My Top Albums of 2022 (Music Journalism Club)

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Albums:

  1. The Chats, Get Fucked

  2. Animal Collective, Time Skiff

  3. DOMi & JD BECK, NOT TiGHT

  4. LaBlue, Blue Phases

  5. Ethel Cain, Preacher’s Daughter

  6. Moonchild, Starfruit

  7. The Beths, Expert In A Dying Field

  8. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard, Changes

  9. Viagra Boys, Cave World

  10. Ravyn Lenae, Hypnos

Honorable Mentions: 

  1. The Smile, A Light for Attracting Attention

  2. of Montreal, Freewave Lucifer f<ck f^ck f>ck

  3. Hether, play it pretty

  4. Slaughter Beach, Dog, Live At The Cabin

  5. Khruangbin, Vieux Farka Touré, Ali

EPs: 

  1. Coco Bryce, Daktari

  2. Baseball Gregg, A Life Designed for Fun (Pastimes Vol. II)

  3. Faye Webster, Car Therapy Sessions

  4. Blood Orange, Four Songs

  5. Jeff Rosenstock, Laura Stevenson, Younger Still

Singles: 

  1. Sleater-Kinney, Courtney Barnett, “Words and Guitar”

  2. Hiatus Kaiyote, “Get Sun – Georgia Anne Muldrow Remix”

  3. Liv.e, “Ghost”

  4. Four Tet, Burial, “Moth”

  5. Keifer, “Why Not?”

I’ve been a fan of The Chats ever since “Smoko” dropped in 2017, immediately reminding me of an Aussie version of The Minutemen. From the first five seconds of “6L GTR”, I knew Get Fucked would be my album of the year. With 13 tracks, each hovering around the 2 minute mark (give or take), blazing through the record feels like a pedal to the metal race to the finish line. Eamon Sandwith snarls through seedy pub stories and run-ins with law enforcement on “Ticket Inspector”, while simultaneously ripping baselines in a very Naked Raygun fashion. In their classically frank nature, “The Price of Smokes” is a surprisingly enjoyable track, even though the title is pretty much the entire gist of the lyrics. Ultimately, Get Fucked feels tighter and more focused than the trio’s other projects, providing commentary on working class conditions in Australia while also making themselves the brunt of their own jokes. It manages to be a thoroughly accessible record, even though it sounds like if the line cooks at the greasiest pub in town got together and recorded some tracks after a night out. The way The Chats toe the line of sincerity and sarcasm is truly something every neo-punk band needs to be taking note of. 

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