Any “best of” list is, of course, completely arbitrary (“worst of” lists, on the other hand, are highly scientific), so you can take from my own list what you will. I have to say there wasn’t an album that smashed it out of the park for me this year.* Plenty of good stuff, but nothing I’d choose to have with me if I were stuck on a desert island, like Paul’s Boutique or Revolver (or a distress radiobeacon).
Anyway, here goes. Continue reading