The A.V. Membership’s 20 greatest albums of 2017

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There was an excessive amount of to take heed to in 2017—not simply albums, of which there have been as soon as once more hundreds, a barrage of releases from major-label veterans and SoundCloud up-and-comers alike, all vying on your consideration. There was simply an excessive amount of of all the pieces: a persistent, buzzing storm of push notifications and free-floating panic that usually made it tough for any indicators to interrupt by way of the noise, or to retain no matter fleeting pleasures they yielded. It’s a yr that’s usually felt like 10, and also you’d be forgiven for struggling to recollect what, precisely, occurred final week, not to mention within the final 12 months.

However the upside to chaos is that it’s equal alternative. In a yr that might have seen JAY-Z, U2, and Taylor Swift operating the city of their UPS-branded vehicles, or been overshadowed by prematurely nostalgic reveries from so many mid-’00s indie-rockers returning without delay, a lot of the music The A.V. Membership spent the previous 12 months being enthusiastic about hailed from newer artists. And as befitting 2017, we couldn’t actually agree on something: The person ballots submitted by our common music reviewers have been all strikingly totally different, representing a wide selection of genre-spanning favorites and tastes. From there we assembled a closing checklist based mostly on complete variety of votes and album rankings, however even it—very similar to our mid-summer Finest Albums Of 2o17 So Far checklist—is only a small sampling of all the good music that got here out this yr. Take into account this a beginning place on the place to catch up, everytime you get a second. And in the event you’re in search of much more suggestions, test again subsequent week for our checklist of greatest albums that didn’t make the highest 20.

20. LCD Soundsystem, American Dream

James Murphy rebooting his sardonic dance-rock band out of retirement jilted loads of his most passionate followers, and in consequence, American Dream feels unusually weighted with agonizing over that call—along with Murphy’s regular fixation on what’s and isn’t cool. (It’s an LCD Soundsystem file, in any case.) Luckily, nobody does disco neurosis like Murphy, and there stays loads of jaded pleasure to be discovered within the paranoid, psychiatrist’s sofa grooves of “Different Voices,” “Change Yr Thoughts,” and “Emotional Haircut,” no matter how invested you might be in that narrative. In the meantime, Murphy’s most intensely private songs so far—the scorching, Tim Goldsworthy kiss-off “How Do You Sleep?” and the haunting Bowie eulogy “Black Display screen”—burn with unusually candid depth from a man who usually prefers smirking, ironic detachment. All advised, it’s a gradual burn of an album that spins uncertainly round an surprising new starting for a man who began his profession already mourning its finish. And it marks a welcome return—for nevertheless lengthy it lasts. [Sean O’Neal]

19. Iron Stylish, You Can’t Keep Right here

How anthemic can bleakness be, actually? Seems fairly anthemic. Iron Stylish’s third album shapes private points and tragedy into punk-rock catharsis, carried by huge-sounding guitars and hooky melodies. Alternately resigned and defiant, You Can’t Keep Right here recollects one of the best of Iron Stylish’s melodic-punk forebears—Samiam is the obvious comparability—however lacks a hint of nostalgia. That is the sound of a band powering by way of a particularly tough time the one approach it is aware of how, and that genuineness makes You Can’t Keep Right here hit more durable—and its cathartic moments extra highly effective. That makes for some odd sing-alongs, although, like on “Invisible Ink”: “We heard that life / Had one thing in retailer / Nevertheless it’s arising quick / And we’re begging for extra / Dying’s candy kiss / Was a bullet that missed us.” Iron Stylish has emerged from its hardest time as a band with a defining inventive assertion. [Kyle Ryan]

