Top 100 Music Albums of the 2010s by FlorianJones
Anything with a write-up was in my top 50 at the end of the decade, in December of 2019.
As of today (June 14, 2022), 6 of those original top 50 have dropped into 51-100. None of them have dropped off the list entirely.
- Chart updated: 06/14/2022 23:15
- (Created: 11/26/2014 05:57).
- Chart size: 100 albums.
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While not technically at the top of this list, Blonde is the album I’m likely to look back on the most nostalgically in future decades. In large part that’s because Frank knows nostalgia better than anyone. Frank sings about it, sure. His debut mixtape had nostalgia in the title, and on Blonde’s standout track Ivy, he croons wistfully of a past relationship. But the topic is just the tip of the iceberg. Frank’s ability to evoke the feeling of nostalgia is where he really shines. Maybe it’s the haziness of the instrumentals, enveloping the listener in the cloud of a half-forgotten memory, or it could be the sweet moments of clarity afforded by his incomparable vocals. Whatever it is that makes the music tick, this man could make someone nostalgic for a couple hours ago. Maybe he doesn’t know any other way. While not quite a child star, Ocean did have to grow up fast. All the Odd Future guys did. The media doesn’t tend to shine the kindest spotlight on the young. As such, Frank had an almost immediate nostalgia for days not long gone. Nowhere is that felt more deeply than on Futura Free – a soothing collage of some of the first interviews these guys ever gave. They were just kids, unable to focus, unable to take anything seriously. You can feel the longing for that simplicity. At a time where many of Frank’s peers were tackling big, nation encompassing struggles, he opted to go more personal than ever before.
Almost by default, audiences were quick to tag Blonde as R&B. While that was Frank’s starting point, the genre hardly applies anymore. On the aforementioned Ivy, Frank’s voice glides over the top of two interweaving guitar lines of ephemeral dream pop. No other instruments are present. How often do we hear R&B completely forego percussion? For that matter, how often do we hear a voice like Frank’s in dream pop? On Solo, the only accompaniment to Frank’s (in this case rap inflected singing) is the calm swell of an organ and an occasional whistle. All of Blonde makes similar choices with most songs foregoing the expected in favor of stripping back for a minimalist approach like no other. Every choice is beautifully considered. Blonde’s back half plays out more as a medley than as distinct songs, and it’s exactly what the album needs. I couldn’t begin to consider better sequencing here. Such attention to the whole is captivating. One of the album’s greatest moments comes part way into Nights, when the song slowly collapses, then in an instant, builds back up as something entirely new. This beat switch happens exactly thirty minutes into a sixty-minute album. Frank considered everything. [First added to this chart: 06/22/2017]
The lyrical content of The Idler Wheel (full name The idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do) is appropriately eloquent and verbose for an album penned by a woman using short poems as album titles. Take as an example “my cheeks were reflecting the longest wavelength” from Anything We Want, a line which strikes me as the most roundabout yet elegant possible way of saying “I blushed.” Fiona’s graceful lyricism is only one piece of The Idler Wheel’s whole. Also striking is how raw and confrontational The Idler Wheel feels – each song sung with an invigorating first take energy. Fiona manages to turn on a dime from an angelic whisper to a guttural howl. These vocal takes lack refinement, but that’s crucial to how brightly they shine. There are separate sets of traits that make great singers and great vocalists. A great singer can hit the notes, but a great vocalist can imbue each note with passion. Fiona Apple is that special breed capable of both. She sings with the best of them, but she also hones in on moments where embracing imperfection yields wondrous returns.
In instrumental terms, the ten compositions comprising The Idler Wheel are sparse, but each is formulated with precision. Fiona plays the piano with an authoritative hammering that lends the instrument a clamorous percussive feel. Throughout, Fiona leans into music that is considerably more rhythmic than standard singer-songwriter fare. Many of those tendencies are willfully abstract. Jonathan and Regret each open with chugging mechanical beats that feel instantly familiar, yet difficult to identify. Fiona welcomes nontraditional elements such as the gentle pitter-patter underscoring Daredevil billed in the liner notes as thighs, or the torn paper of Periphery. Every inch of The Idler Wheel, down to the smallest minutiae, shines with unbridled passion. Lyrics, vocals, instrumentation: regardless of the avenue in which one chooses to assess it, The Idler Wheel excels. [First added to this chart: 04/15/2015]
Every artist strives for excellence. The desire to leave an impact on the world is part of human nature. People want to be remembered. People want to be praised. People want to succeed. Most artists know to temper their expectations. If they can bring joy to themselves and garner an audience large enough to keep a positive balance in their checking account they’ve done enough. With Good Kid M.A.A.D City, Kendrick Lamar achieved more than many ever dream of. That album was a lyrically heady examination of Lamar’s own experience of youth in the often glamorized world of Compton gang life. It landed itself on numerous publications’ year end lists. It debuted at number two on the Billboard 200. It has since gone triple platinum. In every regard, Good Kid M.A.A.D City was a success. Kendrick would be remembered regardless of his follow up, but more than possibly anyone else in music, Kendrick Lamar has ambition. To Pimp a Butterfly is about as blatant a bid for masterpiece status as an album can be. Ideologically dense, with narrative complexity guided by multiple through lines, diverse live instrumentation culled from the whole of African American history, and a seventy-nine-minute runtime, this album wasn’t just meant to be listened to – To Pimp a Butterfly was meant to be analyzed. It’s the kind of album that could have been an overreaching and overzealous embarrassment if Kendrick hadn’t found success in everything he pursued here.
