Best Music of 2010 - #2 and #3

2.  JONSI - GO

Former Sigur Ros frontman Jonsi's first solo record--Go--is everything great about Sigur Ros, but faster and more propulsive.  What amazes me most about this record is not just its inventiveness and its style--although those two elements are impressive--but its consistency.  Jonsi makes songs that ought to be impossible--orchestral-fused dance-mix folk pieces--and not only pulls them off but makes them beautiful.  His move to broken English, about which I was skeptical, actually clarifies the entire "Hopelandic" mess.  It's not "invented" the way a code might be, it's spontaneous and cathartic.  I know I rate this album more highly than most people, but I think the reason more people aren't blown away by what Jonsi is doing is because he makes it seem, by album's end, so commonplace.  If you've got this record, listen to it again and tell me why a song like "Tornado" is any less aurally spectacular than those first two tracks--go ahead; the comments section is open, and I'd love to hear what you think.  For me, this record never lets up.

Talking about Jonsi reminds me of a drive I took with my brother, Chris, probably in 2003.  We were on our way to play a show, and for the entire 2 hour drive, we listened only to Sigur Ros.  After an hour or so, Chris looked at me said, "It's impossible not to be happy when you're listening to this."  I think Jonsi's Go is Chris's kind of a record--a record that you can't help but be in love with and in love to.


3.  KANYE WEST - MY BEAUTIFUL DARK TWISTED FANTASY

We'll get to it a bit later, but to me, Kanye West's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is an (even) better version of what Sufjan Stevens is up to with The Age of Adz: it's paranoia--of self, of fame, of craft--ripped open and writ large.  Kanye isn't being "just" an egomaniac here, he is being all-out psychotic.  In tracks like "Power" and "Monster," he vacillates by the verse between being a cocksure "A"rtist and being pathetically insecure, between seeming untouchable and suicidal: it is a strange thing to behold.  Like Sufjan, Kanye's album seems to be the product of not simply a desire for reinvention, but a desire for reinvention fueled by 21st century expectations: Kanye can't get through a song (much less an album) with a singular vision of himself in mind, and his lyrics reflect this tension.  In "Power," West recognizes but then counters the industry's perceived "blackballing" of his career after his interruption of the 2009 Grammys with his own "black balls," insisting that he "know[s] damn well [we're] feeling this shit"--he's right, of course: the song is an unmistakable hit.  However, the more insightful moments come on the back half of the album, highlighted, at least thematically, by his inclusion of indie folk artist Bon Iver on two separate tracks.  It's hard to read Bon Iver's inclusion in this collection coherently: is this crossover moneygrubbing?  A critical kowtow?  Or did West just dig Iver's stuff and then bring him on board?  That last option seems most likely, but it just leads to another question: what in the hell was Kanye freaking West doing listening to Justin Vernon's "Blood Bank EP" in the first place?  Was it because he was interested, or because it made sense for him to be interested?  I think this question is answered in some ways by the retreats into the past in songs like "Monster": God only knows what Kanye means with that "sarcophagus" lyric, but its pretext--that Kanye isn't just "like" a pharaoh, he is one--feels less like a search for a power metaphor and more like an attempt to ground the instability of his own paranoia and fame in what he imagines as a more stable and survivable past.  After all, pharaohs weren't crazy, they were exploitative, greedy, prideful, warmongering assholes.  They were monsters.  For Kanye, even being a monster feels a bit too cliche...which means even that role is relegated to a (beautiful?  twisted?) fantasy.

My read is that the tension that makes this album great is the same tension that makes Kanye so simultaneously typical and enigmatic: he can't seem to go a moment without seeing his musical and personal selves through the eyes of others, and as this feedback loop closes--sample, song, praise, criticism, inspection, obsession, fear, paranoia, rebellion, exploration, sample again--Kanye seems to be increasingly driven to spell out the names others give to him.  Of course, what makes this record great is that it does all of this so well and so unabashedly: for all their postmodern musings, these tracks are almost-all killers, and the guests Kanye rings along--Kid CuDi, Niki Minaj, Jay-Z, etc.--don't just take verses and fill them, they inhabit spaces in these songs that are custom tailored to who they are as both musicians and individuals.

So sure, blame it on Twitter, blame it on UsWeekly, blame it on whatever you want, but this record gets two things right, and sets them in stone: the loudest voices in your head are almost never your own, and you can't sell out something that was never entirely yours in the first place.