Star Wars: Master & Apprentice by Claudia Gray

Star Wars Storytime Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this book and you haven’t read it, or if you’ll be mad if you accidentally read any possible spoilers about it, I’m going to chalk it up to “not my fucking problem”. You have been warned. Also, this is a feature about reading. You came here to read about books, so pictures in these posts will be scarce. Be an adult.

Star Wars: Master & Apprentice
by Claudia Gray

Publication Date:
April 16, 2019

Timeframe:
40 BBY

Synopsis:
The relationship between Jedi Master and Padawan is tumultuous as often as it is tight. Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi Wan Kenobi know this fact all too well. In the midst of their struggles to work together, Qui-Gon gets an offer that would allow them to part ways forever. However, after being sent on what may be their final mission together, Qui-Gon begins to have visions that casts everyone’s future into doubt.

Star Wars: Master & Apprentice

GUEST REVIEW!

Star Wars: Master & Apprentice

Special guest reviewer Rick Crumbles!

*takes a big, loud puff of his inhaler*

Greetings, Padawan! I am your Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Rick Crumbles, and I will take you through the whimsical journey that is Master & Apprentice. Sail with me on the seas of adventure and suspense as we navigate treacherous and thorny political gambits, morally ambiguous corporate decisions, and, of course, a whole lot of lightsaber wavin’!

*takes a big, loud puff of his inhaler*

Master & Apprentice is the best book I’ve ever read, and I own all the Harry Potters and all the Hunger Games and all the Goosebumps. This is better than all of them! As we all know, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi have had a tense relationship throughout their entire Jedi Big Brother program. Jinn is the big stick-in-the-mud, wise and boring rogue who stands up to the Jedi Council and gets in their faces and says “HEY! You guys are the pits!” Kenobi is the big stick-in-the-mud, wise and boring rule-follower who stands up to Qui-Gon Jinn and gets in his face and says “HEY! That’s not the Jedi way!” When Jinn gets invited to the Jedi Council, Kenobi feels betrayed and sad even though he has spent four whole years with Jinn and he hasn’t so much as taken him out for ice cream. Trust me when I say I had to suspend my disbelief for that part.

This new guy, this Rael Averross, he’s a true badass of the highest order. He doesn’t speak like a Jedi, he’s too good for that. Instead, he’s like “rawr I’m hankerin’ for some venison” or “you mean to tell me the dang ol’ princess is settin’ me up somethin’ fierce?” Averross gets mad at Qui-Gon for trying to push his prophecy vision nonsense on him, and Averross is like “now lookee here, Qui-Gon, but I ain’t gonna listen to no madman’s nightmares!” There’s a tale here that would be ripe for further backstory about Averross’ Padawan getting killed by a slicer dart, which is a thing that Claudia Gray made up but it sounds cool as shit, brah. It scrambles the victim’s brains so that they start doing unpredictable crazy stuff, like thrashing and kicking and repeatedly yelling about boning your mom. Apparently, this Padawan’s behavior was so erratic that Averross had to kill her. Cut her in half with his lightsaber. That’s badass, man. Rael Averross is a total baller.

Pax and Rahara? I could do without them. Pax was all like “nurrrrrr, indubitably we will need to maximize our profits nurrrrrrrrrrr“, and Rahara was all like “waaaah, muh old life as a slave.” A couple of whiners, if you ask me.

*takes a big, loud puff of his inhaler*

That’s all. I give this book six stars out of four, and I urge anyone with half a brain to go read this instead of Vonnegut or Chuck Palahniuk.

TOM’S REVIEW!

Star Wars: Kenobi

Tom, the Cool Guy

My third Star Wars book is the weakest so far, but still very, very enjoyable! Master & Apprentice focuses on Qui-Gon Jinn and a teenage Obi-Wan Kenobi’s tense, failing relationship. An offer to Qui-Gon to join the Jedi Council makes matters worse, as a Jedi Knight has never continued training with their Padawan after accepting such an offer. In short, Obi-Wan whines a lot and Qui-Gon spends a lot of time placidly being an accidental dickhead.