For the instrumentals on To Pimp a Butterfly, Kendrick Lamar has surrounded himself with some of the best talents currently around. We’ve got silky smooth bass from Thundercat and vibrant, technically astounding saxophone from Kamasi Washington. Hearkening back to the classics, To Pimp a Butterfly is rich with jazz, soul, funk, and R&B. Lamar himself floats over it all with ease, deploying a vast array of flows all tailor suited to a specific mood. Even on the distinctly off-kilter and organic jazz of For Free? he spits his verse with incomparable dexterity. This man was born to rap.
Kendrick’s lyricism here is right on the money. This is the kind of work that the word zeitgeist exists to describe. On an individual level, there were albums this decade that spoke more succinctly to my experiences, but no one understood the struggles of the nation as a whole better than Lamar. It was a tempestuous decade of widespread discontentment. The decade’s two U.S. presidents could not have been more fundamentally opposite. Civil unrest is as high as it’s been in decades. Ideologically speaking, the solutions are simple. Care about your fellow man. Treat strangers with respect and understanding. In application, there’s a lot more to it. There are systemic problems holding the nation back – problems that could yet take decades to solve. Lamar examines it all. He tackles these problems with nuance, understanding that often concessions need to be made on both sides of an argument. Nowhere does Kendrick do this better than on pre-release single The Blacker the Berry, in which, after tearing white America a new one, he turns and harps on the hypocrisy of his own community. He knows the legitimacy of African American struggles as much as anyone, but he also knows that for things to improve, everyone is going to have to work for it. With this knowledge, Lamar looks inward. He starts with himself on songs like u, opening up his internal dialogue, struggling with grief and depression as he philosophizes on his own failings as not just a man, but a famous one. His own faults become magnified by the millions of young fans looking to him for guidance. That song is complemented later on by the triumphant and self-confident i, which concludes a redemptive arc carried through the album. Kendrick sets up these kinds of payoffs throughout his work, showcasing a deft understanding of the art of storytelling. [First added to this chart: 03/19/2015]
D’Angelo doesn’t want anything overshadowing his music, not even himself. For some artists that’s exactly what they want. People like Bowie or Prince built careers on their star power. Don’t get me wrong here, those guys had tunes, but they also found a way to heighten their work through their personalities. They built entire mythologies around alter egos and world conquering star power. D’Angelo had everything he needed to do the same. Coming up as an R&B star (a genre often glamourized for sex appeal) with a voice and a body like his, it seemed inevitable that people would flock to him more for who he was than for what he created. So, after his sophomore effort Voodoo, he went on a fourteen-year hiatus. Then, in a year where returning from hiatus was apparently grounds for flying self-branded blimps over major metropolitan areas, D’Angelo dropped Black Messiah completely out of the blue. It was a smart move. If journalists were given any advance, you can bet your ass they’d be writing thinkpieces. Now, there’s nothing inherently wrong with a well-articulated thinkpiece, but without new music to discuss, the spotlight would be on D’Angelo one hundred percent. That’s not what he wanted. The music comes first, and he delivered it first. Not only that, but Black Messiah came out on December 15th, and as is tradition, music journalists had jumped the shark; listmas was already over. There was no need to compare it to everything else. Black Messiah was left to stand entirely alone. All that mattered was the music.
