{"id":29099,"date":"2016-05-23T15:00:55","date_gmt":"2016-05-23T15:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stephenking.nl\/skfnieuw\/?page_id=29099"},"modified":"2016-05-23T15:00:55","modified_gmt":"2016-05-23T15:00:55","slug":"the-pop-of-king-10-best-albums","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.stephenking.nl\/skfnieuw\/king-family\/columns-king-uit-entertainment-weekly\/the-pop-of-king-10-best-albums\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pop of King: 10 best Albums"},"content":{"rendered":"<table border=\"0\" width=\"1000\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"style4\" style=\"text-align: left;\" colspan=\"6\" width=\"99%\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.stephenking.nl\/skfnieuw\/wp-content\/uploads\/kingcolumn-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-28316 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stephenking.nl\/skfnieuw\/wp-content\/uploads\/kingcolumn-1.jpg\" alt=\"kingcolumn\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>That famous philosopher (and banjo picker) Steve Martin once said, &#8221;Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.&#8221; I couldn&#8217;t agree more. Of all the things I write about for EW, pop music&#8217;s the hardest, because a columnist doesn&#8217;t get paid for saying, &#8221;I dunno, I just like it.&#8221; But can I really explain why I love &#8221;I Kissed a Girl&#8221; by Katy Perry and would be delighted never to hear Taylor Swift&#8217;s &#8221;You&#8217;re Not Sorry&#8221; again? No. All I can say is that I find &#8221;the taste of her cherry ChapStick&#8221; in &#8221;Girl&#8221; entrancingly sexy, while everything about &#8221;You&#8217;re Not Sorry&#8221;&#8230; makes me sorry. So pardon me if I sound inarticulate in what follows. It&#8217;s my list of the best music I heard this year, the stuff that hit my sweet spot. If you disagree, it&#8217;s because you dance to different architecture.<\/p>\n<p>10. Hey Ma, James<br \/>\nThe entire album is good, but the title track, which begins, &#8221;Now the towers have fallen\/So much dust in the air,&#8221; is heartbreaking.<\/p>\n<p>9. Harps and Angels, Randy Newman<br \/>\nThis bitter, smiling satire is Newman&#8217;s best album since Good Old Boys (released way back in &#8217;74). The lead track feels like biography, and songs like &#8221;A Few Words in Defense of Our Country&#8221; gleam with ironic good cheer.<\/p>\n<p>8. Gift of Screws, Lindsey Buckingham<br \/>\nSounds like the Fleetwood Mac of the mid-&#8217;70s to me, only better. The title track features a terrific submerged-guitar sound, but the standout is the lush and gorgeous &#8221;Did You Miss Me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>7. Lay It Down, Al Green<br \/>\nThe soul master is back, sweeter than ever. The album features a number of duets, and while I could do without John Legend, the combination of Green and Corinne Bailey Rae (&#8221;Take Your Time&#8221;) is to die for.<\/p>\n<p>6. Viva la Vida, Coldplay<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve read reviews that compare this record to U2; it sounds like Coldplay and nothing else to me. I love the title song\u2014it&#8217;s this year&#8217;s &#8221;Every Breath You Take&#8221;\u2014but the one that lifts me is &#8221;Violet Hill,&#8221; with its rich, rueful lyrics.<\/p>\n<p>5. Real Animal, Alejandro Escovedo<br \/>\nAt his best, Escovedo out-Stones the Stones, but what makes this album great are his photographic recollections of the music scene in the late &#8217;70s, when he played with a proto-punk group called the Nuns. Also in Escovedo&#8217;s favor: Upon discovering that &#8221;Castanets&#8221; was on George W. Bush&#8217;s iPod, he stopped playing it in concert for a while.<\/p>\n<p>4. Feed the Animals, Girl Talk<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not going to apologize; I also like DJ Skribble, so deal with it. The continuous version is 53 minutes of musical stream of consciousness featuring who knows how many (possibly illegal) musical snippets: In the first 10 minutes I picked out the Spencer Davis Group, Twisted Sister, Sin\u00e9ad O&#8217;Connor, and Avril Lavigne. This is as dense and allusive as James Joyce&#8217;s Ulysses, only you can dance to it.<\/p>\n<p>3. Just Us Kids, James McMurtry<br \/>\nMcMurtry&#8217;s songs inhabit a different universe from most of the Nashville crap in heavy rotation on the mainstream country stations. &#8221;God knows she tries, but when you&#8217;re that far down you&#8217;re just gonna get high,&#8221; he sings on &#8221;Fire Line Road.&#8221; You won&#8217;t hear that observation on a Kenny Chesney album, and you&#8217;ll hear little there that rocks as infectiously as &#8221;Bayou Tortous.&#8221; Everything here works.<\/p>\n<p>2. Black Ice, AC\/DC<br \/>\nA friend of mine said, &#8221;It sounds like every other AC\/DC album I&#8217;ve ever heard.&#8221; My response: &#8221;What&#8217;s your point?&#8221; If Girl Talk is rock-and-rap James Joyce, these guys are rave-up William Faulkner: They&#8217;ve found their own little groove place and keep digging it deeper. But Wal-Mart? Angus, you hurt me.<\/p>\n<p>1. Black Butterfly, Buckcherry, and Break Up the Concrete, the Pretenders<br \/>\nI know, I know, a tie is lame, but I just can&#8217;t pick between the two. Black Butterfly was the best hard-rock album I heard this year (with one sweet and unforgettable song called &#8221;All of Me&#8221;), and there isn&#8217;t a single bad track on the country-tinged Break Up the Concrete. Chrissie Hynde is as in-your-face as ever (especially on the Bo Diddley-influenced title cut), but there&#8217;s a glint of humor here that I don&#8217;t remember. Also, the best song I heard all year is on this record: &#8221;Love&#8217;s a Mystery.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So&#8217;s music, come to think of it&#8230;but I danced this architecture as well as I could.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That famous philosopher (and banjo picker) Steve Martin once said, &#8221;Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.&#8221; I couldn&#8217;t agree more. 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