After finding Qui-Gon Jinn the best character from The Phantom Menace, I was excited to see more backstory fleshed out about his character and his relationship with Obi-Wan. This book has taught me that I don’t care that much about it, OR, more likely, that the complexities of their relationship was the least interesting part about a book that is also stuffed with intriguing political turmoil and corporate bullshittery. Czerka Corporation has had a contract with the Pijal system for centuries. They own a whole horde of legal slaves, which ain’t cool, and Pijal’s underage heir Princess Fanry seeks to end the contract. Harder than it sounds, since the Republic is wrapped up in approving a trading corridor around the system that will, like, be great for business. All the while, there’s a rogue terrorist organization — the Opposition — that aims to violently thwart Czerka and their influence on the Pijal system. OR DO THEY? See? Intriguing!

Master & Apprentice introduces (I think) Rael Averross, a retired Jedi Knight who carries himself more as a casual and crass everyman than the stoic and thoughtful Jedi that I’m used to seeing. He is lord regent of the planet of Pijal — appointed by the Republic — until heir Princess Fanry comes of age. I liked this guy! He has a good head on his shoulders, and he plays a good foil to Qui-Gon Jinn’s level-headed stubbornness. He and Jinn go way back when Qui-Gon was Dooku’s Padawan. He was an older brother figure to Jinn, and he thoroughly fucked with him on a regular basis. These are all things I can get behind. I also liked how on not one, but TWO occasions, he said something along the lines of “Jedi gotta bone once in a while, too, is all I’m saying. Nothing in the Jedi code about not bonin’.”

The book’s B-plot was tops, too, where the two best characters accidentally weave themselves into the drama of the Pijal/Czerka conflict by agreeing to work with the Jedi to investigate the Opposition. Pax Maripher and Rahara Wick are jewel thieves who engage in illegal gem trading of the galaxy. Pax was raised by 3PO droids, so he’s annoying and inadvertently callous and provides much of the story’s comic relief. Rahara Wick was a former Czerka slave, so she has very choice words about the evil corporation and its tendency to profit off of very cheap labor. These two are in love with each other and they both sort of know it. It’s cute.

SO WHAT ARE MY CRITICISMS? DIDN’T I SAY IT WAS WEAK? No, jerkface. I said it was the weakest by comparison, which doesn’t necessarily mean it’s weak. Keep up! For one thing, I thought the twist at the end was predictable, with Fanry being disgruntled with her lord regent and the Czerka Corporation and its motivations. Qui-Gon was pretty much ruling everyone out except her. What was I supposed to think, that multi-media mogul William Randolph Hearst was responsible for the terrorism? I also want to say that Claudia Gray’s writing style for adult fiction is very similar to her writing style for young adult fiction, which means that her writing it a little bit on the simple side. Kind of like mine! That’s a minor gripe, since I’m not expecting a work of Shakespeare here.

And the final 100 pages of the book are way better than the first 300. I wasn’t fully invested in the story until the day of Fanry’s coronation, which is a large amount of a book to get through before something really clicks. Good thing that these things only take four days to read.

WORTH A READ?

Sure, as long as you’re invested in the dynamic between Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi with more depth than what you find in The Phantom Menace. I thought I was, but then I realized I was more interested in a Qui-Gon Jinn backstory without the little Obi-Wan pisspants getting in the way! Or maybe I just read a whole book about Obi-Wan Kenobi and I’m tired of that jerk! In any case, the more interesting parts involved made-up characters, so maybe I just want a book in the Star Wars universe about brand new people.

That’s probably it.

Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #10 – “Teenage Wasteland (Part 4)”

* Part 4 of 4 of the Teenage Wasteland storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #10 – “Teenage Wasteland (Chapter 4)”! In the previous installment, He Who Calls Himself Topher starts making out with all the Runaway girls because he is apparently irresistable. He looks like shit to me, but who am I to judge?