18. The Horrors, V

With their fifth album, The Horrors delivered their greatest batch of songs so far, an additional refinement of the method—Easy Minds-esque new wave meets saggy Madchester meets shoegaze psychedelia—that the British group has been perfecting ever since 2011’s Skying formally shrugged off the group’s gothic, shriek-punk origins. These songs are additionally their greatest: There isn’t a second on V that doesn’t sound tailor-made for area levels (the place the group’s recently been taking part in with Depeche Mode, an apparent affect on roiling industrial cuts like “Machine”), but minus the pomposity that so many teams are likely to have an effect on at that degree. It’s a excellent distillation of The Horrors’ gradual and deliberate evolution over time. It is going to be arduous to prime. [Sean O’Neal]

17. Lorde, Melodrama

Lorde’s smoky contralto has all the time befit an ageing chanteuse reasonably than the younger girl behind the microphone. However on the brilliantly bittersweet Melodrama, it’s not simply how the Kiwi star is singing, however what she’s singing about that initiatives a knowledge past her years. Lead single “Inexperienced Mild” sits on the intersection of unhappy and stirring, an empowerment anthem in regards to the lack of ability to maneuver on; it might be probably the most exuberant pop smash a couple of doomed relationship since “Hey Ya.” On wrenching ballads like “Legal responsibility,” Lorde wraps her large emotions about romance gone south in earworm hooks, delivered with minimalist manufacturing and offset by her personal offbeat enunciation. Coming from the youngest outdated soul in pop, Melodrama is a triumph of contradiction: a dance-hall blockbuster that’s additionally an intimate breakup file, finding heartache and harsh truths within the reflective floor of the disco ball. [A.A. Dowd]

16. Charly Bliss, Guppy

As a file, Guppy is superlative. As a debut, the primary full-length from New York pop-rockers Charly Bliss, it sounds positively transcendent, marrying these tried-and-true, but nonetheless difficult-to-wrangle adolescent feelings to fuzzed-out guitar riffs and sing-along melodies in a approach that feels rapid and important. Beginning with a cooing “Come on child, get me excessive / There’s all the time one thing new to purchase,” singer Eva Hendricks calls out the readymade, disposable nature of this sort of music, but she and her band imbue it with sufficient ardour and suave songcraft to make it exhilarating another time. There have been extra artistically bold data launched in 2017, however virtually none which can be this a lot enjoyable. [Alex McLevy]

15. Björk, Utopia

With its radical idealism and unapologetic female power, Utopia arrived in November as a much-needed detox from 2017’s political acrimony and infinite sexual assault revelations. Björk and Venezuelan producer Arca reply the stark unhappiness of 2015’s Vulnicura with a verdant, future-baroque world of lilting flute melodies, unique birdsong, and deconstructed EDM rhythms. It’s the uncommon album whose music matches the grand aspirations of its lyrics, with Björk venturing ever additional off path into unconventional track buildings and sonic experiments as she sings about trusting ourselves (and each other), breaking from our loops, and preventing for optimism in darkish instances, all unified by the animating power of affection. Whereas the Icelandic art-pop icon’s affect reverberates by way of a few of this yr’s foremost pop data—by Sampha, Kelela, and Arca himself, to call just a few—Utopia reminds us that Björk, endlessly hungry to problem what pop music could be, nonetheless has no equal. [Kelsey J. Waite]

14. The Nationwide, Sleep Nicely Beast

The Nationwide has been slowly, typically imperceptibly fine-tuning its sound over the course of seven albums. A standard jab is that the entire band’s data sound the identical (or, worse but, that they’re boring). Sleep Nicely Beast, on first pay attention, gained’t change that, however first listens are by no means the place The Nationwide’s albums do their strongest work. An hour-long odyssey into the darkness of our instances, each political and private, Sleep Nicely Beast is quietly, gorgeously insinuating, from the Leonard Cohen-esque “No person Else Will Be There” to the digital thrum that drives the unimaginable title monitor. It’s music that, as regular, calls for and rewards shut consideration. It’s nicely price that effort. [Josh Modell]

