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Haiku Review 4 U

Some of my favorite albums from the first half of '09, in embarrassing grade-school poetics:

Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix [Kinetic French pop / Ooh, rock me Amadeus! / and go buy me now]


Placebo - Battle For The Sun [Love or hate or punt / but the feelings they evoke / never set to stun]



Matt & Kim - Grand [Two kids, one great vibe / smiles for miles and killer beats / make a grand old time]



Metric - Fantasies [True reality / these tunes need no conversion / flourishes of fab]



Morrissey - Years Of Refusal [So why the long face? / Your refusal never trumps / my unending love]

Tortoise - Beacons Of Ancestorship [Post-rock? Not a chance / Muscular instrumentals / captivate post-haste]

Manic Street Preachers - Journal For Plague Lovers [Corruscating rock / with lost lyrics from Richy / a late-career peak]

Royksopp - Junior [Sly electronics / sweet spunky Swedish sounds with / no senior moments]

Zombi - Spirit Animal [Re-animated / epic aural black velvet / that proves prog ain't dead]

Depeche Mode - Sounds Of The Universe [What, these guys again? / So substantive and true, they / never let me down]

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