Tom, that’s who.

The whole issue was spent bickering and fighting, and now Nico’s about to get bitten by a vampire. This is already the final issue of the story! My money is on the vampire.


Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #10 [March, 2004]
Written by: Brian K. Vaughan
“Teenage Wasteland (Part 4)”

Runaways (Vol. 1) Issue #10

Bronson Canyon, California – 2:58am

“AIIIIEEEEEEEEE!” shrieks Nico as our eyebrow-pierced vampire friend bares his pointy-ass fangs. He spills the beans about the robbery, that the other two weren’t his parents. They were his minions, “two lowlifes I turned years ago.”

“Since when do vampires rob convenience stores?” Nico asks, lightening up a tad. Topher is onto her: get him talking so she can bide her time and figure out how to thwart him. Nothing goin’, sister.

Topher reveals that he was born in 1900, which Nico thinks is gross because she kissed a 103-year-old man. Anyway, he made a lot of money during the Great Depression and lost it all in the dot-com crash, and he’s used to a LAVISH LIFESTYLE. So, yes, robbery. What of it?

“If I’ve learned one thing in my long life, it’s that angst-ridden brats like you always have parent issues,” Topher smiles, explaining his reasoning for the bullshit story about his own evil parents. He likes Nico, though! She’s got moxie! Spunk! Chutzpah! And Topher is going to turn her so that she can help him kill the rest of her friends! Booyah! “Too bad that scary magic wand is still trapped inside your perky little chest, huh? How are you going to stop me?”

Like this: *kick in the groin* *dildo in the butthole*

Besides, Topher can give her a special gift! Immortality! Living forever is the sweet life. Just ask Angel or Spike or Dracula or… the sparkly Twilight vampire. It doesn’t matter if Nico doesn’t want to be evil, she’s not going to care once she’s evil!

So Topher bites her, but if you recall, the staff came out of her body when she cut herself on her arm.

Ergo, when blood is shed…

 Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #10

IS THAT A STAFF IN YOUR CHEST OR ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME?! AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

“Oww! Man… will you look at that. It went clean through me and out the other side!” Topher looks down at the hole in his chest, slightly inconvenienced by the ordeal. “Sorry kid. Whedon got it wrong. Stakes don’t kill vampires, they just give us heartburn.”

Well shit. Now what? Decapitation? A day in the sun? An afternoon of Dr. Phil? All three? Nope, a day in the sun it is. And, unfortunately, dawn is still three hours away.

“Hey, Toph!” yells a voice. “You’re off the team.” It’s Alex with a torch, and he starts whipping it at Topher Grace, knocking him out. Nico has a staff in her chest and is happy to see him! She hugs him and tells him she loves him. He returns the love. Time to run before Eric Foreman regains vampire consciousness!

”The Hostel” — 3:14am

Molly, Chase, and Gert are fast asleep when Alex and Nico arrive hollering about getting the hell out of there. The three of them think it’s one, big, fatass joke. But, no, Topher’s a dang vampire and he knows where they all live and it’s time to am-scray. Not part of The Pride as far as they can tell, but he’s still an evil goose and he he knows where they all live and it’s time to am-scray.

“Well, look who came crawling back,” Karolina says, frowning, as she descends the stairs into the main room. Still salty about that Topher love, eh? Well, cut it out! Karolina, he knows where they live and it’s time to am-scray! When asked if Karolina can use her special alien lightbulb powers to fly her to safety, Karolina thinks she’s tapped out for the day until the sun comes back up again.

They don’t get to am-scray.

 Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #10

In what? In a pickle? Because, sir, you’re about to get briny! Or something.

“You forgot to fetch your stick, dog.” Topher waves the staff around willy-nilly, then smacks Nico across the room with it with a THWACK. Chase tries to douse Topher in fire with his high-tech gloves, but Topher is unharmed. “You’re even more stupid than your friends think you are,” Topher says before THWACKing him across the room next.

