My Top Ten Albums Of 2020

So, 2020 then? A year where nobody was having fun, apart from members of the government at the expense of people’s lives but let’s keep this light, yeah? Despite the troubles, the pandemic had an amazing soundtrack to it. There were so many hours spent cleaning the house to these artists and without gigs that’s as rock n’ roll as things got in my life. Here are my top 10 albums of the year and firstly, my playlist of the year:

10: LIELA MOSS -WHO THE POWER

“There was always abandon, there was always deception”

The Duke Spirit singer changed direction with immense effect as she used her husky tones for eighties synth tinged doom anthems in place of the bluesy rock. It takes a few listens to fully access the landscapes she has conjured up. Deep bass and heavy drums add to an overall mood of sorrow. That’s not to say there aren’t catchy moments, opener Turn Your Back Around is sublime and Atoms At Me is a relentless anthem. Just don’t think I Think We’re Alone now style eighties.


9: IDLES – ULTRA MONO

“Fuck you, I’m a lover”

The Bristol snowflakes continue to be an avalanche. IDLES wear their punk principles on their chest but slay with kindness. Mostly. “Not a single thing has ever been mended / by you standing there and saying you’re offended” Joe growls on the viscous Grounds, Model Village is a fun tirade against small town mentality and The Lover is a gloriously self-indulgent rant against the band’s critics. Nobody is safe from the bands glare, even themselves. While it’s fair to say their verses are getting a bit samey, the musicianship has developed further. Their future is bright but they’re the kind of band that will purposefully fuck it up. Enjoy them while you can.


8:BUGEYE – READY STEADY BANG

“Electric fever sensation!”

Bugeye are exactly what 2020 needed. A pop punk disco band that’ll shake off your worries. With their ragged guitars and tinkly keyboards they could just easily be sent from 1995 to come save us. You’ll hear Elastica and you’ll hear Sonic The Hedgehog (yes, Sonic the Hedgehog) but Bugeye’s ability to write an earworm is all their own. Ready Steady Bang is so fun that it could ignite a Britpop revival all of it’s own. Every song is a banger.


7: THE BLINDERS – FANTASIES OF A STAY AT HOME PSYCHOPATH

“I am a gentle man of considerable charm and violence”

The Blinders developed their sound with album number two. They got darker, dirtier and grimier but not in the Stormzy sense. A lot of these songs sound as if they were written with the next series of Peaky Blinders in mind. They would and probably will fit into Small Heath perfectly, especially the opening Something Wicked This Way Comes which is only missing a Nick Cave vocal. Mule Track kicks likes one and Forty Days And Forty Nights charges along with all the energy of Arthur Shelby on his way to the drug dealer. Whatever The Blinders plan to to next, it’ll be interesting for sure. Perhaps the Call The Midwife soundtrack?


6: DREAM NAILS – DREAM NAILS

“One day we’ll make you pay”

This debut album flies by with ambition and ferocity not often heard. In just 25 minutes Dream Nails fight through issues such as toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, transgender politics and the suckiness of capitalism. To name just some. While there’s justified anger in the likes of Payback, a rage Against The Maschine style assault on the senses and the closer Kiss My Fist (“do you want us your screen / do you want to hear us scream”) there is also a lot of fun at play. Swimming Pool, a pisstake of fifies rock n’ roll being a prime example.


5: DOVES – THE UNIVERSAL WANT

“I feel your presence pressing on a nerve”

No band should return with this much splendor after such a hiatus. After eleven years Doves returned to a world very different from 2009. Not just because there’s a pandemic on but because the music industry is unrecognisable from eleven years ago. Yet, with their brand of soothing and soulful anthems Doves just slotted right back in. They felt just like home. Yes, the general formula remains but they’ve excelled themselves with what could be their strongest collection yet. The swirling and atmospheric For Tomorrow might even excel The Cedar Room. It is THAT good. Cycle of Hurt pangs with huge regrets as a beautiful guitar melody floats around it reassuringly. Like a comfort blanket to help with all the hurt. That’s Doves in 2020. WE didn’t just welcome them back, they welcomed us in..

4: FALSE HEADS – IT’S ALL THERE BUT YOU’RE DREAMING

“The loser leaves in a body bag”

Post punk and grunge combine with exhilarating results. The London trio’s debut is a brash, confident take and injected an energy into a 2020 where EVERYTHING took longer (shopping, working, crying etc). Rabbit Hole is cavalcade of riffs piled on existential angst. Wrap Up is a filthy dirge with added screeching solos. Ink makes it’s mark with an infectious chorus. Fall Around has an almost ditty like quality as they proclaim the Queen to be dead. A riotous album, the kind that some claim aren’t being made nowadays. They are, it’s just not enough people are listening.


3: JAMES DEAN BRADFIELD – EVEN IN EXILE

“Bondaged citizens make the best revolutions”

A concept album from the Manics frontman (with lyrics by Patrick Jones) about the Chilean musician, poet and activist Victor Jara. Even In Exile could easily have been a Manic Street Preachers album, in fact let’s just say it’s their official thirteenth album instead of Resistance Is Futile! Bradfield’s voice bring more gravitas to an already huge life story and it is done with affection and compassion. Recalling Jara’s music with a cover of La Partida, his political stance with the solemn There’ll Come A War and his family life on Without Knowing The End (Joans’s Song) – “I lived, I danced, I loved and I fought / This life I had to defend”. Thirty Thousand Milk Bottles is a celebratory stomp despite the subject at hand. Bradfield’s voice sound incredible but it’s worth noting his exceptional guitar work too. Here he does things unheard in the Manics. A resounding musical and political achievement in 2020 and we didn’t get much of the latter did we?