13. Bell Witch, Mirror Reaper

Any funeral doom band price its mettle is aware of a factor or two about dying, however few expertise it on as private a degree as Bell Witch. The lack of ex-drummer and vocalist Adrian Guerra—who died in his sleep after leaving the Seattle two-piece in 2016—looms massive over Mirror Reaper, each spiritually and audibly, as bassist-vocalist Dylan Desmond and new recruit Jesse Shreibman use a few of Guerra’s discarded vocal tracks from 2015’s 4 Phantoms classes to create its most bold music so far. With lyrics exploring the house between life and dying, the one, 83-minute-long track serves as a stand-in for the grieving course of: It’s linear however with no particular finish, usually changing into so quiet it’s prefer it’s pale into the ether, solely to have a crushing riff snap listeners again into actuality. Like grief, it’s tough and all-consuming, but it finds transcendence by working by way of all of it out of sheer necessity. [David Anthony]

12. Sampha, Course of

Sampha’s vocal bona fides have been cemented ages in the past on his many collaborations with artists like Jessie Ware, SBTRKT, and Drake, however his long-in-the-works solo debut lastly gave this British singer-songwriter the house and materials to point out off simply how particular he’s. Written and recorded whereas his mom battled most cancers, Course of is cocooned within the chilly isolation of mourning and self-doubt mirrored in its echoing, digital compositions. However Sampha’s brilliantly emotive voice cuts by way of that detachment like rays of hopeful mild pouring into his cloudy soundscapes. That is the sound of somebody struggling, and infrequently succeeding, to shrug off grief. And as heard on emotional single “(No One Is aware of Me) Like The Piano,” it’s a second of deep private strife become a possibility for intimate self-realization. It’s a stunningly private and singular file. [Matt Gerardi]

11. Pile, A Hairshirt Of Goal

Pile is a rock band, nevertheless it performs its songs—even probably the most stunning, heartbreaking ones—as in the event that they have been horror movies, full of jump-scares and cliffhangers. Songs swell, constructing to all-consuming washes, or operating proper as much as the sting of a cliff to dangle there precariously. That kind of uneasy adventurousness has all the time been a part of Pile’s make-up, however A Hairshirt Of Goal streamlines it, providing probably the most nuanced file of the band’s profession whereas nonetheless working in moments of explosive, fiery rage. Tracks like “Fingers” or “Rope’s Size” could also be constructed on easy chord progressions, however they’re manipulated in ways in which really feel excitingly alien, subverting post-hardcore’s commonplace loud-to-quiet tonal shifts. Hairshirt is each beautiful and ugly, even when—particularly when—it doesn’t make a lick of sense. [David Anthony]

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10. Waxahatchee, Out In The Storm

After the release of 2015’s excellent Ivy Tripp, Katie Crutchfield, a.k.a. Waxahatchee, suggested her next album would revisit the quiet minimalism of her debut, American Weekend. What she produced instead was her loudest, angriest, and—most importantly—best album to date. Out In The Storm is a scathingly candid post-mortem of a bad relationship that isn’t the slog such a description might suggest. The album opens with the catchy, Superchunk-esque guitar rocker “Never Been Wrong” and keeps its hooks in for the nine following tracks. (Credit producer John Agnello for some of that, as his discography goes deep with some of the best guitar-rock bands of the past two decades.) This being Waxahatchee, Out In The Storm still offers plenty of quieter moments, like the slow burn of “Recite Remorse,” the acoustic “A Little More,” and somber album closer “Fade.” The album marks a high point for Crutchfield, who turned a soul-destroying time of her life into one of 2017’s best releases. [Kyle Ryan]

9. Vince Staples, Big Fish Theory

Vince Staples’ second full-length manages the impossible feat of feeling both powerfully relevant and about a decade ahead of its time. The avant Big Fish Theory is a frighteningly fleet 36 minutes of house- and Detroit techno-inspired rhythms, custom-built around the Long Beach rapper’s newly streamlined rhymes. It’s a bold departure from his excellent debut, Summertime ’06, yet he moves through its sleek, perpetually dusky skyline as if he’s lived there forever—as if we’ve ever heard anything like this before. His reflections on love, race, celebrity, and hip-hop culture live primarily on the dark side of that mirror, making Big Fish at times feel like a spiritual companion to Kendrick Lamar’s DAMN (not incidentally, Lamar drops the only guest rap verse). And like that record, it can’t help but bang as hard as its toughest questions do, entrancing listeners with its club beats while at the same time asking, “How am I supposed to have a good time when death and destruction’s all I see?” [Kelsey J. Waite]