Now it’s Gert’s turn! She sics her dinosaur at him, but he handily grabs his tail and flips him over, crashing him through a table. This fucks with Gert’s “empathetic connection”, which is something I didn’t know she had with the dinosaur until this very moment.

Alex starts taking off a ring that is probably important, but he takes too long and Topher KRACKs him across the room. That just leaves Karolina and the currently sleeping Molly. Karolina insists that Topher bites her instead of Molly, but Topher thinks blondes are stringy and gross!

“Come on, Topher. I want you to kill me.” And it’s for a stupid reason: she doesn’t want to live in the world where there’s people like Topher and her parents and her friends’ parents and everyone’s parents and Ed Sheeran. “I’m not a good person. I just don’t want to be around to get worse.”

*jerkoff motion*

Topher gives Karolina a hickey.

 Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #10

Mmmm, tastes like chicken if chicken tasted like people.

And then Topher instantly recoils. “What the…? Sunlight. Your blood burns like…”

Flames start shooting out of his eyes and mouth. Then it’s out of control. Then he explodes into a pile of whatever.

“Did Topher just… spontaneously combust?” asks Gert.

“Karolina, how did you know your blood would do that to him?” asks Alex.

“I… I didn’t. I meant every word I–”

Before Karolina can finish the thought that she’d rather die than live…

[TOM’S NOTE: Remember when The Pride said that one of the kids is a mole? I think we may have found our mole. Just a hunch.]

…Molly wakes up with a jolt. Well, she’s been awake since Topher was biting Karolina’s neck. Ughh, things are too fucked up! Molly wants to see her mom and dad again.

“I know, Molly,” Nico says, hugging her. “I know.”

Los Angeles, California – The Next Morning

The Pride has tracked down Topher’s minions and they now hang upside from chains in a warehouse of sorts. They claim they don’t know where their kids are. They swear! “They took off with The One Who Fathered Us!”

Too bad Topher’s dead now. The two minion vampires can sense when one of their own gets slain.

OK, so they don’t know where their kids are. That’s fine. Mr. Minoru opens the room and lets in the sunlight. Dust. Ash. Pooped pants.

“Is it possible? Could our offspring have murdered one of these things?” asks Dr. Mrs. Hayes.

“You feeling it, too?” asks Mr. Yorkes.

“Indeed…” responds Dr. Mrs. Hayes. Then she smiles. “Pride.”

Final Thoughts

Does killing a vampire constitute murder? Would any jury convict anyone for such a thing? I’ve killed at least a million and I ain’t in the clink yet, dagnabbit.

Story’s over! We have a two-issue story coming up that I’ll right away, then I’ll onto UNCLE FEELY’S X-RATED PORNO COMIC EXTRAVAGANZA!!

Or maybe some more Ms. Marvel or something.

Tom’s New Year’s Resolutions for 2024

Tom's New Year's Resolutions for 2024

I resolve to stop falling asleep standing up with a hair dryer aimed at my face.

-Lose 20 pounds so that I can fit in the 45 shirts and 7 pairs of jeans that I own for skinny people.

Work on my damn book about death and dying and grief and loss and fucking around at a funeral where most people barely even care about the deceased.

-Win the lottery so that I can quit my job and spend a third of my day writing about comic books.

-Brush my teeth with such vigor that I wear away the enamel to the nerve, disintegrating the teeth to fine dust and ensuring that I’ll never have to visit a dentist again.

-Participate in a hot dog eating contest so that I can kick Joey Chestnut in the balls.

-Invent a hormone replacement therapy chewable pill that tastes so much like cotton candy that you’ll want to eat about 500 of them at once.

-Quit my job anyway because working sucks.

Get another two or three tattoos so that I can look even more like a horrible hipster douchebag than I already do.

-Destroy my nemesis, the sun, with the help of my other nemesis, my brain.

-Cryogenically preserve Jimmy Carter’s head and arms so that he can still build houses in the year 2090.

