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ON 12/12/12 HERE IS MY TOP 12 OF 2012


This is the first time I’m publishing a top list of my favorite albums of the year and I’m pretty stoked. Even though I’m passionate for music, for many years I adopted a vey comfy position in which there was someone doing the hard work of pre-listening and filtering new stuff on my behalf, thus only what  he enjoyed reached me. Yeah, I became lazy and detached from current musical updates at that time.

But here I am, posting my top 12 of this weird year, which has been excellent in terms of music, and disastrous in general. I must admit I’m proud for behaving as the good girl I really am, doing my musical homework and paying attention to new album releases.

Of course it’s impossible to cover all of them, especially when I take my time in analyzing the albums, going on them with the intensity required. And it’s a classic that, right after choosing my favorite albums, I discover a new one that blows my mind, but cannot be added to the list. Guess this is the greatness of music, you can enjoy it any time, no matter how much late you are. it will always be there.

Let’s get started, otherwise it will be the 13th and this top 12 won’t make sense anymore.

Most of the albums have been the album of the week at some point this year, or due to the expectations I had, commented as soon as they were available, as an exceptional event, and theres’s one in particular which had to be mentioned apart, because it doesn’t fit into what I usually consume.

I’m very pleased with the variety of styles and sounds in the list, once again confirming it doesn’t matter I’m growing old and relaxing, I can enjoy metal sounds same as folkie one, and I find that quite enriching for both mind, soul and ears.


Thus in no particular order I will refer to my top 12 of 2012. There we go!


What can I say at this point I haven’t told already? On week 12 I was telling you about my crush on Brad Smith’s project, and one month ago I was telling you my experience enjoying their half acoustic show, and how adorable Blind Melon’s bass player was.

I foresaw this album was being here, because not many albums make my heart pound in such way as Death & Joy does.



One of the greatest surprise of the year which started when I was assigned the review of this album. On a random Sunday afternoon, in hangover conditions, I receive a wake of punches right in my face in the shape of songs performed by this band. Raw, powerful and overwhelming.




Several friends are devoted fans of this unknown band here in Spain, and I had been told about the charisma of the leader of the band, Ben Nichols. Songs about work, women, broken hearts and booze, and a catchy opening song, On My Way Downtown, which makes you feel the urge of having a beer at a bar.



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 Wow! I ADORE this album. Straight to the top 5. Lanegan has gone beyond himself with this album.  I got obsessed about this album for 2 weeks or more, and I still listen to it compulsively. One of these albums that the more you listen the more you love them and discover tiny new elements with each listening. So fuckin’ great!



Finally the genius went solo, after delivering outstanding stuff with his different projects, and released this magnificent album I’ve been enjoying so much. It was the final proof to show the world he’s far from the hype and possesses a great deal of talent. Perfection would be mentioned here if the show he offered with the female band would have been more passionate rather than so “cool” looking.



Allow me not to extend much in explanations and check my previous post. Solid, powerful, rockin’, this is the exact dose of music you need for headbanging to the max. Very glad this album has been praised by both critics and people, and proud my “guys” have reached so far. BRAVO




This is one of the exceptions as it hasn’t been included YET in the albums of the week. One of the reasons is because I was encouraged to listen to this album after purchasing Loteria on the record store day and recovering Metallic I.O.U. The truth is that the most New Yorker band in L.A, real street bad asses led by Bryan Small, have again delivered an intense album full of booze, drugs, filth and broken hearts, and Homesick Blues is damn awesome.


I know, this is close to be a dealbreaker, and coulf be named as the guilty pleasure of the year too. I made public I had surrendered to the hype, and I’m still hooked to Born To Die, something which scares me somehow, because I don’t think what Lana del Rey might offer us, can keep the same level.



 I wrote about this album when the band, days before the worldwide release, allowed the fans to listen to the album online. I literally devoured it and felt in love right away. The guys from New Brunswick are about to jump into the mainstream thanks to this wonderful album, which shows a noticeable evolution and improvement, and personally speaking, I love they are capable of gathering new and older generations at venues for attending the shows. They bring youth to the adults, and transmit old school values to the youngsters. Their story telling is sublime.



Thanks to a friend who invited me to attend the show they offered in Barcelona one month ago I discovered a wonderful band which, wrongly following my name instincts, I had completely ignored. After 30 seconds of the opening song, I knew that, what I was about to discover was different and classy. Amazing album and excellent live performance.



Americana was a bunch of revisited covers after all, it was compulsory uncle Neil and his pals ended jamming eventually, because this is what Psychedelic Pill is about, a reunion of good old friends grabbing their instruments and recovering the spirit of Harvest playing in the barn. Two words must be pronounced which will sum up the concept of the album: RAMADA INN. Greatness!



a different kind of truth

You just wouldn’t believe what just happened here. I’ve just changed my last album at the very last minute, finally choosing hard rock over power pop, and leaving Redd Kross out of the list.

This is a surprise, even to me, but this is how I feel at 22:52h. It took me ages to listen to this album, in fact I got it less than a month ago, no matter that many friends insisting I’d love it, I felt lazy thinking it wouldn’t be worth it. The insistence of Felix and my soul bro, together with Xavi aka the deal hunter, made me push the button and start moving my ass right away. If there’s a song which drives me crazy, reminding me of wild 1984, VH personal favorite, no doubt is Bullethead. The return of Van Halen with David Lee Roth is one of the greatest #dealmakers of the decade.

