We make mistakes. Sometimes as a group, sometimes by ourselves. Wherever on the spectrum of yelling to silence, the healing process requires admission, and that's where this year's music lives.
Something is wrong, so let's talk about it.
Jacob has been all over the place lately. A few years back his debut album was #10 on my list, and it took some convincing, because it was a little childish at times, but the potential was there. Well, fast forward til today and you'd be hard pressed to find someone who more lived up to their potential. This year, he released an EP, which eschews most of his classic maximalism. I wouldn't say I prefer it, but I do enjoy it. It's still Jacob, just quieter.
As usual, Christian Berishaj has no business being as soulful as he is. Heals Me is a spanish love letter written by a guy from Detroit who doesn't speak spanish. And yet, beauty prevails. JMSN has been on my top 10 a number of times, but every entry is well-deserved. Never one to rest on his previous work, this album is novel in its execution but familiar in its approach.
I know Lana Del Rey has a lock on Americana but Jade Bird has the voice of women's suffrage, just 50 years too late. Somewhere in between Florence & The Machine and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, this year's album doubles down on and refines the good parts of 2019's. If there's any complaint it's that it's a very specific sound, and at 15 tracks long you do get tired of it, but that could be a plus in someone else's book so I won't hold it against her.
Sun beamin. Despite Flower Boy reacclimating my perspective, I still won't champion Tyler's ethos. His musical taste is excellent as always, and his work outside of music has been prolific; he is the flower child of Kanye and Pharrell. But as much as I gravitate to the French fabric and German rallys, he is still aggressively perverse. I don't hate him for it, but I can't hold him any higher than this.
This is my 2nd or 3rd favorite album of his, yet the first one to make the list. Consider it a make up call. Every year I think "I really like this album", but newer, shinier things come sweep me off my feet. Within a year the shiny has lost its luster and I end up jamming Mac again, as well should you. Just put it on and drive, and don't worry about anything else.
At this point, Adele is a fine wine. This year she has notes of Sade, James Blake, Rihanna, Tina Turner, Robin Thicke, Elton John, Snoh Aalegra, and Marian Hill. It's still technically a pop album, so not every song hits for me, but when Adele gets it right, she really gets it right. Just sip and enjoy.
If you're new to Yebba, think "folksy Adele". This album is definitely indicative of her sound, but it's a weird one yet and still. When you try to remember how it sounds, it all kind of blends together. The instrumental palette is fairly consistent throughout the album, and each song changes so much that sometimes they feel indistinguishable, yet, somehow, that doesn't detract from the experience. I remember the body of work fondly, despite not being able to name everything I remember. You know, art.
I'm not going to explain Billie Eilish to you.
(PS that goldwing intro is one of the prettiest things my ears have ever heard.)
If you didn't remember Clairo from previous years' reviews, I'd forgive you. She's not a household name, she doesn't have any smash hits, and her voice isn't crazy. She's a reserved girl with an innocent voice that makes hopeful, youthful songs. I have no business liking her as much as I do. But for whatever reason, she just does it for me.
Last we left it, I was sincerely hoping he'd get Paula back. Well, a lot of life has happened since then. I don't envy what it took to get there, but I sincerely hope that by 45, my life contains enough joy and appreciation that I can make something that feels like this.