-Finally start that new feature on my blog where I discuss the merits of America’s hottest new trend: NASCAR Racing for Jesus.

-Collect every cereal known to man and start trying to breed them to create new, more evolved cereals.

-Discover the cure for cancer and then accidentally drop the vial down a bottomless pit.

Tom's New Year's Resolutions for 2024

I resolve to stop getting depressed and angry whenever I see this face in a mirror.

-Call my mom to tell her that I’m being ravaged by poisonous piranhas, then laugh at my little gag while I’m being ravaged by poisonous starfish.

-Listen to seven brand new albums per day in the Avantgarde Nazi Bluegrass genre.

-Donate all my vital organs to Science, and then some of the lesser organs to Church.

-Stop biting my nails, and also my tacks and nuts and screws.

-Be kinder and gentler to my atrocious Hellspawn children.

-Go to at least one Phish show and distribute brownies packed with fentanyl out of the kindness of my own heart.

-Seriously, though. Quit my job and never get another one.

-Write in my dream journal every morning and make shit up so it sounds more interesting.

-Be kinder and gentler to my atrocious Hellspawn wife.

-Wear a mask to protect society against COVID-19 and the eventual COVID-24, which will cause people shit out their own eyeballs.

-Stand outside voting booths and scream about the End Times if people don’t start voting for Belphegor the Sloth God to fix America’s healthcare system.

-Edit all my blog posts to include at least one mention of Little Debbie Zebra Cakes to satisfy my advertisers.

-Go back in time and murder everyone responsible for Season 10 through Season 35 of the Simpsons.

Tom's New Year's Resolutions for 2024

I resolve to only pick my nose for fun and not for profit.

-Pray for all the third-world countries in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

-End world hunger by synthesizing a delicious and filling flesh-eating bacteria.

-Volunteer at the local nursing home to taste test the food to make sure none of it is poisoned.

-Say “good boy” to every dog I walk past, even the bad boys.

-Knit at least one cowboy hat.

-Read at least three books per month about FBI agents going undercover as Nazi prostitutes in order to expand my horizons and personal tastes.

-Eat my Wheaties so I can grow big and strong like Penn Jillette.

-Donate one old kid’s toy per day to charity, but only the shitty toys that no one would want. The good, fun ones are still mine.

-Go door-to-door singing Christmas carols and spreading good cheer, starting in April.

-Cut coupons so I can start saving 30% on Hamburger Helper.

-Have a more open mind about the manga artform, even though it sucks absolute shit and I want to kill myself each time I read it for blog content.

-Write about music more so that I can continue pretending to be a bigshot critic like the fat dead guy who played the other fat dead guy in Almost Famous.

-Read more Star Wars books so I can proudly continue to be an insufferable 36-year-old child.

-And have a good time while I’m at it!

Tom’s Top 25 Albums of 2023

2023 is over! Chandler Bing died! Hamas decided to be dicks! Trump got slapped with so many criminal charges that he decided to run for president again in order to try to dodge all of it! Did I mention that Chandler Bing died?!

I am chagrined to admit that I didn’t listen to as much new music in 2023 as I usually do. First of all, I didn’t find many of the releases particularly interesting. Second of all, I was listening to so much Frank Zappa and King Crimson that my eardrums exploded, rendering me unable to hear sounds ever again. In spite of all that, I was able to scrounge up 25 albums that I very much enjoyed! And now, dear reader, you will get to know first hand what Tom picked! Isn’t that exciting?!

No?? Well, too bad. Here they are anyway.


#25 – Militarie Gun – Life Under the Gun

I hate pop punk but I like pop-like punk, and Militarie Gun’s debut is definitely the type of pop-like punk that doesn’t make me want to go back to high school in 2003 and punch every emo kid right in the teeth. Drug Church’s Hygiene was one of my favorite albums of 2022, and Life Under the Gun feels like a spiritual successor. It hearkens to the pre-grunge-era post-hardcore; the good shit. Hüsker Dü. The Replacements. Minutemen. Militarie Gun? You got it!