Once this list has been done, I have to mention those albums which are following very close and deserve my love, respect and credit. Here they are:

– Redd Kross – Researching the Sun

– Chris Robinson Brotherhood – Magic Door

– Pulled Apart By Horses – Tough Love

– The Avett Brothers – Carpenter

What a year friends! Rough and harsh in many aspects, thanks to the amazing releases I’ve been gifted with, I’ve managed to approach the end better than expected. At the end of the day, same thought comes to mind, and I sigh in relief glad to be aware that music, not only has saved my life, but also has given me the one I’m currently living, and I feel grateful and merry.

Keep on rockin’ dears!


Knock, knock! May I come in? I know, I know, I’m officially 7 months late for Lana, pneumatic face, del Rey’s party, but wanna join while the hype lasts.

Judge a book by its cover is a great mistake, putting it aside because of its name is even more ridiculous. Truth is that for long time I haven’t paid much attention to events or new artists exalted by indie or pop dedicated press, trying to sell a band as the saviors of music or the next big thing. Thus, for instance, I’ve never been attracted to Muse, Arctic Monkeys and other IN bands, and I’m sure my position filtering has prevented me from nonsense fashion crap, but also has blocked good stuff to reach my ears. Every decision has a side effect I guess.

Once this said, I’m strictly sticking to Born to Die, as I didn’t know Lizzy Grant, and haven’t heard anything earlier than her official debut album at the moment either.

In my personal world this name started to kick from time to time: Lana del Rey. What can you expect with such a name? For Americans, British or Japanese, the name might sound exotic and even sexy, but for me, being Spanish, sounds like another Latin mainstream shitty singer, or worse even, a pop Spanish artist (I don’t even know why I say “artist”). Again, I didn’t pay attention.

You might wonder what was the click which made me be aware of this girl…well, a guy. Last year I discover this gorgeous freak model named Bradley Soileau, skinny, super tattoed, and quite a badass, who months later starred Born to Die and Blue Jeans videos with Lana. Captures weren’t appealing enough as to give a try to her stuff, but at least she had a face, and very pretty as per my initial impression, too cold and expressionless, delicate chine doll like.

At this point the Lana del Ray mania started worldwide striking as hard as a hurricane, and you could see her everywhere. Music, fashion, culture, all media echoed her presence, and the bombing was overwhelming. It was one of those moments you are with or against, and I chose the second.

Not only I thought of her beauty something artificial, with those ducky lips full of silicone, her perfect skin, her disgusting nails style… Ok, let’s make a point, she’s very pretty, I reckon, but when you see her in an interview you notice something’s going on with her face, and in 10 years time, what now we label as perfect beauty, will turn into something horrifying, due to cosmetic surgery and botox treatments.

I remember her live performance of Video Games on a Spanish TV late night show in April, and I couldn’t stand her. Reviewing the video, it wasn’t that bad, her voice was perfect smooth and beautiful, she was supported by some musicians, and the song itself was fine, but since I hadn’t heard anything before, I forgot about the music and focused on the character, and appearance. Her look was wonderful in white, and her hair was simply perfect with a shawl. All Lana was so “mint” she seemed unreal. However her body language, with condescending airs, her new high class attitude, her fake fragile appearance, and that kind of ethereal invisible mist around, really killed me. She got on my nerves  so much I couldn’t believe she had so many fans and was so worshipped by everyone. I could not comprehend this product designed for hipsters had manage to trespass the boundaries, spreading popularity among other musical communities, and becoming a social phenomenon and an icon.

Less than 10 days ago I read the news announcing her as the new face of F-Style Jaguar campaign. The brand global director explained both the car and the girl share a unique blend of modernity and authenticity. The funniest thing is that the car is completely left aside on behalf of the beauty of Lana reflected in very sensual and classy shots.

Since I wasn’t too busy at that moment, I felt like checking her videos and songs for the first time, and with low expectations, yet trying to be as objective as possible. And oh, surprise! Not only those videos featuring #fuckable Bradley Soileau were acceptable, I also liked Video Games, and Summertime Sadness. I felt puzzled. I went to the toilet in a hurry and look at myself in front on the mirror, I touched my own face and thought “Toi, what’s wrong? Are you ok? Is this a dream?” I pinched myself, and all that was real. I liked something coming from a girl I had been despising and criticizing for so long… Nah! That was impossible, and I took comfort from the thought of those were the singles and the rest of the album would be  a crap.

I had to face the menace form its roots, and since I found a second hand CD at bargain price, I got it, to listen to it properly and loud. For two days Born to Die is been the only record I’ve listened to, except for the exercising sessions. And finally got my verdict.

Keeping in mind that nowadays not all the albums are awesome from top to bottom and at some point you often find these filling songs, I have to admit Born to Die effect  on me gets better with the hearings, and what I thought of a filling song has something which makes it special. Lyrics are remarkable, apart from the singles Born to Die, Blue Jeans, Summertime Sadness and Video Games, Diet Mountain Dew, National Anthem and Dark Paradise are worth mentioning here.

Once all this said, and despite her nails from Inferno, I finally have to surrender to the hype and say Thumbs Up to Lana del Rey.

I’m definitely getting old and more tolerant, dears, this would have never happened 10 years ago. 😉