I thought this year would go  much differently.  All the bands that I love were releasing albums this year, I thought I'd see them all here.  But Children of Bodom returned to their classical ways at the expense of hooks and In Flames made album of mediocre radio-friendly snorers.  Opeth's album is solid, and has some great songs (Burden, The Lotus Eater), but lacks the overall memorability that marks their previous efforts.

This was definitely the year for black metal Pink Floyd worship.  I thought Nachtmystium had taken the cake with Black Meddle, opening with a cover of One of These Days.  Then Enslaved reminded us why they're the kings of experimental black metal.  They take floydian harmonies into dark realms they've never seen before, but retain the darkness and dirtiness that made their straight black metal efforts so great.

Burst and Cynic are the kings of progressive metal this year.  As impressive as Cynic's reunion is after 14 years, Burst's album is perfect.  Each of the songs holds a very specific place in the album.  The fierceness of it is something that's been missing from prog, since Metallica abandoned their long form efforts.  The drama, too, reminds me of the classic metal that came from Cliff Burton and Dave Mustaine, it's not like Gojira, where you're pummeled with one sound for an hour - Lazarus bird swings from beautiful intro into full assault into spacey breakdown, uncoiling and tightening, and never losing your attention.  Meanderthal is a similarly tight effort, in a different way: the album is metal, but all of the songs are hook-laden pop songs that stick in your head and won't leave.  They'd be radio friendly, if mainstream metal existed in any way that wasn't insulting to the genre.

5: Nachtmystium - Assassins: Black Meddle Pt. 1
4: Torche - Meanderthal
3: Enslaved - Vertebrae
2: Cynic - Traced in Air
1: Burst - Lazarus Bird

Top 5 non-metal albums

I know, it's a weird distinction.  Nonetheless, combining my favorite metal albums into this list would result in a very odd top 10, that would only hold value for people very close to my musical taste.  Cloud Cult's most epic album to date needs to be recognized in a stronger way.  Their secular mythologies (he served us communion of cola and twinkies), fit the sound perfectly.  It's absurdly artsy, but in a good way.  Why?, too, is overly artsy with his prose, set against an organic hip-hop background of xylophones and simple drum kits.  The songs suck you in, seeming bigger than the sparce instrumentation that holds them.

Nine Inch Nails released 2 albums as free downloads this year.  While The Slip is easily passed off as Radiohead-wannabe-marketing, Ghosts squarely frames all of the issues with what the recording industry has become.  Not only does the first quarter play loss-leader to the remaining 3 parts, but the music itself would never be released on a major label.  The songs are short experiments, hanging pieces of the various incarnations of NIN, the acoustic intimacy of Still, the angry glitch of their heyday, and the dark groove of the last few years.  The songs play against each other, any sense of atmosphere is gone, you're forced to pay attention to each piece individually.  A record company would want a single, and they would want similar songs to sit near each other to form some coherent whole, some marketable aesthetic.  The album isn't about that, it's about experimentation, and experimentation doesn't sell.  Except it did, to NIN fans, many like me, who've wanted to see Trent flex his writing outside of pop formulas.

Fleet Foxes and Dengue Fever belong to a resurgence of psychadelia, both in warm happy tones (especially as compared to the floyd worship referenced above).  The aesthetic is certainly pop, but not in a formulaic sense.  Fleet Foxes rely on complex harmonies and lush instrumentation, crafting music that's endlessly interesting, while staying hook-y and memorable.  Dengue Fever writes Cambodian pop ditties, led by an iconic female voice, but the songs wind far afield.

5: Dengue Fever - Venus on Earth
4: Fleet Foxes - (s/t)
3: Why? - Alopecia
2: Nine Inch Nails - Ghosts I - IV
1: Cloud Cult - Feel Good Ghosts

Top 5 EP's

EP's are a weird space - Some of these bands (Mogwai, The Gaslight Anthem, Jesu) released full albums that either had too much filler, or just lacked the punch of the EP tracks.  Agalloch and Cassettes Won't Listen just left me begging for more.  Agalloch's EP shows their neo-folk influences without their black metal ones.  The White EP is finely tuned, including the paired Birch White/Birch Black.  Unfortunately the EP is truly limited edition, it's completely out of print and unavailable.  The Gaslight Anthem's gruff vocals over catchy punk sound marries perfectly to their increasingly Americana/nostalgic songs on Senor and the Queen.  Unfortunately, The '59 Sound, released later this year, relies too heavily on classic storytelling, and waffles in mediocre.  Mogwai's Batcat EP snatches the heaviest song from Hawk is Howling, and adds a collaboration with Roky Erikson that's absolutely beautiful.  Their full length doesn't have the punch that this EP has, or that Mr. Beast had.   Jesu tends to be too precious in large doses, but paired against the heaviest output from Battle of Mice, they make sense.

5: Mogwai - Batcat
4: Jesu/Battle of Mice split
3: The Gaslight Anthem - Senor and the Queen
2: Cassettes Won't Listen - Small Time Machine
1: Agalloch - The White EP

Songs To Check Out:

1. Cassettes Won't Listen - Paper Float
2. Battle of Mice - The Bishop
3. Cloud Cult - When Water Comes To Life
4. Agalloch - Birch White
5. Dengue Fever - Tiger Phone Card
6. Burst - We Watched The Silver Rain
7. Torche - Across The Shields
8. Why? - The Hollows
9. Cynic - Evolutionary Sleeper (live)
10. The Gaslight Anthem - Senor and the Queen

We arrived on wednesday, and after picking up badges, I went straight over to Mohawk for The Forms. The show was nice and open, since most people still hadn't arrived yet, and the venue was ample for those who had. The weather was beautiful, the set was great, and Mohawk had some of the best sound all week. I caught 4 bands before The Forms went on, and all of them were at least interesting. I find it sad that there are so many bands out there that I'd enjoy, and yet there's no radio station that manages to find them. No matter, the internets are better for everything. The Forms played a great set, and it was the best show I saw until Sunday.