#24 – Amplifier – Hologram

Amplifier has a knack for making progressive rock sound heavy and manly! Porcupine Tree meets Soundgarden meets Hawkwind. Hologram is so dense and rich in sound that it’s hard to believe that it’s the work of just two people. Riff heavy, melodic, and occasionally psychedelic, the album will take you through channels in your mind that few others can tap into. As a longtime fan of Amplifier, I love hearing snippets of all eras of the band in Hologram. The mark of a fully-realized and confident band. Don’t sleep on this one.


#23 – MSPAINT – Post-American

“MSPAINT” is the perfect name for this band, because the music sounds like the kind of hilarious and splotchy art I used to make in high school to impress the other members of this one shitty message board I used to frequent… and… uh… be a moderator of. Anyway, Post-American is a diorama of colorful synthy punk excess and electronic bleeps and bloops and a shouty man. It makes for an addictive listen in the right mood! And I’m always in the right mood!


#22 – a.P.A.t.T – We

My inner teenager will always love any effort to try the Mr. Bungle formula of throwing everything under the sun against a wall and seeing what sticks. And then picking up what fell on the floor and making it stick. And then hitting the wall with a sledgehammer. a.P.A.t.T has a certain maturity to their sound that Mike Patton — god bless his 55-year-old soul — will never achieve. We is a smorgasbord of heartful, genre-bending music, and you know I don’t throw the word “smorgasbord” around lightly!


#21 – jaimie branch – Fly or Die Fly or Die Fly or Die ((world war))

Jaimie Branch died! But before she died, she had an album almost ready to go that her band and her family helped mix and master. What you listen before your ears is a boundary-pushing album of psychedelic trumpet jazz that could be described as a Bitches Brew for the modern generation! OK, that might be pushing it a tad too far, but there is a cover of Meat Puppets’ “The Mountain” which I think is gnarly as shit! I’m not smart enough to review jazz, but I know what I like, and I like this. Too bad she died, though. I would’ve liked to hear what could’ve been next.


#20 – Lankum- False Lankum

Learn everything there is to know about traditional Irish folk music. OK? Got it? Now forget everything you know about traditional Irish folk music. That’s Lankum’s False Lankum! Murky, drone-y ballads and off-kilter, slightly odd traditional tunes makes for something that sounds like it was recorded on a dreary, overcast day on the edge of a cliff in Ireland while the apocalypse rolls in over the horizon. Hypnotic, absorbing, eerie, and fun! Lots of fun! The most fun you’re going to have listening to the brownest album since Ween’s The Pod. Maybe.


#19 – Dream Nails – Doom Loop

Dream Nails gets a little bit more artsy with their newest album. The usual riot grrrl punk energy is in full force and incorporated with nuanced balladry, post-punk moods, angular song structures, and fierce feminist lyrics. It’s the kind of album that begs not to be reviewed by a shitty man like me, so I’ll respect that and close this out now.


#18 – Amoeba Split – Quiet Euphoria

If you’re looking for some humble instrumental jazz-prog rock with no cheap thrills or excessive fucking keyboards, Amoeba Split’s third fantastic album Quiet Euphoria is your cup of Canterbury tea! The six-piece outfit weaves together an engaging, comfortable tapestry of smooth, atmospheric vibraphone solos and retro saxophone and all manner of throwback Soft Machine-type weirdness. It won’t annoy you too much, I promise.


#17 – Skull Practitioners – Negative Stars

Psychedelic rock doesn’t have to sound like early Pink Floyd or Cream. It can sound like Skull Practitioners, which sounds like fuzzed out, lo-fi surf/space post-punk with crunchy garage rock solos and a few vocalists shouting at you. Surprisingly varied and never uninteresting, Negative Stars is probably the best fuzzed out, lo-fi, surf/space post-punk psychedelic rock album of 2023! Now there’s an endorsement!


