Miles Raymer |Reader music critic
Riley's Grandma's Roadhouse: A sticker on the deluxe vinyl edition of this beyond-obscure 1971 album reissued last fall suggests filing it under "headneck," which for being a terrible pun actually works pretty well. Featuring honky-tonk legend-to-be Gary Stewart on bass and vocals, the trio made sweet, resiny blends of shitkicker country, hippified rock, and southern soul.
The Amps' Pacer: After the unexpected commercial success of the Breeders' Last Splash, Kim Deal retreated to a basement in Dayton to mess around with some buddies and ended up making one of the most perfect pieces of lo-fi pop to come out of an era that was already doing pretty well for itself in terms of lo-fi pop. After I rediscovered this record recently, repeat spins have made up a full 25 percent of my music listening.
The Weeknd's House of Balloons: Much of the other 75 percent of my music listening has been taken up by the most fascinating R&B record since D'angelo's Voodoo. An album-length sneak preview of what pop radio will sound like in 2012.
What does photographer Clayton Hauck listen to while swilling beer on summer nights?
This post has been amended to correct the title of the Amps' album.