The Best Albums of 2019

Here’s the best music of 2019, according to Emacs, which has carefully tallied what I’ve been listening to:

Sam Amidon

I See The Sign

Meat Beat Manifesto

Opaque Couche

Coil

Swanyard

Various

Third Noise Principle (Formative North American Electronica 1975-1984)

Brigid Mae Power

The Bones You Keep Close

Lucy Roleff

Left Open in a Room

The Volume Settings Folder

Laguna

Various

Nigeria 70 (No Wahala: Highlife, Afro-Funk & Juju 1973-1987)

Afrodeutsche

Break Before Make

Christoph de Babalon

Hectic Shakes

Kronos Quartet

Terry Riley: Sun Rings

It’s a bit difficult to do a play-based ranking this year, because I’ve just bought way too much stuff, so there just hasn’t been time to listen to everything…

There wasn’t really any single stand-out new album this year (except the Amidon album), just a bunch of new music that’s good and interesting and stuff.

Here’s the best old albums I’ve bought in 2019, and once again Bright Phoebus by Lal and Mike Waterson won, because I bought a new version of it: This time the vinyl version that had to be withdrawn because the copyright holders demanded it be destroyed. But I got a copy from ebay! Hah!

Haxors’r’us.

Lal & Mike Waterson

Bright Phoebus

Sam Amidon

All Is Well

Various

Oscarsongs

Blue Iverson

Hotep

Joe Jackson

Live 1980-86

Mia Doi Todd

Pink Sun EP

New Order

Movement: Remaster

Various

For Discos Only

A Certain Ratio

acr:box

Don Cherry

Brown Rice

NFLX2019 December 24th: Como Caído del Cielo

Como Caído del Cielo. José Pepe Bojórquez. 2019. ☆☆★★★★

A Mexican movie? I think this is the first one I’ve seen in this blog series?

So the plot is that a dead guy’s er spirit gets to take over a dying guy’s body. Hilarity should ensue, but doesn’t really. Instead they go right to the new guy trying to fuck the dead guy’s wife (without her knowing, of course), and it all starts seeming kinda rapey and creepy.

But then… it kinda swerves around that point and becomes kinda sweet. It’s wildly uneven, though.

The performances are fine, and it’s well-made, but it just kinda… just keeps rolling along without finding purchase.

OK, it’s pretty bad.

This post is part of the NFLX2019 blog series.

NFLX2019 December 20th: The Two Popes

The Two Popes. Fernando Meirelles. 2019. ☆☆☆★★★

Oh, fuck. This is that Catholic propaganda movie?

Gah.

OK, perhaps it’s watcheable anyway? I mean, the Riefenstahl movie was pretty good. This is also one of the few Netflix movies that has gotten some attention in the media, so it’s a movie Netflix has pushed hard, I guess.

While typing this, I’m five minutes in, and it seems like it’s made in a typical mockumentary fashion…

I’m shocked that the movie isn’t in English. Perhaps that’ll change once they get past the preliminaries?

OK, this is pretty funny. I was totally prejudiced to loathe this movie somehow, but the first fifteen minutes, at least, is pretty fresh.

Oh right, this isn’t The New Pope:

Ooops.

Like I guessed, when we get past the fun opening, and we get to the scenes where the two popes talk to each other, they switch to English… and things become tedious as fuck.

I think you’d have to be religious to enjoy this dreck.

I’ve seen reviews gush about how marvellous the actors are. Hopkins is sleepwalking through it all, while Pryce is doing a Fantasy Wonderful Pope thing (very well). It’s Catholic fan fiction.

I don’t want to spoil the plot, but *shock* it turns out that Ratzinger was kinda a dweeb, but the new pope, Bergoglio, is totally cool.

No! Really! You don’t say!

But he’s a good director. He even manages to make Bergoglio’s behaviour during the Junta seem like personal travails and not cowardice. It’s a magnificent feat, and I guess that for many people that’s what makes this movie something other than two boring people talking to each other about boring stuff.

But that’s what it is. It’s ten minutes of extremely talented emotional audience manipulation, and nine hours of boredom.

Pryce is great, though.

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NFLX2019 December 13th: 6 Underground

6 Underground. Michael Bay. 2019. ☆☆☆☆☆☆

Huh! It’s that guy from Deadpool! In a plane! And now he faked crashing the plane! And now they’re in a car chase! Is this the best movie ever? And the car chase is in Italy! And now there’s guns! There’s somebody in the back seat doing surgery to remove some bullets! Now there’s more car chase! Now they crashed into a food cart! EXPLOSIONS! Witty repartee from the Deadpool guy! Now there’s a helicopter joining the car chase! Dick jokes! More explosions! EVERYTHING”S EXPLODING ALL THE TIME!

THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER

This is Michael Bay at his most unhinged. It’s methtacularific. It’s his auteur movie. There’s shots from inside the bullet wounds! When two watermelons strike each other, there’s an explosion! There’s never been a movie like this before. Who knew that Bay was held back by the studios and we’d never seen just how crazy he is before? I feel like a new school of film criticism has to be established to properly evaluate this movie, but that’s probably because I’ve just read that book translating articles from Cahiers de Cinema from the 50s.

Bay is so detail oriented. There’s all these itsy-bitsy perfect little things in every one of these over-the-top scenes (like the assholes wearing Stone Island sweaters). It’s hard to even contemplate how much coke was snorted during the editing and compositing of this movie. I can just picture Bay shouting at the editor for weeks FUCK YEAH! FUCK! MORE! FUCK! YEAH!!!

It’s hilarious.

If I have anything negative to say about this movie, it’s that the soundtrack is lame. It’s mostly bits from Now That’s What I Call Standard Generic Tense Movie Music vol XVIII, and then there’s the occasional generic, boring rock track. It should have used Chicago Footwork or something. Something more… brutal.

Even the small Portishead snipped felt all wrong. The scenes where they used dubstep worked fine.

And weirdly (or perhaps not), my other quibble is also sound-related: It’s frequently difficult to hear what the actors are saying. And they’re often saying funny, surprising, over-the-top stuff (well, everything about this movie is excessive), so it’s really annoying not being able to hear them half of the time. (So I switched the subtitles on halfway through, which is why there aren’t as many shots from the last half of this movie, but it continues looking as awesome as the first half does.)

Seeing this while drunk or high (or both) is probably a good idea, but this really is something else. It’s sui generis. This is where the future starts:

A migraine headache in cinematic form.

This post is part of the NFLX2019 blog series.