#16 – Alkaloid – Numen

You won’t find a metal album much more colorful and unpredictable than Alkaloid’s Numen. Boasting 70 minutes of proggy technical death metal, the band’s third album has more twists and turns than my lower intestine! I usually don’t like an overlong, bloated slab of an album, but there’s not a single lull to be found. Fun, fun, fun!


#15 – Iggy Pop- EVERY LOSER

Iggy Pop is a gross 76-year-old man and he’s not afraid to let you know that he knows that you know this. EVERY LOSER stands out to me as a bit more meta than his usual work, with songs like “Frenzy”, “Modern Day Ripoff”, and “Neo Punk” espousing, or perhaps subverting, his many outward personas. Every angle of Iggy Pop, baby, that’s what you get on EVERY LOSER. And the old guy proves he can still rock and not have it seem embarrassing. I don’t feel that way about Alice Cooper, and I love Alice Cooper at least 2.5 times more than I love Iggy Pop.


#14 – Tardigrade Inferno – Burn the Circus

Female-fronted circus metal from Russia. Yes, please! Manic, creepy, macabre, and all around a joy to listen to if you’re into avantgarde metal like Dog Fashion Disco or Stolen Babies. If you’re not into this kind of music — and I don’t blame you — you’ll find a lot to hate! But it’s not my fault if you don’t like fun. Work on that.


#13 – Obsidian Tide – The Grand Crescendo

I’ll forgive the fact that this Tel Aviv-based Opethian progressive metal act decided to sing and English and they suck at it. The music is sweeping and beautiful; alternating between clean and harsh vocals; alternating between moodiness and bombast. It’s the most dynamic metal album I’ve heard all year. Just try not to listen to the guy’s voice and we’ll all be jake.


#12 – Decisive Pink – Ticket to Fame

This dreamy collaboration between Kate NV and Angel Deradoorian is a minimalistic, retro-futuristic pop experience. Catchy melodies and krautrock rhythms, weirdo back-and-forth vocals between the two, it’s equally funny and charming. I like this kind of stuff though. Anything that reminds me of Stereolab is a win in my book, or Tangerine Dream or Broadcast or Cluster or Harmonia or Kraftwerk or Vanishing Twin or Virginia Wing or… you know what? This album is good. That’s all.


#11 – Anareta – Fear Not

Now this is cool. Blackened doom metal featuring a chamber orchestra trio (violin, viola, cello). Is it actually metal? Is it gloomy gothic rock? Off-putting contemporary classical? None of the above? ALL of the above? Whatever you want to call it, it’s thoroughly entertaining and brimming with ambiance. Crank it while you sit alone in a darkened castle chamber to feel the full effect! I highly recommend it!


#10 – Yves Tumor – Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds)

Yves Tumor’s music defies categorization. It’s like gospel and R&B meets shoegaze grunge rave rock. I hear elements of Smashing Pumpkins, Prince, and Faith No More. Yet, the sum of all of its parts is something unique and hauntingly beautiful. Catchy and weird and packed with hooks that take multiple listens to solidify. I got a lot out of Praise a Lord… and you would too if you even had a fucking iota of good taste. Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking about you.


#9 – Osees – Intercepted Message

Osees — or OCS, or The Oh Sees, or Thee Oh Sees, or Oh Sees, or whatever else John Dwyer may want to call his garage rock project in 2024 — put out the most vibrant and focused album in years with Intercepted Message. OK, maybe not entirely focused since the music jumps schizophrenically between art pop and disco and synth rock and back and forth and all the way around again, but the spirit is there within the upbeat and silly energy. If this is the new direction that Osees is going to take for a few rounds then I’m all for it.


#8 – 100 gecs – 10,000 gecs

Have you ever listened to a band that was so stupid and tacky that you felt dumb for enjoying it? Well, take that band and add some outdated autotune and hyperactive sugar-coated glitch and you have 100 gecs. Thrash metal guitars, trap beats, skankin’ third-wave ska, 10,000 gecs has everything you need to hate music forever and then love it all over again. It’s an exercise in excess! Listening to this album is like eating an entire brick of fudge in one sitting: you regret the pain and misery after it’s done, but you’ll be damned if you’re not going back for more later.


