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The end of the year is nigh and who can resist a good list? For your sonic pleasure and enlightenment, Breezeblog has once again compiled its 10 favourite albums of the year.

Aside from the global domination of Adele (more of whom later), the best music this year was arguably made by women. The likes of Kate Bush, Bjork, PJ Harvey and Feist weren’t among my particular favourites but there was no doubt that they made some of the year’s most interesting and innovative records, challenging listeners and pushing boundaries. Lana del Ray’s hypnotic Video Games had a strong case for song of the year. Unusually, not one soul, reggae or hip-hop album grabbed my attention this year and I find myself gravitating to more roots/Americana music in my vintage.

Anyway, the list is what it is so – in reverse order – here is my top 10 (well 11, as I couldn’t quite manage a final edit). Part deux tomorrow.

10= Rave On Buddy Holly

Buddy Holly’s near-perfect pop songs of the 1950s still reverberate through music more than 50 years after his untimely death at 27. A host of big names lined up to pay their dues to one of rock’s pioneers on this excellent tribute. Cuts range from straight covers by Cee Lo Green on (You’re So Square) Baby, I Don’t Care and She & Him’s Oh Boy, to Lou Reed’s grinding grunge version of Peggy Sue, Patti Smith’s Spanish take on Words Of Love and an extraordinary It’s So Easy by Paul McCartney.

10= Outside Looking In – Delta Maid

Katie Foulkes may be more Mersey than Mississippi, but her engaging heart-felt take on country blues was an unexpected pleasure. I hope she manages to retain her authentic Patsy Cline/Loretta Lynn sound above the inevitable attempts to market her good looks.
Favourite tracks: Of My Own, Picking Up The Pieces, Spend A Little Time.

9. Euphoric /// Heartbreak \\\ – Glasvegas

The title says it all really. The Scottish band’s second album featured singer/writer James Allan’s emotional highs and lows in all their soaring, aching glory, delivered against a mesmerising wall of sound that adds some synth layers to the epic guitars of their first album. The effect is positively cinematic.
Favourite tracks: Euphoria Take My Hand, Lot’s Sometimes, The World Is Yours.

8. Wounded Rhymes – Lykke Li

My favourite quirky Swedish chanteuse followed up her left-field debut Youth Novels with an album denser in mood and texture that got more intriguing with every listen. She remains an intense and compelling performer whose beguiling vocals swing from bittersweet folk to powerful, thumping rock/dance anthems. A talent very much in progress.
Favourite tracks: Get Some, I Follow Rivers, Jerome

7. 360 Days At Sea – Heather Nova

After the delicately acoustic Jasmine Flower, Heather Nova’s eighth studio album marked a return to full-band mode with one of her best-ever albums. Inspired by discovering the Bermuda wreck of the Moon, the boat on which she lived as a child, it weaved poignant personal songs like The Good Ship Moon and Turn The Compass Around with sparkling pop-rock like Beautiful Ride. Her ethereal voice has never sounded better. But then I’d happily listen to her sing the phone book.
Favourite tracks: Beautiful Ride, Stop The Fire, Higher Ground, Save A Little Piece of Tomorrow.

6. Barton Hollow – The Civil Wars

The gorgeous harmonies of folk/Americana duo Joy Williams and John Paul White were one of the surprising discoveries of the year. Their debut album was a beautifully minimalist and intimate collection of songs that showcased their voices over the barest of acoustic arrangements proving that less is often so much more. The album includes a lovely version of Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me To The End of Love – and check out their version of Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean on You Tube.
Favourite tracks: Barton Hollow, Poison & Wine, I’ve Got This Friend.

>> Tomorrow: Countdown to Breezeblog’s No.1

My friend and former Royal Gazette reporter Neil Roberts is a man after my own heart. “What is life without football and music?” he asks towards the end of Blues & Beatles, his entertaining new book about growing up obsessed with Everton FC and the Fab Four – even though the band broke up the year before Neil was born … well south of Merseyside in St. Alban’s, Hertfordshire.

This book is in the same vein as Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch and will strike a familiar chord with us obsessives whose memories and moods are defined by the ups and downs of their chosen team and life’s milestones are marked by great albums and memorable gigs. I thought about writing a similar book about QPR and Rod Stewart – only I would have probably topped myself having to write about the R’s depressing 15 years in the wilderness and Stewart’s pitiful squandering of his God-given talent since the late 70s.)

In Neil’s case, his twin obsessions were passed down from his dad Colin, who hails from the Wirral, and the book tells how these become the touchstones through which father and son communicate and remain connected through the turmoil of a family breakup. I worked with both Colin and Neil at the Gazette (it was Colin, then the deputy editor, who picked me up at the airport when I first arrived in Bermuda in December, 1982), so I got a kick out of the island episodes – although knowing both of them, it was painful to read some of the more emotional episodes.

But as someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, that’s to Neil Roberts’ credit. A former BBC and ITN reporter, he writes in a short, snappy style almost as if he is talking to camera and is unabashed about revealing his feelings, which are frequently touchingly sentimental, whether he’s recalling grandparents, old girlfriends or nervously meeting his heroes like Duncan Ferguson or his beloved Paul McCartney. He is, and always will be, a fan at heart and that passion runs throughout Blues & Beatles which is all the better for it.

The person you end up really feeling sorry, though, for is young George, Neil’s son. At age 7 he is already following the twin family traditions (or curses?) even though he must already realise that Everton will only get into Europe again if there’s a war and that the chances of Macca making another decent album at his age are as likely as a Beatles reunion.

The poor lad is doomed to a life of disappointment. Still, it will give him something to moan about in later life – just like a real Scouser!

[adapted from original review on]