8. Julien Baker, Turn Out The Lights

Julien Baker expands her palette of personal anguish on her second album, fleshing out the sounds but still rending her emotions in search of truth, or a great song, or maybe just some kind of release. New instrumental layers and the occasional glimmer of hope make Turn Out The Lights a slightly gentler listen than 2015’s fantastic Sprained Ankle, but at its bruised heart, it’s just as harrowing and beautiful in equal measure. The one-two punch of “Appointments” and the title track are so towering and resonant that they’re almost unfair to the rest of the album, but eventually a balance reveals itself: It’s even better than its predecessor at offering some respite before walking toward the edge again. Plenty has been made of Baker’s age—she’s 22—but what better time of life is there to access your own emotional fragility and lay it bare to the world? [Josh Modell]

7. Fever Ray, Plunge

Eight years have passed since Fever Ray entered cryogenic sleep, and Plunge’s deliriously bright first single, “To The Moon And Back,” marked both a welcome return and a breath of fresh air for Karin Dreijer’s haunting synth-pop project. The album as a whole turned out to hold much darker, more intense pleasures, not unlike 2013’s Shaking The Habitual, the last album Dreijer released with brother Olof as The Knife. But Plunge anchors its relentless provocations in the most relatable of matters: desire, particularly the forbidden kind. The record’s danceable mania and confrontational spirit, summed up in the line “One hand in yours and one hand in a tight fist” (“A Part Of Us”), make it one of 2017’s most brazen, guaranteed to leave your heart racing and your lip bleeding. [Kelsey J. Waite]

6. Priests, Nothing Feels Natural 

The title of Priests’ debut could double as an official slogan for the anxieties of 2017. The songs back it up, with lyrics that carry on the band’s smart, blunt attacks on consumerism and systemic oppression. But the sound is more difficult to pin down, morphing from song to song as it slides in and out of elements of post-punk, new wave, no wave, jazz, surf rock, and everything in between. The constant upheaval—fueled by Katie Alice Greer’s instant shifts between snarling and sweetness and G.L. Jaguar’s spiraling guitars—is the sonic equivalent of how it feels to be living in America right now, or as Priests would argue, at any time in recent memory: a mélange of anger, disbelief, alienation, and uncertainty. Nothing Feels Natural is a dazzling document of that emotional state. [Matt Gerardi]


One of the best things to happen in music in the past decade has been R&B’s grand sonic flowering, taking the futurism of Aaliyah and the musicality of D’Angelo as the groundwork for a whole galaxy of new musical ideas. And while SZA’s fraught and much-delayed debut CTRL evokes the ambient moodiness of early Drake, the synth-pop of True-era Solange, and the rangy pop instincts of Frank Ocean, it ultimately sounds like an album only she could have made. After hiding behind gauzy curtains of synthesizers on a string of mixtapes and EPs, she reveals herself here as a writer of disarming honesty and clarity, as comfortable shouting out Narcos, mom jeans, and Mad TV as she is detailing the messy politics of no-strings-attached hookups. Just as instinctive and memorable are her melodies, which evade the easy firepower of vocal acrobatics in favor of an endless string of sticky hooks, delivered with a low-key cool that connects her to her TDE label mates. Pop music doesn’t get much more sumptuous—or purely enjoyable—than this. [Clayton Purdom]

