#169

Album Week! Album Week 2019! Ugh.

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Today's album will also be selected at random from my CD case and in an identical manner. 

Ratatat's Magnifique, eh? Well. That's pretty easy. Guess I have nothing to grouse about, really.

This album is very creamy. Tracks two, three, five, seven, eight, and nine are the best tracks. Some people might find the structures a touch repetitive, especially in track eight. That's cool. I think it's all good. These dudes make very pleasing sounds, they know good sounds to make.

A good time to listen to this album is when you want to go kind of bonkers but have to sit pretty close to absolutely still. It is of course fine music for the club or bumpin' house party. A good state of mind for this album is a craving for complex flourishes and a desire for electronic tones that sound strained and squeezed out in very pleasing ways, like the notes are escaping situations of extreme smothering pressure to reach your ears and are liquid and graceful and urgent as a result. Water squeezed from someone's cupped palms. Also if you seek beats that rely on light taps and clacks more than thuds and strikes, this and other Ratatat albums are a fine place to look.

Also it is good driving music. 

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Wilco is some of the best driving music. Sky Blue Sky is the exact album for driving a loved one to the airport as the sun is getting ready to come up.

Woo! Bonus album ideas. Value for money.

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Hey! Hey. Notes=Tones. Anagram. That's pretty cool.

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I have things going on that are much more interesting to me than albums right now, but that is actually what Album Week is for; to give the blog a job that isn't to do so much with me. At a juncture in which I could use the privacy and self-protection afforded by placing a project at the center of the wild roll of the dice that is filling in this text field.

Maybe the next one will be a little more high-effort? It's just, the massive advantage of not getting paid by the word or competing with a thousand other greasy musical vultures is getting to just say whatever pops into my head; don't have to drive or puncture sales, match tone, prove anything, or even make a salient point. 

When you get right down to it, there is no need.


--JL