#7 – Bear Ghost – Jiminy

Oh man, guys, Bear Ghost is like a blast to the past for me. Some of that tongue-and-cheek deranged carnival music / swing jazz / avantgarde metal with Eastern European / Middle Eastern instruments and a tornado of odd time signatures and genre shifts. I will never not like this kind of music, and with Jiminy the band’s flow is so smooth that it doesn’t take 45 listens to get into it. Just a pleasing, creative album with no pretense of higher artistic aspirations. Junk food music. It’s delicious and worthy of a Top 10 from me, because it’s my blog and I call all the shots!


#6 – Ratboys – The Window

I was disappointed with a lot of meat-and-potatoes indie rock this year, but Ratboys’ fifth album checked a lot of boxes for me. Simple, good melodies with stylistic diversity ranging from cowpunk to country-folk to extended classic rock jamming. Pretty much every song is great and easy to digest, making this one of the most replayable albums of 2023. And that’s saying something since I listen to albums exactly once before making sweeping, set-in-stone judgments!


#5 – Poppy – Zig

Poppy rules because she started out as a pop-happy Barbie-like figure and turned into this alt-industrial metal act. And then she turned back to pop — off-kilter pop — with Zig, the Poppyiest album of 2023! With lines like “Life is a commercial for death” and “Never put your grimy hands on my steering wheel“, you can see that there’s an insidious side to the sunny exterior. In short, this is my kind of shit.


#4 – Deena Abdelwahed – Jbal Rrsas

I’m not going to pretend to be an expert on techno, let alone the Tunisian-born France-based DJ Deena Abdelwahed, but I just know that Jbal Rrsas is way fucking cool. If this is what North African electronic music sounds like, then sign me up. Sonically diverse and rhythmically addictive, Abdelwahed brings warmth with her synthy EDM beats and proves that you don’t ever, ever have to listen to Skrillex ever again.


#3 – Abstract Concrete – Abstract Concrete

You would think that a dry, stuffy, nasally British man’s voice singing barely on-key over some cool string arrangements and keyboard harmonies wouldn’t be worth more than a single listen as a novelty, but it’s an acquired taste! I hated this record when I first heard it, and I’m putting it at #3?? Maybe it’s because, more than every other album I’ve heard this year, this one actually pushes the boundaries of beauty and noise. And improvisation, don’t forget that. I don’t hear much viola over cacophonous drumming and yelling much anymore these days. Abstract Concrete hits a lot of notes and emotions and feelings and pulls them off splendidly. Whether you believe that is up to you! Yes, you!


#2 – Caroline Polachek – Desire, I Want to Turn Into You

I listened to Polachek’s previous album Pang and I was disappointed. Had I listened to Pang first, I probably wouldn’t have tried Desire, I Want to Turn Into You at all. But this album is the tits, as the kids say. Originally not too impressed, this album is the very definition of a grower. After a bunch of listens you can be like “wow, this is a pretty good pop album” and then you can be like “this is what I wish Charli XCX sounded like” and then you can be like “Charli XCX is hot, though, and she knows it” and then you start listening to Charli XCX instead. But this Polachek album is really good! Great, even! Fantastic! OK, I’m done.


#1 – jellyskin – In Brine

I can’t say I fell head over heels in love with any particular album in 2023, but I was definitely the most entertained by jellyskin’s debut than by any other. Taking the top spot is an album brimming with watery electronic dance beats, impeccable pop hooks, soaring synth lines, and surprisingly haunting vocals. An album so nuanced that I am REWARDED with something new with each listen. My personal favorite is “52 Blue”, a song piled high with so many different melodies that it threatens to topple right out of your ears. That was a shitty sentence, but this is not a shitty album. Give it a listen before I turn this car around.