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The Best Albums of 2008 (Honorable Mentions, L-Z)

Little Joy,  s/t
The Mae Shi, HLLLYH
The Magnetic Fields, Distortion
Marnie Stern, This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is That and That Is That
Mount Eerie, Lost Wisdom
The Mountain Goats, Heretic Pride
Nat Baldwin, Most Valuable Player
Nico Muhly, Mothertongue
Oneida, Preteen Weaponry
Paavoharju, Laulu Laakson Kukista
Parts & Labor, Receivers
Portishead, Third
School of Language, Sea From Shore
Shearwater, Rook
Subtle, ExitingARM
Sun Kil Moon, April
Thomas Function, Celebration
TV on the Radio, Dear Science
Vampire Weekend, s/t
Vetiver, Thing of the Past
Vivian Girls, s/t
The Week That Was, s/t


more Nico Muhly, and Final Fantasy
August 27, 2008, 10:24 am
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Good morning reading and listening: Carl Wilson, lead music critic of Toronto’s Globe & Mail and author of the much-discussed book about Celine Dion’s Let’s Talk About Love album (which yielded one of the better articles I’ve written so far), has a new post on his blog about Nico Muhly. It’s more informative than mine, and the post contains a new song by Final Fantasy, a/k/a Arcade Fire’s violinist Owen Pallett. Delve with me.

Nico Muhly, Mothertongue
August 25, 2008, 8:53 am
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Nico Muhly is 27 years old, and is already a sought-after and increasingly hip modern classical musician. His day job, as of February at least, is as a sort of technical assistant in Phillip Glass’s studio. A recent New Yorker profile portrays him much like one would a modern teenager: he chats on the web while he composes, finds inspiration in Youtube videos and more arcane tchotchkes. He comes off as a voracious and almost indiscriminate consumer of information, a habit he has a bad habit of contextualizing. (He seems more genial in this much shorter interview, so perhaps it was a framing issue.)

His new album, Mothertongue, is in a way a pretty literal take on what seems to be his personality. It’s comprised of three very different suites. The first, the four-track “Mothertongue,” is dominated by a glittering widescreen composition and a soprano vocalist reciting a rapid-fire series of numbers and words that overlap and collide at random. It’s overwhelming in a strange way, easy to dismiss but you’d rather try and dig a little deeper (where you find little but more chaos). Three-part “Wonders” is all bloated horns, classical organ, and a new, more sober voice reciting (I think) an old travel narrative. For the wayward indie fan, it’s “The Only Tune” suite that will suck you in, if you can make it that far. Sam Amidon sings the story of a girl drowning after her sister pushes her into a river, and a man who drags her out of the water and turns her body into a fiddle. A gruesome story given the ache of tragedy, the story is the most explicit rendering of the album’s theme of journeying. “Mothertongue” is a wandering through chaos, “Wonders” through the past, and “The Only Tune” through our bodies and into something else. (Amidon practically births the suite, beginning the story over and over again, adding one word at a time to great effect.)

Ultimately, it’s satisfying that Mothertongue begins with its most “difficult” song and ends with its most pleasant. It’s harder to look at Muhly’s compositions as overstuffed or pretentious when they come to such an evocative, lovely end.

I’ll hopefully have more to say about Muhly soon. Apparently his website offers loads of mp3s of his other works, and there are a couple of other indie/modern classical albums I’ve been meaning to spend more time with (Kingdom Shore’s …and all the dogs to shark and Max Richter’s 24 Postcards in Full Color), so be on the lookout.