Oh My God, Charlie Darwin
I’ve been thinking vaguely of knocking together a list of my favourite albums of the year, but that project’s rather fallen by the wayside (off the top of my head, M. Ward’s joyous Hold Time, Metric’s Fantasies, The Duke and the King’s Nothing Gold Can Stay, the Felice Brothers’ footstomping Yonder is the Clock, Richmond Fontaine’s We Used To Think The Freeway Sounded Like A River (perhaps not quite as strong track by track as Thirteen Cities, but pretty damn good all the same), the honey-voiced Justin Towne Earle’s grower, Midnight at the Movies, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ It’s Blitz, Girls’ Album and, on the classical side of the fence, David Lang’s Little Match Girl Passion and the insanely cheap box set of lesser-known Bach Masses and Cantatas featuring Phillipe Herreweghe, the Collegium Vocale and assorted soloists I picked up on Amazon a while back, and now, sadly, discontinued).
But one CD that would almost definitely be on the list would be The Low Anthem’s Oh My God Charlie Darwin. I’ll spare you me raving about its brilliance, and just give you this, the almost too cute animated video of the title track.
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city of tongues 
Well, I’ve been listening to this for a while now and am quite taken with it. Reminded me on first listening to this:
But then, I tend to be a bit simplistic where music is concerned. The falsetto style is very evocative.
There’s nothing wrong with a bit of Springsteen.
And I’ve always thought the tendency of rock music to privilege the male falsetto reflected somethign about the ways in which stereotypes of male sexuality are blurred by its theatricality.
What? What!!?