Meeting up with the wifest again, we headed off to catch Why? at Emo's. The picture above is from Thursday, when we caught them again outdoors. They played a different set at each of their three shows, which probably makes their first one the best, since that's where they played "The Hollows", which I now realize I like disproportionately more than the rest of their stuff. Okkervil River with Roky Erickson was much more of Roky's crowd than Okkervil's, being at the Austin Music Awards and all. I'm not completely writing off Okkervil, but they're hanging by a thread.

Thursday: Shout Out Louds, Weakerthans, High on Fire

We queued up just early enough for the NPR showcase at The Parish, we were the last 2 people in before the guest-listers. The Shout Out Louds came on before Jens Lekman, who we were there to see, but had much better sound, and much more of a show to give.

The rest of the afternoon, I spent moderating comments from a certain post on my work blog, until I went out to meet the wifest for Weakerthans & DeVotchKa. The Cedar Street venue is pretty cool, although my blackberry's camera didn't do it (like so many things this weekend) any justice at all. Nonetheless, I ran off to check out High on Fire. I'd had hopes of catching Municipal Waste as well, but Emo's Annex was running closer to on time than Cedar Street, so I missed them. Hight on firesound more similar to mastodon than they actually are, live. The show was much thrashier than anything else I saw this week.

Friday: Division Day, Cloud Cult, Clouds

Ironically, despite the names of the bands, it was clear, sunny, and well into the 90's on friday. This made the trek over to Waterloo Records for Division Day pretty painful, but they made it worth my while. Their synth-emo was the right kind of dreamy to be seeing in the middle of a record store.

Afterwards, I walked all the way back to Emo's Annex for Why?, and was pleasantly surprised by Cloud Cult beforehand. They had a painter on stage, and played cool noisy experimental stuff. their forthcoming album (for sale at the show) doesn't really capture the dynamics and explosiveness of the live show. I'll definately be checking them out more, though.

For the night show, I decided that I'd had enough of standing in lines, and I'd try to stay in one place. The Hydrahead showcase is exactly what I wanted - Stephen Brodsky (masquerading as a misspelled Stove Bredsky), Clouds, and a patio to smoke on. I first walked in during some very space-y "experimental" set, which quickly caused me to go take a smoke break. The patio was filled with metalheads, for the "It's GRIM up North" Showcase. Turns out Goat the Head was about to start. The guys walked on caked in mud or blood, and wearing only diapers loincloths. Except the singer who wore pelts, and growled non-stop, doing his best to sound like this. I love metal, but sometimes you just have to laugh.

I came back in to find Stephen Brodsky playing guitar on stage, by himself. Rather than playing the very chill, very acoustic stuff from his recent solo records, he played stripped down versions of Cave In songs. Mostly from "Tides of Tomorrow", the EP that's not as inventive as Jupiter, or as pop as Antenna, released between the two. It was a really great fit.

His sometimes bandmate's band, Clouds, came on next, and played a great show. They don't so much mix stoner metal and hardcore, as they veer wildly between the two. It's a very easy type of music for me to listen to: it's intense, but it has great melody, and surprising harmonies from the 3 vocalists, who trade off songs and verses. It's crunchy and fast, and just damn good.

Saturday: The Gaslight Anthem, David Bazan, Cassettes Won't Listen

I'd tried to catch The Gaslight Anthem earlier, but there'd been a last-minute lineup change, and I wound up with a $10 tab, and an earful of some band from the Spiderman soundtrack. It was quite a contrast to the Austinist/Gothamist Showcase on wednesday that made such a great opening to the weekend. Anyway, back to Gaslight - I love those guys, and the show was just as fun as I'd imagined. Well, for their part, at least. The audience was mostly pre-teen girls, which I think was as surprising to them as it was to me, prompting jokes about braces and spring break. I think of Gaslight in the same vein as Sparta or later Hot Water Music, so I didn't think I'd feel that old.

Amongst the swag we picked up at registration, there was a card for a blackberry-based music store. There nothing I was interested in, save for a lone Pedro the Lion EP, in amongst mainstream and christian crap. Early Saturday evening, I'd queued up for Jaymay at Maggie Mae's. By the time The Wifest and Harry showed up, 6^th st. Was a zoo, since the line for the rooftop was inextricably mixed with our line. Chatting with our newfound friends-in-line, I found out David Bazan was playing upstairs, and changed my plans. David is an incredibly talented writer, and not much is lost with the transition from Pedro The Lion to solo singer/songwriter.

Cassettes Won't Listen closed out my weekend. I suffered through Tiger City beforehand, a little worried that I'd misjudged CWL. Turns out he was exactly what I wanted to see before going home. There are plenty of electronic one-man-bands that are painful to see live, because they're either mostly just playing a pre-recorded set, since they can't do it all at once, or they're so intently hunched over their laptop as to make it pointless to not just pre-record it. (*cough* four tet *cough*). CWL was the shining example of what a one-man show should be. He started out with his sampler and keyboard, building the introduction, looping and sampling himself as he went, building to the point that he could move to the mic, pull up his guitar, and just deliver. The songs were brilliant, and his performance carried the subtlety that I love about his music.

A brilliant end to a great show. You can check out more crappy phone pictures on my flickr stream, if you're into that kinda thing .