Time for tunes 80 thru 71 in our Top 200 of the past ten years.
80 Dr. Dog – It (2010)
Criminally tucked away on the expanded edition of Shame Shame, It is perfect Dr. Dog – nostalgic, feel-good, laid back folk inflected Americana that cries out for the back porch.
79 Chaika – The Mirror (2015)
Compulsive, hazy garage-psych to sear the soul.
78 Blitzen Trapper – Furr (2008)
At their best when they evoke their inner Bob Dylan and major on the rhyme heavy folk, Furr is a surreal, harmonica-flecked Jungle Book style tale set to a toe-tapping, bluesy rhythm.
77 Withered Hand – Hard On (2009)
With his creaky, fragile voice Dan Wilson (aka Withered Hand) might be an acquired taste. But for the connoisseur his awkward, funny and often brilliant bedroom-folk is a pure joy. A beard don’t make you a man / No, it takes something else / Something I’ll never have
76 The Felice Brothers – Whiskey In My Whiskey (2008)
The Felice Brothers are all the R words. Ramshackle, rollicking, raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and never more so than with this song. They are a carnival band in the best sense of the word taking in everything and spitting it back out with humour, irony, pathos and a gritty realism. This should be heard live, preferably at a party on a riverboat steamer or in a backwoods bar with old bullet holes scarring the walls.
75 Spector – Chevy Thunder (2012)
Sing-a-long indie anthem par excellence.
74 Snakes – Young American (2016)
Marvellous twangy Americana driven by a chugging, Johnny Cash style rhythm and Hank style vocals.
73 Natural Child – Rock Bottom (2012)
Whiskey soaked, doobie smoked Southern-fried blues-rock in the vein of Beggars Banquet-era Rolling Stones, played with a sloppy grit and sleazy charm.
72 Pete and the Pirates – Winter 1 (2010)
Like a 96 Tears for the modern world, Pete and the Pirates always had an ear for a catchy pop hook and this is one of their biggest. Irresistible.
71 Girl Band – Pears For Lunch (2015)
Unfiltered, freaked-out noise punk that perfectly marries the nervous, twitching energy of the guitars with deadpan vocal apathy. Ate eight bananas and I thought about a jog / Legged it around the gaff and took my top off / I look crap with my top off / Spend my time watching Top Gear with my trousers down.