2: THE BIG MOON – WALKING LIKE WE DO

“Days like this I forget my darkness”

Walking Like We do is literally a bright light shining in the dark sky so The Big Moon have never been so aptly named. As far as we know they haven’t flashed their bums at anyone anyway. Their second album is like laying down in a silk sheet of musical beauty. Is that a thing IKEA sell? These are lovingly crafted songs, not just in the hooks and melodies but in the lyrical attention to detail. The guitars have been toned down for a more synth based collection but that is not to their detriment. It’s Easy Then has a choir like chant of a chorus and Waves is a relationship breakdown put to a lullaby, Holy Roller has a darker edge involving porno sites and red wine (“I’m gonna start a religion / Something to keep my hands busy”). Barcelona might be the stand out in a packed field of quality. It’s a song about a friend leaving for Spain. The lyrics of “I’m at the party wondering if it’s alright / For me to toast her future and drink heavy for mine” sum up the album succinctly -melancholia and joy together in harmony. And oh, what harmonies.


1: BLACK FOXXES – BLACK FOXXES

“THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO GO OUTSIDE!”

Triumph from the jaws of defeat and yet, in the best possible way, it still sounds like adversity. Black Foxxes looked to be over after the three piece lost a bassist and a drummer. Frontman Mark Holley surveyed the ruins and built from the ground. New band members came in and with album number three Black Foxxes have never sounded so vital. Musically there is a spring in their step as they push boundaries. Holley’s words however, are adrift from the new positivity. I Am builds from stark beginnings, an insular anthem howling “I AM ALONE!” before it kicks in and immediately drifts back into the abyss at the end. Sister song Badlands ups the ante, twisting the knife into a self-hate rage fest that pounds and pounds for eight minutes. Each second the guitars feel heavier and the tension more unbearable. The shouted refrain of “Now is not the time to go outside, now is not the time to go outside!” couldn’t be more 2020, In fact, as a mood board of the year just lay these nine songs out. The ambient Panic softly lulls you into a false sense of security before having an electronic meltdown. Swim is fucking glorious. Discordant strums mixed with soothing harmonies that surges into incredible soloing. Pacific is a brass led stunner, Think Morcheeba – until it breaks into a fit that sounds like Nirvana falling down the stairs. The Diving Bell is the final punch to the gut. A nine minute monster that cheekily claims “We can do better” You don’t think they can and then that heavy as fuck moment changes the mood. Black Foxxes will leave you exhilarated and overwhelmed. You’ll love every moment. Stay inside and play loud.

THE DRONECOMING: Muse, Exeter Great Hall – Live Review

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This ad lib Psycho tour was announced just a week ago causing fans a mental meltdown the size of Eurasia in the process. In a bid to get “back to their roots” they are playing venues the size of the ones they last played back in 2001 (yes, makes us feel old doesn’t it?). For the Exeter date they are not only mentally retracing steps but physically also, playing their first homecoming show in six years. This is a much needed chance for fans to see them out of their regular stadium habitat. An 1800 capacity is akin to looking in the face of melodrama and literally seeing the whites of its eyes. There are no spaceships. There are no orchestras. There is no Mork calling Orson. There isn’t even a piano.

And so it begins, to a rumbling of ecstatic cheers THAT sixteen year old riff kicks in like the friend we know it to be and the place is as one, bouncing, chanting and shouting to a song we first heard only eight days previous. Through the screaming of “YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!” it feels like a greatest hit already. Our ass tonight is already owned by Muse. And to a “song we haven’t played for a long time” (Google says it was 2007 fact fans), Muscle Museum surfs along until that ferocious chorus. It’s wonderful to have you back old friend. Don’t make it so long next time, yeah? The one gimmick they bring with them tonight are the balloons (that result in a game of giant ping pong between band and crowd) during a spectacular ‘Bliss’. Then the band shock with a heavy  rendition of 2003 B-side Futurism, its heavy rhythms and soaring solos melting skulls. IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING? Bodies down the front mangled together in a unity of “HOLY FUCK”.

The Great Hall never has done justice to rock bands with its muggyness of sound but Muse overcome this by bludgeoning us with sheer volume. Stockholm Syndrome buckles under it’s own heaviness and demonic Micro Cuts outro riff. The band are clearly enjoying the “small” stage, Matt Bellamy stalking it with the broadest of grins and most ludicrous of dances. Speaking of volume, speaking of riffs…. they start crashing noise off each other before launching into early B-side ‘Agitated’ with venom. It’s joyful punk brashness. Yours truly, amongst all the tangle of arms and legs, just might have been shedding a little tear of joy. Muse CAN still do it. They can still make the heart race and the ears ring. It was quite a moment. Wait for it, even setlist staple ‘Starlight’sounded great. It was that kind of night.

‘Reapers’, the only other new song from soon to be album ‘Drones’, is a fascinating listen. Charged by eighties metal guitar wankery before going way off kilter with a disorientating falsetto chorus. It growls with menace and is an exciting glimpse of what we can expect from album number seven. Off course there are more hits too, Supermassive Black Hole’s swagger, Time Is Running Out’s uniting chorus to name just two. All lapped up by a rabid local crowd.

And once the final blasts of Knights Of Cydonia clatter off the walls and they take their leave there’s a warm glow of satisfaction. Or maybe that’s just the sweat. Euphoric and tired we may be but the adrenalin will last for days. You get the feeling they should have done a tour like this years ago. Maybe it would have avoided the meandering overblown nonsense of The 2nd Law? That’s a debate for another time. Tonight Muse kicked ass just when we needed them to most. Welcome home to the place called basics. Good here isn’t it?

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