So let’s discuss the music. From the rollicking revolt of 1000 Deaths to the suave flamenco of Really Love, D’Angelo covers a lot of ground here without ever straying too far from his roots. Every note on Black Messiah is beautiful and lush. The liner notes read… “No digital ‘plug-ins’ of any kind were used in this recording. All of the recording, processing, effects, and mixing was done in the analog domain using tape and mostly vintage equipment.” As elitist as that statement sounds, it’s not misguided. The analog treatment provides a warmth and intimacy to the recording that digital struggles to replicate. Stylistically, Black Messiah is lost in time. It would be equally at place in the archives of 1960s Motown as it is in the modern era – another trait bolstered by analog. Even lyrically, D’Angelo keeps things topical while expertly skirting around any specificity that could tether him to 2014. It’s a protest album on par with Gaye’s What’s Goin’ On that speaks to then as well as it does to now. It’s frightening that this is where we’re at. In a better timeline we wouldn’t be dealing with the same struggles for the better part of a century. But here we are, and we couldn’t ask for a better musician on the frontlines. [First added to this chart: 02/04/2015]
There’s a lot to discuss regarding Deerhunter’s constant yet subtle evolution. At this point in their career they’ve navigated vast sonic terrain without ever losing sight of what sets them apart. Now, they haven’t altered their sound simply to maintain appearances. Experimentation for its own sake is a worthwhile endeavor, but Deerhunter’s artistic development serves a greater purpose: to seamlessly marry musical content with lyrical concept. Halcyon Digest is a journalistic examination of the halcyon days (the blissful and serene days of one’s youth). Deerhunter takes this opportunity to deliver a hazy, ephemeral album. Opener Earthquake is one prolonged swell crashing down like a wave. Sailing is listless and loose, washing over the listener with nostalgic warmth.
The subject of Halcyon Digest is a double-edged sword. The past is never recalled correctly. So, while accepting the desire to reminisce on days long gone, we are confronted with our tendency to retrospectively idealize events that were uglier than we care to admit. That too finds integration into the music of Halcyon Digest. Turn your attention to Desire Lines. On the 2008 single Nothing Ever Happened Deerhunter fought against their pop sensibilities with an outro that slowly decayed into aggressive distortion. Here they embrace their saccharine songwriting, riding through a similarly structured track with a soothing outro that gently dissipates until there’s nothing left. They’re taking the lyrical tendency for idealization and applying it to the music, going as far as to include a wonderfully exuberant saxophone accompaniment on the penultimate Coronado for one of their biggest hooks to date. Unfortunately, the halcyon days never last, which brings us to closing track He Would Have Laughed, dedicated to punk rock savant Jay Reatard. At the age of twenty-nine, Jay passed away in his sleep. Like many endings in life, his came completely out of the blue. In symmetrical fashion, He Would Have Laughed concludes without notice – mid-note. It leaves the listener feeling hollow and it begs you to revisit just once more. [First added to this chart: 01/20/2015]
After Fleet Foxes’ debut in 2008, audiences (as they are wont to do) were quick to draw comparisons to predecessors. Being a debut that drew heavily on previous decades, yet displayed an excess of talent, the comparisons were both numerous and flattering. Sophomore effort Helplessness Blues makes good on any expectations that came from the debut while also expanding the richness of their sound. These songs are fuller, and more extravagantly orchestrated, yet they maintain a balance that gives the more intimate moments ample space to breathe. As much as I admire the progression, the most striking aspect of Helplessness Blues is not musical. This album (as wonderful as it sounds) would be similarly accomplished if it had no instruments at all. Frontman Robin Pecknold’s work here leads to a new comparison. No longer a sonic comparison, but a lyrical one, he evokes the work of Bob Dylan. Much like Dylan, Pecknold alludes to universal experience through intimate personal detail, and in many regards takes on the voice of his generation. Conveying the sensibilities of one’s own generation through music is hardly unique – In this collection of musings I praise Car Seat Headrest’s Will Toledo for the same thing, but not since Dylan has someone filled the role with such poetic grace as Pecknold. The album opens straight away to the following lines…
So now I am older than my mother and father when they had their daughter. Now what does that say about me? Oh, how could I dream of such a selfless and true love. Could I wash my hands of just looking out for me?
There is clarity to those lines. Like most of his generation, he’s reached a tipping point. He lives with the impression that past generations got their shit together younger than he possibly can. Where some of his contemporaries may have blamed their elders, or the ever enigmatic “system”, Robin looks inward. He struggles with self-doubt. He blames himself while also longing for an ideal that is constantly out of reach for many individuals. It may be a less satisfying route, but it’s more grounded, and it’s honest. Helplessness Blues, as the title implies has many similar lamentations, but it is not without hope. On the title track he sings…
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique – like a snowflake, distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you’d conceive. And now after some thinking I’d say I’d rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me.