4. Sylvan Esso, What Now

“I was gonna write a song for you,” Amelia Randall Meath announces in “Sound,” the spare opening to Sylvan Esso’s sophomore album. She does more than just that: What Now is a statement of purpose, a pop album that travels through all the emotions on the spectrum and delivers them in a package of hummable and (mostly) danceable anthems. There’s “Die Young,” the fierce love song that ebbs and flows like a river; the wry satire of “Radio,” a critique of contemporary pop that’s also a perfect distillation of it; the equally meta “Song,” which boasts one of the catchiest refrains of the year (“I’m the song that you can’t get out of your head”). Those three songs alone would make a brilliant EP, but here they’re just part of an elegantly constructed, masterful pop album, one that will be difficult to improve upon. “What now?” indeed. [Alex McLevy]

3. The War On Drugs, A Deeper Understanding

Everything got bigger for The War On Drugs in 2017. If ever the “indie-rock” label fit these Philly daydreamers (their reverb-drenched anthems are as much ’70s FM as college radio), they’ve shed the qualifier to become one of America’s leading rock acts, period. It wasn’t just their fan base that grew this year: A Deeper Understanding feels built for big crowds, from the dreamy, 11-minute sprawl of “Thinking Of A Place” to genuine song-of-the-year candidate “Strangest Thing,” which builds and builds to multiple crescendos, slathering some stadium-sized riffs over its infectious hook, soaring synths, and frontman Adam Granduciel’s mythically romantic musings. The standouts would conquer the charts in a more guitar-dominated era, but as with any other Drugs release, the pleasures here are cumulative—this is a richly enveloping listen, front to melancholy back. As for the bugaboo of influence: A Deeper Understanding doesn’t dispel the Dylan and Springsteen comparisons The War On Drugs has been provoking since back when Kurt Vile was still with the band. In its open-hearted grandeur, it earns them. [A.A. Dowd]

2. St. Vincent, Masseduction

Annie Clark’s fifth album as St. Vincent describes a descent into a hedonistic hellscape—one that’s fun until it isn’t. With producer Jack Antonoff, Clark crafts a futuristic pastiche of pop, rock, and electro, highlighted by the frantic robo-pop fantasy “Pills” and the grinding electro-industrial dance anthem “Sugarboy.” Lyrically, Masseduction is consumed by emotional and physical spirals and a loss of control: “I can’t turn off what turns me on,” Clark sings throughout the title track, before inverting the sentiment: “I hold you like a weapon / Mass destruction / I don’t turn off what turns me on.” The idea of recklessly giving into desire exemplifies Masseduction’s overarching theme: making bad decisions in the pursuit of decadence. Clark doesn’t cast judgment or aspersions on these actions, as the consequences of these moves aren’t always clear or negative; for example, the protagonist of “Slow Disco” is torn about whether cutting off a toxic relationship early is better than waiting it out. More than any album this year, Masseduction captures the agony and ecstasy of escapism as a coping mechanism—and how fluid the line between pleasure and pain really is. [Annie Zaleski]

1. Kendrick Lamar, DAMN

Those terse titles, the lo-fi leer of the cover, the jettisoning of astro-jazz in favor of lean, trunk-rattling beats: This is the epitome of a back-to-basics record—except, of course, that it isn’t. On his fourth proper album, Kung-Fu Kenny strips everything away, moving from the front lawn of the White House to the people and places around him. But even then, the antisocial extrovert can’t stay narrow. On “Feel,” a laundry list of petty midnight grievances runs over the margins, encompassing the emptiness of rap culture, the media, and the feel of living through a slow-burn apocalypse; “Lust” turns a moment of boiling sexual tension into a dream of a post-religious utopia, an orgasmic hallelujah Kendrick feels for all of us. What’s in Kendrick’s DNA is this very American multitude, this exact unwillingness to extricate his own needs and lusts and fears from the larger fabric of American culture. It’s a heart that beats out of its chest with compassion, rendered into rhymes and blasted out over Compton thump, Atlien funk, and New York boom-bap, one nation unified under his talent. No rapper of Kendrick’s stature has ever taken the responsibility so seriously, attempting to wrangle the messy threads of history, ambition, religion, hip-hop, and American political thought into emotional order. DAMN is a singular document of this self-consciousness, his most personal album and also his most universal. [Clayton Purdom]

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