10. holly herndon - proto
i honestly haven’t listened to this in a few months but it left a decent lasting impression on me. chasmal electronic musical with choirs that makes it sound like the soundtrack to a futuristic dystopia. a good appetiser for next year for those of us who still haven’t listened to the miss anthropocene leak
9. freddie gibbs - bandana
in a year where everyone is still freaking out over kanye’s culture death (lyrical eulogies include lana and jpegmafia), it’s nice to hear an old-school rap album that isn’t hung up on innovation or pretence. i think that feeling emerges both in its sound and construction; the purity of a rapper just rapping over some cool beats is so deliciously old school that it fills me with some warmth while everyone freaks out over blonde kanye.
8. charli xcx - charli
charli may have not obtained the commercial success she aimed for, but i think she got what she wanted in making an album that was widely talked about and, at times, divisive. there’s no denying that charli is inconsistent, and my opinion of it is probably higher than others’ due to me erasing the likes of white mercedes and blame it on your love from memory. however, if we’re really at a place where an album like charli, which contains the likes of shake it and click, can be considered a stab at the mainstream, then i’m happy with how far pop music has come - and a lot of it is thanks to artists like charli. charli is a great album - it delivers on the industrial chaos of pop 2 while successfully blending with more accessible songs. even if there are one or two duds, you’d be hard pressed to find another artist who can make songs like cross you out and gone which satisfy the mainstream and segue easily into the likes of 2099. anyone who thinks too seriously about charli is really taking it for granted - it’s 2019 and we get to live in that alternate universe where AG is producing commercial-adjacent pop music with an artist like charli at the helm. and for that, i am forever grateful.
7. kelela - aquaphoria
as more decade-end lists have filtered onto the internet, i think it’s becoming increasingly apparent that take me apart is the most underrated album of the decade. likewise, kelela continues to prove how underrated an artist she is by flaunting her versatility with aquaphoria. here, kelela exchanges the futuristic r&b of take me apart for a more meditative sound, where kelela’s presence enters and dissipates like raindrops silently hitting the surface of a pond. aquaphoria doesn’t have that fully-formed, complex architecture of take me apart, but it feels all the more serene and fluid for it. more than anything, it feels like an artist dabbling in something new, and it’s a direction i’d love to see kelela pursue further in the future.
6. d. tiffany - rarez
in retrospect, 2019 was about two things for me - the stripped back sounds of house of sugar, norman ****ing rockwell and magdalene, versus a taste for female fronted electronic in d. tiffany, roza terenzi and kelly lee owens. rarez is one of those few albums that successfully bridges a dj set with a good, isolated album experience, where songs are crafted with care and a dextrous touch that, frankly, only a woman could bring. it’s also filled that hole while i wait for kelly lee owens to come back.
5. angel olsen - all mirrors
i feel like whenever angel olsen comes out with something new, different or unexpected the knee-jerk reaction is “wow, who knew that angel olsen was actually cool and different?” which i think is a pretty damning reflection of how hard it is for a female indie artist to get the credit she deserves. angel olsen is ****ing cool and she knows how to expertly craft a record with chasmal vocals, dramatic strings and dancing synths that aren’t there to show you how cool angel olsen is, but how she knows how to make a damn good album. it would be nice to think that all mirrors is some in-joke forcing us to raise a mirror to ourselves and consider what what we really think of angel olsen and female artists in the indie sphere in general. i’m not sure it is, but i like to pretend.
4. solange - when i get home
solange has always been considered the esoteric knowles sister in comparison to the mass appeal of beyonce, but when i get home is when solange really pushes on showing the world her USP. when i get home is filled with small idiosyncrasies and touches that make it feel like an artist just playing around and having fun. i feel like a lot of people don’t appreciate solange’s versatility and evolution enough, from bittersweet blood orange sunset on true, to the elegant and articulate asatt, to the eclectic and often cryptic when i get home. unlike asatt, solange doesn’t so much promote discussion as she just wills the audience to sit back and enjoy a visceral listening experience, the only question being asked that, once she gets home, where will she go next?
3. lana del rey - norman ****ing rockwell!
in a year where greta thunberg was named time’s person of the year and australia erupted in flames while the rest of the world froze, lana offered her most poignant farewell yet - a farewell to a stupid boyfriend, to culture and to the world as we know it. among other things, i suppose NFR succeeds where other lana albums may have faltered not so much in what it has, but more so in what it leaves behind. the absence of born to die’s maximalism and grandeur leaves a certain sparseness which allows the audience to fully contemplate the hole left behind by what once was. venice bitch evaporates into a cloudless california sky, mariner’s apartment complex floats away on a coastal wind, while the album’s final farewell and gentle rumination about the future, hope is a dangerous thing, falls delicately like a tea light touching the surface of the water, before drifting out over the waves and into the night, flickering in the far distance until it fades to black. there’s a silence that follows, and it might be the loudest i’ve heard all year.
2. fka twigs - magdalene
in the past, twigs has been that hit and miss artist who, while having some interesting concepts, often opted for style over substance. conversely, magdalene was a slap in the face, not least for its title being a direct mockery of all the people who credit the successes of a woman to a man, but also for stripping back the layers of twigs until all that’s left is a voice that is undoubtedly hers and hers alone. the paranoia from the likes of video girl is all the more elevated here; there’s a cavernous quality to magdalene which amplifies every passing electronic murmur and glitch breakdown. it feels like a weightless, apocalyptic world where twigs’ voice is a central gravitational axis to the production tics and flourishes which pass like celestial bodies. this is the sound of a woman hanging in the balance as gracefully as an aerial performer dangling from a rope; it captures a tragic beauty so perfect and fragile that it can’t be destined for anything other than doom.
1. (sandy) alex g - house of sugar
i suppose this year was a success-story for folk[-adjacent] music, and none were as enchanting as house of sugar - a shimmering aurora of cinnamon daydreams and whispering pine forests. there’s a visceral aspect of alex’s music that i’ve always enjoyed, and house of sugar provided me with that soft sense of escapism when i needed it - a shot of crystallised sweetness on demand. the end of the decade always provides a contemplative springboard for the future and what it can bring, but it’s nice to know that, wherever we go from here, locked in 2019 will be house of sugar. with a few plucks of a guitar falling like a path of breadcrumbs, calling us back to that cozy place we call home.