The Telescope presents: the top albums of 2017. We gathered best-of lists from contributors, crunched some numbers and came up with a list of records that unanimously wowed us last year.
We already reviewed this one back in August, and there’s little more that needs to be added. Several spins later, it’s still a dead ringer for The Weekend’s self-titled debut.
And we know for sure, now, that nothing could be more attractive in a song than another person’s relationship woes, either because of the kinship found in being able to relate, or the satisfaction of knowing you’re faring better (coupled with the comprehension that happiness is fleeting).
“Does it make you feel good to watch me stumbling in the dark?” It does, yes.
The more we listen to this Waxahatchee—don’t ask us to pronounce that—album, the more we’re convinced it’s a reincarnation of the record we were hinting at when we posted that “Silver” video last week.
Out in the Storm is more lyrically sophisticated than that seminal debut by The Weekend, but the sentiment is comparable; this is the stuff of all good pop albums—failed relationships, insecurity, and in the end, renewal—and it’s far more world-weary than bedroom-bound.
Katie Crutchfield has surrendered a turbulent ride to us—one that trades blazing, cathartic blows (see “Silver”) with hindsight-wise parries (check out “Recite Remorse” below).
There’s a distinct early-2000s vibe wafting from this one. Not many bands wander the streets or perform in foiled rooms these days.
“Silver” comes from the just-out Waxahatchee album, Out in the Storm.
The name Waxahatchee, by the way, is taken from a creek in Alabama that’s known for its populations of crappie and round rocksnail.
Sophomore album for this LA-based band and they’re already pressing a few where-have-you-been-all-my-life buttons.
They’re on cruise control for most of this one—fast enough that they’ll get where they’re going in a jiffy, but not so fast they risk wipeout—but take the occasional break to try on some Weezer rock (see the Weekend at Bernie’s-lovin’ “Wednesday Night Melody” down below).
When the riffs aren’t centre stage, Bleached primarily resemble the later years of London, Ontario’s The Weekend. The subject matter is nothing new—teenage concerns: boys, boredom, drugs—but the execution is irresistible.
What’s a grown man doing enjoying an album about teen drama? We’ll examine that another day, but at least Bleached also recognize they’re clinging to the past: “What do I do with these pictures of youth?” they wonder on “Hollywood, We Did It All Wrong.” It’s one of the best closing tracks in recent memory.
London, Ontario’s The Weekend, to jump-start your Monday evening (not sure which Weekend this is? Check out our tutorial).
“Into The Morning” comes from their final album, Beatbox My Heartbeat (which was recorded with only one original band member—Andrea Wasse), and was included—as we see here—on the soundtrack to the film D.E.B.S., which looks so ridiculous that we’re not even going to look it up to provide you with a synopsis. Do your own research this time.
The Weekend disbanded (for the second time) a good ten years ago, and it looks like Wasse is these days performing as half of Digital Daggers.