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2012 Top 100 LPs #36-33: Lambchop, Squarepusher, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Laetitia Sadier
Published on December 17th, 2012 | Jonny Abrams
Yes, it’s…Rocksucker’s Top 100 Albums of 2012!
Rocksucker listened to a lot of albums this year and conferred varying degrees of merit (in quail form) upon them based on our own spurious criteria…
…and now we bring you our favourite hundred of them, counted down in order arbitrarily/for fun. By dint of mathematics (specifically 4 x 25), top spot shall be revealed on Christmas day. Now, let’s get crackling, and then cracking…
36. Lambchop – Mr. M
Luxurious, sophisticated, warming, world-weary, contemplative: yep, it’s a Lambchop record alright, and a gorgeous one at that. Mr. M came out towards the start of the year, and the cold, dark weather outside brings it back into its own; it’s a cosy fireside accompaniment to the snow falling the other side of the window, in a Kind of Blue kind of way (we don’t know about you, but Rocksucker finds Kind of Blue to be a perfect winter album)…
35. Squarepusher – Ufabulum
Tom Jenkinson’s dalliance with synth melodies continues to marvellous effect on the first half of the LP, then shifts jarringly back into clattering, freaked-out aural assaults for the second half. If you can negotiate the switchover then, as usual, there’s a lot to sink your teeth and brain into. An ever-fascinating artist piles on top of an already enviable back catalogue; just don’t play this to any Maroon 5 fans, unless you want to spend the rest of the day clearing up exploded head matter.
34. Laetitia Sadier – Silencio
Peel off the top layer of Stereolab, leave it stewing in a mix of cinematic foreboding and fiery-bellied restraint, and you’ve got Sadier’s exquisite second solo album. A state-of-the-planet protest album that doesn’t need to resort to tub-thumping to make itself heard; no, these exotic, mysterious and psychedelic ditties are too beautiful for that.
33. The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Aufheben
An aural experience as much as a collection of songs, the muddy ‘n’ misty production smears oil pastel colours over a set of exotic, hypnotic and just-the-right-amount-of-chaotic psychedelic drones. Anton Newcombe lives clean nowadays, and happily his inspiration has not suffered for it. A smart, subtle and beguiling thirteenth LP.