In his article “An Argument Against Year-End Lists,” Dusted senior writer Ben Tausig not only manages to use the phrase “Barf city” in a relatively serious article, but he makes a very good point – the year-end album list is an antiquated ritual that needs to be axed. His reasoning is sound – who does listen to albums anymore? Lists compiling good Youtube videos or new musical discoveries are much more personal and less preachy than some blogger telling me what the top albums were this calendar year.
But, perhaps just to prove his point, I had been thinking about making my top ten list since early December. Plus, I still listen to albums. So despite my appreciation for this article, I wrote ten little poems about the albums I felt were the best this year. Kobe!

The year is two thousand eighty-five. Twenty eight-five that is.
But in case you were not aware that there is more than one way to say a four-digit number, The-Dream (aka Tiresias Nash, or something like that) is more than happy to enlighten you. After all, he is from the future, as his video for “Walkin’ on the Moon” makes painfully obvious. He travels the megaverse in the Millennium Falcon and requires no external oxygen supply when on alien planets. His body is unaffected by the eviscerating vacuum of deep space and his leather jacket makes him look like a rhinestone space cowboy. But what’s more, this song is fucking bad-ass and the video makes me want to start collecting Star Wars cards again.