The List...

...which will not include Beirut nor Joanna Newsom nor TV on the Radio or The Hold Steady or The Knife or or...etc etc. This blog has read about them all, of course, and is completely relaxed in not feeling the need to actually hear them. More than ever, reallyrather is trusting its instincts. Rather more regretfully there's also no place in the Top Ten for the following, though much played and enjoyed:

:: The Essex Green / Cannibal sea
:: Shelley Short / Capt Wildhorse (rides the hearts of tomorrow)
:: Scarboro Aquarium Club / Black swan days
:: Lily Allen / Alright still
:: Norfolk & Western / The unsung colony

...nor even for

:: Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins - Rabbit fur coat
What?! As in What?! reallyrather knows this record inside out and yet and yet...for all it indubitable quality and Lewis' disarmingly fantastic gorgeousness the songs on RFC lay on the ears, not inside them...

And so, and so...

10. Pipas / Sorry, love
Give this pair a Blue Peter badge! Unheralded have-a-go pop heroes Mark and Lupe continue to wend their own sweet way dropping more bright, swish, increasingly beat-y laptop insouciance as they go. Enthusiasm we definitely don't want to curb...
[pipas]

9. The Tyde / Three's Co.
'Head stuck in the sand for good now'
For anyone already in possession of albums 1 and 2, Three's Co. held absolutely no surprise but plenty to delight. Namely, lashing more of that squzzling, deliciously analog surf pop, vinegary lyrics gleefully kicking the sand back in the faces of their detractors. Dive in, people...
[the tyde]

8. Benoit Pioulard / Precis
'I hope I can age that gracefully'
Swirling, dream-like bedroom recording project comfortably withstands cult label exposure; could use yet more. A gorgeous headphone trip, bristling softly, restlessly, its distinctly song-oriented approach keeping Pioulard nicely away from the ambient wallpaper of much folktronica. His mother calls him Thomas...
[benoit pioulard]

7. The Be Good Tanyas / Hello love
More of the same from Trish, Frazey and Sam - ie. a beautifully intuitive take on the folk/blues traditions and a naturalness in recording that others would do well to study. Their pared-down, understated approach still packs an emotional punch be it on gospel-y standards like What are they doing in heavan today or sublime originals like Ootischenia, all awash with heady harmonizing. Simply elemental...
[be good tanyas]

6. The Pipettes / We are The Pipettes
'What do you do when the music stops?'
Easy - press repeat. Containing the greatest pop record of the 21st century so far, the string-driven majesty that is Pull shapes, this debut collection comes on like an instant greatest hits compilation. Or a dream diner jukebox from a John Waters movie; hit any number you like, it's a winner. Tho' mostly upbeat, A winter's sky is an especially noteable slab of Shrangri-Las lachrymosity. Gives pastiche a good name...
[the pipettes]

5. Don Peris / Go when the morning shineth
Grievously little-noticed solo release from The Innocence Mission man, dominated naturally by the delicate-thru-fat twang of Peris' signature electric guitar. Wife Karen does pop up once to keep the lovely IM flag flying but it's mostly instrumentals yet no less lyrical for that. Its wistful, evocative melodicism at times out-Hawleys our own Sir Richard of Croonshire [scandalous Honours List omission!]. In the very, very best sense of the word, nice...
[don peris]

4. The Research / Breaking up
'Crack my bones/Love me tender'
Zesty charity shop heartbreak from Russell the Disaster, Georgia Bass and Sarah Drums. Bolting early '60s vocal group pop to some bish-bash-bosh Casio action, Wakefield's finest knock out hit after should've-been hit. With lashings of 'Ooh la la-las' and the unmistakably guileless thump of a girl drummer, just what's wrong with people?! Really hope they get to make record #2...
[the research]

3. The Weepies / Say I am you
'All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart'
Quite brilliant to see The Weepies getting the big-label break and even more gratifying to see them do themselves justice so completely. Supremely sure-footed emotional folky pop wall-to-wall, Say I am you represents a further refining of the deftly dovetailed talents of Deb Talan and Steve Tannen. Hugely accessible yet still to be found by the millions who would enjoy them, these are ace technicians but warm-spirited and with a keen grasp of life's slings and arrows. Onwards and upwards, surely...
[the weepies]

2. Boy Omega / The grey rainbow
Loney, dear / Sologne
Suburban Kids With Biblical Names / #3
The keen-eyed among you will have spotted a bit of rule-bending here. The keen-eared among you will understand just why. In a word: Sweden. Each of these records are only about one song short of top5 inclusion in their own right but together they neatly encapsulate the current greatness of the Swedish indie pop scene. Boy Omega represent the 'moody magnificent' end of the spectrum, Martin Gustafsson wrenching stirring sub-orchestral pop songs from his aching soul (and AppleMac). Also drum sample-heavy but to far more playful ends, SKWBN produced a sprightly, geeky and funny jack-in-the-box delight. Peering through the steamy pizzeria window at cliques they don't really want to be part of, their true-life outsiderisms will have you bouncing. And lying somewhere between the two is the keening romanticism and lovely organic feel of Loney, dear's Sologne with a run from tracks 2 thru 7 that's simply sublime...
[boy omega]
[SKWBN]
[loney, dear]

...and while we're on the subject

1. M. Ward / Post-war
...a record which features in many Best of '06 lists but rarely at the very top. Which is strange since, if this kind of music appeals, Matt simply gives you no reason or opportunity at all across its 40mins or so to mark it down. Channelling the hottest winning streak since..somebody else's, Ward piles up yet more fabulously burnished folk/blues/pop originals, brand new yet comfortably worn in and perhaps reaching its acme in the swoonsome lope of Eyes on the prize. Modestly magnificent and attracting a head-swivelling harem of fans (Jenny Lewis, Norah Jones). You'll have what they're having, right? Right...
[m. ward]