I'm going to kick off with a short list of six albums. I know you said ten, but that seems ... excessive. Here's a Lemur's short list:
Mezzanine by Massive Attack. Every track is a moody masterpiece, not a dud in the bunch. Most people rate this as a five star album (out of four possible stars).
We Four by the Ink Spots. This is some original lounge music, 1930s-style. I can’t explain fully why I adore these guys, so I won’t try. But if you enjoy old-style crooning, you will swoon to this stuff.
Lyle Lovett and His Large Band by Lyle Lovett. Who knew that big band swing and Texas country could cohabit so easily? Smart, funny, hearfelt, I’ve heard this album often described as music for musicians. I don’t agree, since plenty of non-musicians dig it, but this album definitely has extra layers for a person with a good ear.
Irresistible Bliss by Soul Coughing. Funny, angry, smart, silly. And beats to die for. As one friend of mine put it after hearing the opening track, “How can Snoop Dogg continue living if he knows there are white boys this funky?”
The Best of Django Reinhardt by Django Reinhardt. Look, everybody loves Hendrix and Clapton, but the best guitarist who ever lived was Reinhardt. Have a listen and decide if I’m joking. Nobody, but nobody ever made a guitar sound like this guy -- and he didn’t have any amps or processing to help him. Just a man, a guitar, and a steaming pile of genius.
Viva! La Woman by Cibo Matto. This is probably the weirdest record I have on heavy rotation. Two Japanese women who live in New York, have a very strange relationship with the English language, and sing songs about “Extra sugar! Extra salt! Extra fat! MSG!” And what’s odder, it works. Even when they're crooning that "my love is like an artichoke," you kind of get what they're meaning. And the music is superb, of course, or it wouldn't make the short list. The extreme weirdness just adds value.
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