On December 17th, Pierce Codina – drummer for Tin Tin Can (full disclosure: I play bass and sing in the same band) – posted this statement on Facebook:
“‘Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ and kind. Dead kings, many things I can’t define.’ – Strawberry Alarm Clock “Incense and Peppermints”
I can only assume he thought he was being festive.
Anyway, in my continuing goal of appeasing/annoying him, I have compiled a list of the 10 Best Albums of 2012, and every day for the next ten days I’ll be counting down to the best record of the year.
This ain’t no magazoin.
My Best Fiend – In Ghostlike Fading
Pink Floyd is alive and well and living in singer/songwriter Fred Coldwell’s bones. (Sidenote: what a damn fine last name: Coldwell. Awesome.) This record, despite being a total throwback record, replete with doomifying organs and swaths of guitar racket, has managed to stand the test: it still sounds fresh and dark. Listening to the record in its entirety is the surest way to enjoy these songs – each builds on the last, putting the pieces of some mysterious and gruesome puzzle together. What it all means is anybody’s guess – Coldwell’s cryptic lyrics shed no light – but it’s never not engaging.