Looking Back on 2021

by John Amen

Writing โ€“ of whatever sort, poems, stories, critical work โ€“ has always felt like a compass and a weathervane, providing direction while portending from where the next storm might arrive. This year, perhaps more than others, I was grateful for the practice.

As there are numerous best-of and top-fav lists out there, Iโ€™ll keep it short. Here are some artists/projects that struck me as uniquely compelling and that seem underappreciated:

* Animated Matterโ€™s exquisitely languid and ethereally transportive Selkie.
* Anna B Savageโ€™s A Common Turn, with its diaristic yet poetic lyricism, club atmospherics, and small dollops of chamber punk.
* Archie Shepp and Jason Moranโ€™s Let My People Go, surreally tinged, subtly asynchronous, and elegantly discordant jazz.
* Daniel Knoxโ€™s Wonโ€™t You Take Me with You, a continued reinterpretation of the Sinatra-Scott Walker-Broadway Musical lineage.
* Dean Bluntโ€™s dreampop-y, agit-textural Black Metal 2.
* Kujoโ€™s dystopian, jagged, and disorienting The Rebels Have No King.
* Maple Gliderโ€™s To Enjoy Is the Only Thing โ€“ melancholy, atmospheric, uber-melodic songs.
* Nala Sinephroโ€™s Space 1.8 โ€“ trippy, electro-tinged, new-generation jazz.
* Naoko Sakataโ€™s Dancing Spirits, stunning hybridizations of classical structures and jazz improv.
* Paris, Texasโ€™s debut EP (LP?) Boy Anonymous, with its boisterous amalgams of pop sensibility and hip-hop bravado.
* Sadnessโ€™s Alluring the distant eye, seamless transitions between delicately sheer and densely apocalyptic soundscapes.

A few other standouts (most of which seem to have been a bit more widely appreciated): Arooj Aftabโ€™s Vulture Prince; Backxwashโ€™s I Lie Here Buried with My Rings and My Dresses; Beth Leeโ€™s Waiting on You Tonight;Claire Rousayโ€™s A Softer Focus; Dry Cleaningโ€™s New Long Leg; Emma Ruth Rundleโ€™s Engine of Hell; Helado Negroโ€™s Far In; Janet Simpsonโ€™s Safe Distance; Kaโ€™s A Martyr’s Reward; King Womanโ€™s Celestial Blues; Lil Ugly Maneโ€™s Volcanic Bird Enemy and the Voiced Concern; Hana Vuโ€™s Public Storage; Karima Walkerโ€™s Waking the Dreaming Body; Lingua Ignotaโ€™s Sinner Get Ready; Little Simzโ€™s Sometimes I Might Be Introvert; and Pearl Charlesโ€™s Magic Mirror. Of course, there were numerous other albums that thrilled me at different times throughout the year, many of which Iโ€™ll later regret not mentioning.

W.S. Merwin opined in a couplet that Iโ€™ve never forgotten since I first read it years ago: โ€œHope and grief are still our wings / Why we cannot fly.โ€ Itโ€™s that second line that fascinates me. Letโ€™s take care of ourselves โ€ฆ and each other.