thought it was a recent release until I dug deeper and found out that Curve were members of the original late 80s/early 90s British scene that birthed Lush, Ride, My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive…you know.

But unlike their peers, Curve got much cozier to electronic influences like dancepop and industrial. The massive walls of guitars are paired with drum machines, samples, and Toni Halladay’s lovely melodicism, creating a genre chimera that transcends its era.

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Record #1014: The Cure – Songs of a Lost World (2024)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

Man, did I get really into the Cure at the right time or what.

Long time readers will remember how long my road to Cure fandom, which trekked from detached respect to casual enjoyment to an explosive burst of superfandom just last year. Across that time, I have mourned many times that I didn’t get into them as a teenager, when their brand of emotional rawness would be the most potent.

But as it turns out, Robert Smith & Co. have a really great handle on middle aged angst as well. Songs of a Lost World offers a profound sense of mortality and gothic romanticism set to as archetypal a Cure Record as could be devised. Continue reading →

Record #1007: U2 – No Line on the Horizon (2009)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

Alright, let’s get the hot take out of the way right out of the gate. This is my favorite U2 record of the ’00s.

It certainly came as a surprise to me. As I was shotgunning their discography in order, the transcendent bliss of their ’90s work came crashing down when I got to All That You Can’t Leave Behind. How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb didn’t do much to change my mind (note: I’ve largely come around on both now). I put on No Line on the Horizon, gritting my teeth to see why the reviews I had read were so unkind.

So imagine my surprise when I ended up enjoying it quite a bit.

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Record #1006: U2 – How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb (2004)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

After the success of 2000’s All That You Can’t Leave Behind, something funny happened. Namely, the Rock Revival, led by bands like The Strokes, Interpol, The Killers, and other students of the early 80s post-punk scene.

U2, themselves members of that original class, looked at the rise of these acts, then back at themselves, and sorta said, “didn’t we used to do that?” They then called up Steve Lillywhite, who produced their first three records, and set off to work on what Bono called “our first rock record,” a statement that’s probably rooted more in self-deprecation than accuracy.

In either case, it worked. It was an immediate commercial success, beloved by critics, and netted the group eight Grammys, as well as a few indelible hits. That said, it’s bogged down by some of the same self-consciousness of its predecessor, even if it is a bit more consistent.

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Record #1004: U2 – Pop (1997)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

After Achtung Baby and Zooropa demolished my prejudices against them, I cast a suspicious glance further down the catalog and said, “I better flippin’ hate Pop.”

Where I had only heard Zooropa used as a punchline, Pop had an even less flattering reputation. Over the years, it has often come up as an example of respected band dropping a real stinker. The band’s own opinions on the record haven’t helped rebut that reputation, and being the last record before All That You Can’t Leave Behind’s alleged return to form, Pop became the scapegoat for U2’s ill-advised detour into dance music. Outside of its accompanying tour, the group has rarely played any of these songs live.

But somehow, despite its reputation among both fans and the band themselves, this is the last great record they made.

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Record #1003: U2 – Zooropa (1993)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

After having my perception of U2’s career shattered by the absolute bombshell that is Achtung Baby, I cast a suspicious glance at Zooropa. The only person I had ever heard speak positively about it said it was the only U2 album they liked, because it sounded nothing like U2. Other than that, it was used as a shorthand for how far the Irish post-punkers-turned-arena-heroes had gone off the rails. And coming online to U2’s existence around the time of All That You Can’t Leave Behind, even the band seemed to treat this record (and their 90s period in general) as an embarrassing and misguided detour.

So you can imagine my surprise when I found out it actually rules pretty hard.

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Record #1002: U2 – Achtung Baby (1991)

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I have always freely admitted that I have some glaring blind spots in my musical knowledge. And some of them are embarrassing. It’s not unusual for me to miss important artists in scenes that I follow closely—sometimes that have even toured with my favorite bands (see: Manchester Orchestra, Touché Amoré).

But what is unusual is ignoring what many regard as the best album from one of my favorite bands.

I had somehow gotten the impression that Achtung Baby was where U2 had jumped the shark. Per the joke I would repeat loudly and often, U2 fell off halfway through The Joshua Tree and never recovered. Somehow, it took until last month for someone to challenge that assertion.

And while Achtung Baby was indeed a massive shift for the band, it wasn’t downward. The group ripped up most of their playbook and radically reinvented themselves, kicking off perhaps their most forward-thinking decade of work.

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Record #1001: U2 – The Joshua Tree (1987)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

There are fixed points in music history. Records that are so singular that they transcend reality and become the thing of myth. For U2, that mythology is The Joshua Tree. While people can debate what their best record is all day, The Joshua Tree is certainly the U2-iest.

All of their tendencies are indulged to satiety. All of their sonic experimentation, spirituality, sociopolitical consciousness, rock and roll historicity, American fetishism, and grand ambitions are at play, without much restraint. It’s not a perfect record—a couple moments just don’t land just right.

But my word, when they do land…

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Record #992: The Flaming Lips – American Head (2020)

/ Nathaniel FitzGerald

Few bands have had the run that The Flaming Lips had between The Soft Bulletin and The Terror. They managed to several albums of remarkably consistent quality while also sounding nothing alike, traversing from baroque symphonic rock to technicolor glam pop to dystopian psych freakout. While you could easily credit their entire body of work as one of the most singular and inventive careers in music, that period is one of my favorite runs of album in any discography.

I’ve lost track since. I said to some friends recently that I missed when The Flaming Lips were good. It’s maybe more accurate to say that I’ve been unable to keep up with the deluge of projects well enough to sort the inconsequential experiments from the proper albums. But out of this haze, American Head emerges with a seismic scope that combines the best parts of their disparate threads into one immense and gorgeous whole.

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