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There's a constant debate among my music snob peers as to whether our '90s obsessions—Pavement, GBV, Olivia Tremor Control, Bjork—will stand the test

Jessica Jalbert is a sorceress, but you shouldn't feel out of the loop if you've never heard the name. Doing a little research, one finds that Jalbert released

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Please don’t tell me how good a Sleater-Kinney album is in 2015. This isn't supposed to be some regenerative proclamation in a new year of music. It is

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Top 10 Albums

10. PC Music, DISown Radio Mix (self-released)
It’s rare that I’ll include any kind of mixtape on a year-end list (actually I’m pretty sure it’s unprecedented, unless I included Diplo’s first mix for MIA years back), but what the shadowy, commercially bent PC Music enclave did with utopian electronic pop throughout the course of the year was undeniable. I spent much more …

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