



I really had a hard time working on a list of just 10. I wanted to include Pamilia Di Magiba, Yosha, Dice n K9, Wolfgang, Pedicab and Markus Highway on the year-ender list but I've decided to make it minimalist this time, citing only the best among the best releases that made 2008 a good year for Original Pinoy Music (OPM). I know, it's a little late to put up a year-ender special, but what the heck--it's better late than say, never. Here's the top 10 outstanding local records the define 2008's leading edge:
10. Self-Titled, THE ITCHYWORMS
The very idea of Self Titled is to assume the halfway point of Little Monsters Under Your bed and Noontime Show, showcasing the best of both worlds. But this time around, Itchyworms' Self-titled underpins a more mature, rounder sound-- albeit not as grand and as intellectual as its magnum opus, Noontime Show or as monstrously catchy as the first record.
9. Nancy Jane, NANCY JANE
Armed with a new name and established music producers/collaborators (Brian Cua, Rico Blanco, Bimbo Yance, Ricci Chan and Benjamin Gabitan among others), Castiliogne’s self-titled debut Nancy Jane scampers around various retro-modern dance music influences (house, trance, electro disco, cosmic disco, eurodance) and revels a shameless mirrorballsiness out of filtering her mesmerizingly thin voice on spatial modern discos and Hed Kandi-inspired anthems. It’s the perfect heir to Kylie Minogue, Sophie Ellis Bextor or post-90’s Madonna, as it favors a sensuous, club-oriented pop music centering on sensuality, love, unadulterated relationships and none of those pretentious philosophical musings that a lot of singers have explored failingly." -read the rest of the review here.
8. Vince Noir Project, VINCE NOIR PROJECT
The post-feminist ideas are borrowed straight from the closet of Madonna, Liz Phair and Lily Allen, but the intricate layers of noise, electronic bleeps, swishes, reverbs and stoner disco beats are results of an amalgam between cabaret triphop and artsy, electro-driven, punk rock—like Karen O. channeling Santogold, with the boys from Simian Mobile Disco helping out in the firecracker mash-up. There’s disco, there’s Brooklyn-inspired art punk, there’s eurodance, there’s the entire nu rave music scene teetering on their sonic backdrop, offering a fitting space for a postmodern narrative detailing the dangerously dark, sexy and vulnerable side of a freethinking, modern woman.
7. Pocket Guide to the Other World, THE CAMERAWALLS
Whether they rehashed once again the stoner, 80’s Britpop-feel of Orange n Lemons or they can’t seem to get enough of banduria-riffed lullabies and Morissey tendencies, Pocket Guide to the Other World still holds a spot as the most Clem De Castro-sounding record to date. As ambitious as ONL’s last album, Moonlane Gardens but as fresh and as nostalgic as ONL’s Love in the Land of Rubbershoes and Dirty Ice Cream, The Camerawalls’ debut album is distinctly charming, cropping poetic narratives and wistfulness in unforgettable pop moments. As expected, quotable quotes splatter over the record, but my favorite signature one-liner comes from the song called “Solitary North Star” telling us “there is beauty in absence”—aptly describing how we’ve missed Clem’s splendid pop songcraft.
6. Endings of a new Kind, TAKEN BY CARS
More than just the deliberate post punk influences ranging from Gang of Four, B52s, The Cure and its successors (Bloc Party, Interpol, Franz Ferdinand) – Taken by Cars’ EOANK is pretty much a take-off from the younger pool of British ‘neo-rave’ bands like Klaxons, which breaks loosely on interlocked riffs racing skyward and downward, electronic-rock vibe and reverb/fx-laden noise elbowing the kind of ecstasy poppin’ musical experience in a hi fi, laser-binding hub somewhere in Makati or Fort Bonifacio. What they make for choppy grooves and midnight discos, they also make for dreamy melodies that seemed fit for Sarah Marco’s punk-ish albeit restrictedly ranged coos. Its exactly the bands’ most lucrative weapon: dead beat vocals over circling guitar riffs, drumbeats that’s upfront in the mix as to sustain the bouncy-feel (Think of Bloc Party’s SILENT ALARM) and the intense punk rock energy that’s as abruptly orgasmic as a late night quickie." -read the rest of the review here
5. Bring Your Friends, CIUDAD
Say hello to mope anthems that shrouded the very music background of contemporary hospital dramas. Bid farewell to the already cramped, Pavement garage pop that we once enjoyed and loved. Because it’s official: Ciudad is now threading for a seeping, warm guitar rock experience via Bring Your Friends, their follow-up album to the geekily trippy but naïve It’s like a Magic. This time around, Mikey and his posse tackle relationship and adult issues with maturity finally sinking in their teeth. It’s their most VH1 material to date, containing moments-filled of mellowness in their songwriting and music style. So far, the best grown-up indie rock record I’ve heard in recent years since Deathcab for Cutie’s Plans and The Shins’ Wincing the Night Away.
