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Angst ridden singer/songwriter stuff:

Tim Buckley  Happy Sad.  Elektra
Jeff Buckley.  Live at Sin-e.  Columbia.
Like father, like son.

Ed Harcourt.  Here Be Monsters.  Heavenly.
The new Jeff Buckley, apparently.  Goes a bit beyond the guitar balladeer by adding in touches of lounge music.

The Montgolfier Brothers.  Seventeen Stars.  Poptones.
"Pro-celebrity standing around" is not only of the best titles ever, but is also a very sharp and witty little story about waiting for your girlfriend to turn up.

Icelandic coolness:

Bjork.  Debut.  Island.
Bjork.  Vespertine.  One Little Indian.
Simply one of pop's most inventive artists.

Fake Plastic Trees:

Radiohead.  OK Computer.  Capitol.
Radiohead.  Kid A.  Capitol.
Radiohead.  Amnesiac.  Parlaphone.
I believe the hype - Radiohead are brill.  Kid A and Amnesiac get better with each listening whilst OK Computer confirms itself as one of the best albums of the '90s.  That's what I think.

Something other than Dubya from Texas:

Bedhead.  Beheaded.  Trance Syndicate.
Bedhead.  What Fun Life Was.  Trance Syndicate.
Bedhead.  Transaction de Novo.  Trance Syndicate.
Criminally ignored whilst they were around, this Texas fivesome cut three quirky slowcore albums with a hint of steel pedal guitar in the 90s.  Nothing fancy here, just great riffs, mumbled vocals and an amazingly intimate and engaging sound.

Idaho's finest rock band:

Built to Spill.  Live.  Warner Brothers.
Built to Spill.  There's Noting Wrong With Love.  Up.
Doug Martsch and a few mates mine the Neil Young/Grunge vein for an hour or two.

Slint are dead: long live...

Shipping News.  Very Soon, and in Pleasant Company.  Quarterstick.
Third effort for ex-June of 44 axeman/vox Jeff Mueller's main gig.  Sensitive post-rock.

HIM.  Sworn Eyes.  Perishable.
Main gig of ex-June of 44 drummer, Doug Scharin, here togehter with post-rock/Chicago luminaries Bundy K Brown, Rob Mazurek and Jeff Parker.

Meanwhile, back in the Seventies...

Neu!  Neu!  EMI.
The original Krautrock now available on CD.  Track one is just unbelievable - circular guitar held together by a hauntingly spare drum beat.

Stereolab.  Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night.  Elektra.
Tim Gane et al owe a huge debt to Neu!  "Blue Milk" with its looping guitar figures, in particular nods, its head in the direction of Neu's groundbreaking work some thirty years earlier.

High in the firmament:

Godspeed You Black Emperor!  Slow Riot For New Zero Kanada EP.  Kranky.
Haunting fin de siecle noise from the lofts of Montreal.  "...I'm gonna pay my goddamn parking ticket!..."

Fly Pan Am.  s/t.  Constellation.
Label mates of Godspeed!,  Fly Pan Am take the oeuvre a bit further adding in swatches of white noise and turn up the dub, innit.  Incredibly noisy, fabulously groovy and deliciously violent at the Underworld back on 4 May.

Do Make Say Think.  Goodbye Enemy Airship the Landlord is Dead.  Constellation.
Over in Toronto, DMST grind out their own special post-whatever groove with heavy dub undertones plus analogue keyboard and space guitar overtones.  Gnarly.

re:  mnant.  Constellation
...in fact, the entire Constellation catalogue is gnarly.  This one nods more in the electronica direction, but firmly rooted in Montreal warehouse musique.

The sweet, sweet sound of Duluth, Minnesota:

Low.  Secret Name.  Kranky.
Low.  Things We Lost in the Fire.  Kranky.
Low & The Dirty Three.  In the Fishtank.  Konkurrent.
Ripping open emotions left, right and centre Low can both cheer up the depressive and make the manic slit their wrists.  Teaming up with fellow melancholics, the Dirty Three, In the Fishtank includes a straight at the heart version of Neil Young's "Down by the River".

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