My humble $0.02 on the best music of 2015:http://ludditestereo.com/20…

To Pimp a Butterfly is a marvel of bi-polarity, a force field of simultaneous attraction and repulsion. It invites you to come in, grab a seat, and have a meaningful conversation, then proceeds to tell you to get the f*ck out.

Indie rock slacker-extraordinaire Courtney Barnett sees the same things as you and I do. But what she notices is different.

It’s a sexy record (of course), but unlike Voodoo, which constantly hovered around an air temperature of 98.6 degrees, where the human body goes languid and inhibitions liquefy, the most interesting parts of Black Messiah dance just above and below that range, exploring cloudier shades of anger and tension.

Spoon is still the sound of the grin that remains after your teeth get kicked in.

This album is a road map of Neko Case's journey into hell and back.

Paracosm is Ernest Greene's illusory world where it's forever summer.
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Random Access Memories is an anti-anachronism —- a record so indebted to and reverent of the past, that even it's existence today feels like an aberration. In a genre whose sounds are defined by a cut, copy, and paste aesthetic, its Daft Punk's hand written love letter to dance music, gorgeously penned in a sprawling…

It rouses as much as it flattens you —- the sonic equivalent to having both ADD and claustrophobia.

It rouses as much as it flattens you —- the sonic equivalent to having both ADD and claustrophobia.

"The kind of of music usually reserved for dimly lit hash bars and p*rno movie sets."

"The kind of of music usually reserved for dimly lit hash bars and p*rno movie sets."

There's nobility in being teenaged, intoxicated and utterly invincible.

There's nobility in being teenaged, intoxicated and utterly invincible.

My (humble) best of 201 list:
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