4. Bipolar, UP DHARMA DOWN
What seems to translate into another episode of genius becomes Up Dharma Down’s tight spot: follow up record Bipolar isn’t in any detail, their ticket to sophomore jinxdom. Instead of recreating their bits and pieces of organized riot, Armi and gang veered from the formula that made the first record triumphant in both critical and commercial aspects.The intense menace gushing over ‘gazer-pop melodramas “Maybe” and “Pag-Agos” evolves into downtempo, Radiohead-approved ballads while the radio-courting, 70’s soul revivalism in the same league as “Oo” and “Lazy Daisy” slots in post-rock instrumentation and brooding ambient textures for a retro-modernist effect. As a result of growth as band vocalist, Armi Millare has also lessened her tendencies to oversing—like Macy Gray taking an overdose of Prozac on “Sleeptalk” or Jill Scott panicking on having a bad hair day (“Malikmata” and Maybe”). " -read the rest of the review here
3. Themesongs, ANG BANDANG SHIRLEY
I’ve always been very vocal in sharing to other people my growing fondness for Ang Bandang Shirley—that New Pornographers/Broken Social Scene-posing, gooey power pop outfit that references jeepney drivers, prom dance, outdoor childhood games, cold Christmas nights, and anything constrained under contemporary pinoy pop culture. Of all the myriad of reasons why I’m so into ABS, their pomp of not shying away from simplicity and genuine pop enthusiasm seems to be the most admirable of all. And it’s manifested on their debut album, Themesongs, which confidently exhausts widescreen melodies and harmony-laden, 70’s AM radio pop to its advantage. Their debut album also attempts to achieve the aesthetic simplicity of Eraserheads’ Ultraelectromagneticpop! and Sugarfree’s Sa Wakas, two sensational college-rock album that successfully combined wit, intellect and naiveté with pinoy pop sensibilities.
2. Your Universe, RICO BLANCO
Blanco’s solo debut album feels like a lost Rivermaya record, seemingly a missing link to his grandiosely contemplative works and strings of sensible, audience-friendly, pop gems. It’s also his most challenging opus to date as it welcomes novel ideas and offbeat experiments that’s sure to surprise old fans. Songs like “Start Again”, “Ayuz”, and “Antukin” are friendly reminders that Blanco hasn’t forgotten his alt rock roots, but the rest of the record shows his grotesquely extravagant and avant-garde side, a conclusive evidence of how forward-thinking and creative this man is. “Outta this” traces his fetish for spacious and avant electronic ideas or should I say, his worshipping for Kid A-era Radiohead. “Metropolis” has Postal Service written all over its arresting electro-ballad camp, while the new wave-tinged “Say Forever” is just so infectious and catchy. The real scene-stealer though belongs to “Yugto”, a mind-bending yet cohesive bundle of various music influences and sonic challenges stroked in one epic, art-rock production. If only for the record of setting the most surprising album that any longterm artist could dare to achieve, this is my album of the year and probably of many years to come—a revelation that will surely engrave Blanco in the consciousness of Philippine sound art.
1. Identity Theft, DRIP
Excising every possible remnant of Bristol triphop and dark electronic ambience, Drip’s Identity Theft provides soundscapes for brooding film noirs, showing the bird’s eye view of complex urban life, its atrocities and alienating romance. It’s filmic, yet full of fainting moroseness, drowning its listeners to a stratum of cacophonous drones and shivering melody—one that is built and harnessed on a foundation of samples, minor keys, scratches, vinyl hisses, arcade beats, classic music strings and jazzy guitars. The experience with Identity Theft is surely a riveting albeit a challenging one, and it dares for you to see the glow and light even in this gloomy, antihero-infested, cityscape backdrop.