Again, Pecknold delves into society’s often unrealistic ideals, revealing to the audience his own realistic approach. Interspersed in moments like this, I also find that Robin excels at littering his speech with concise imagist details that bring life and color to the world of the album. A line from The Shrine reads “In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight, all diffuse, like skin abused, the sun is half its size.” It’s a palpable form of description. Each and every one of these twelve tracks is rich with similarly evocative and textural verse. It is sure to be interpreted differently by each listener, but with that, Helplessness Blues finds its staying power. To the extent that it doesn’t land with the same impact to each listener, it won’t land the same with an individual over time. Poetic interpretation will vary with experience. In twenty years I’ll still be listening, but I won’t be hearing the same words. [First added to this chart: 01/20/2015]
Over twenty years into their careers, new Low music comes with expectations. You don’t exist in the music scene for that long without having a reputation of some sort or another, and since the beginning Low have been known to be quiet. Double Negative’s first impression was that of an outlier. This is music that was clearly intended to be loud. The production is heavy with static and feedback to the point that it often drowns out vocalists Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker. These are the kind of sounds that make you question the condition of your speaker cones. Sonically, Double Negative appears to be a sharp left turn for Low, but ideologically the production is a perfect fit. Making music dubbed (to the band’s dismay) slowcore, Low has always been methodical, subdued, and prolonged. Their music asserts that negative space is an instrument unto itself. On previous recordings, that negative space was silence. But silence as an ideal is never perfect. As evidenced by John Cage, silence becomes whatever surrounds you – the hum of a fan or the cough of a passerby. Double Negative is a new interpretation of that silence. Here the spaces are filled with excess. We’re hearing chaff typically left on the cutting room floor – the sound of maxed out monitors and guitar strings left to vibrate between the notes. Loops of sound swell and collapse with each beat. Low find expressive beauty in this noise, and moments of clarity hit with greater catharsis than ever before. [First added to this chart: 04/26/2020]
Why High Violet? Of all visible color, violet’s wavelength is the shortest, or highest frequency: an interesting detail that probably has no bearing on this album’s title. Due to the historical rarity of violet dyes, violet has long been perceived as a high-class color. Maybe I’m grasping at straws, but The National have always written about class. They aren’t a built from nothing success story. They have degrees. They had desk jobs. These men are white collar Americans. Like most of us, they found that world disaffecting, but like few of us ever will, they managed to leave it behind. Yet, sometimes making it as a band isn’t enough. Inadequacy, emptiness, sorrow – those feelings can stick with you, and they’re woven throughout The National’s career – here they are most clearly laid out on Sorrow. Not five minutes into High Violet, Matt Berninger hits us with “Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited. Sorrow won.” It’s a monumental moment: a complete loss of hope. Given the band’s decision to perform this one song for six hours straight as part of an installation at the MoMA PS1 (later released in the box set A Lot of Sorrow) I take it the band understands both the weight of the song and the inherent humor in its melodrama. High Violet isn’t all gloom, but The National understands catharsis. In order to feel release, you must first feel confined, as though everything has been lost. That point is Sorrow. But fittingly, the brightest song on High Violet is closing track Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks. At this point in the album, they’ve mourned it all, and all that’s left is to cry. It’s the final release. [First added to this chart: 01/20/2015]
I still don’t have any need to talk about this album. Phil Elverum experienced a trauma that many people will likely never comprehend. In the wake of that trauma, he wrote. Prior to releasing A Crow Looked At Me, Phil admitted that he doesn’t consider this album music. Maybe he doesn’t even consider it art, but he felt compelled to make it. There’s a tremendous generosity to his actions. Not many people would open up to the public about such things. Phil did, and his work speaks for itself more than any writer ever could. [First added to this chart: 10/24/2017]
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Top 100 Music Albums of the 2010s composition
Year | Albums | % | |
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2010 | 11 | 11% | |
2011 | 6 | 6% | |
2012 | 7 | 7% | |
2013 | 5 | 5% | |
2014 | 9 | 9% | |
2015 | 15 | 15% | |
2016 | 13 | 13% | |
2017 | 12 | 12% | |
2018 | 7 | 7% | |
2019 | 15 | 15% |
Artist | Albums | % | |
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Kendrick Lamar | 4 | 4% | |
Tame Impala | 3 | 3% | |
Frank Ocean | 3 | 3% | |
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds | 2 | 2% | |
Vince Staples | 2 | 2% | |
Earl Sweatshirt | 2 | 2% | |
Angel Olsen | 2 | 2% | |
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Top 100 Music Albums of the 2010s chart changes
Biggest climbers |
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Up 41 from 52nd to 11th Black Up by Shabazz Palaces |
Up 34 from 82nd to 48th Reflections by Hannah Diamond |
Up 26 from 99th to 73rd Moth by Chairlift |
Biggest fallers |
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Down 35 from 26th to 61st Pom Pom by Ariel Pink |
Down 28 from 21st to 49th The Age Of Adz by Sufjan Stevens |
Down 24 from 48th to 72nd Benji by Sun Kil Moon |
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Nice! I agree 2015 was the strongest year so are. And I like the stuff you've thrown at the end.
Excellent Chart!
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