Welcome to "Nothing Not New," a yearlong project in which New Times editorial operations manager Jay Bennett, a 40-year-old music fan and musician, will listen only to music released in 2010. Each Monday through Friday, he will listen to one new record (no best ofs, reissues, or concert recordings) and write about it. Why? Because in the words of his editor, Martin Cizmar, he suffers from "aesthetic atrophy," a wasting away of one's ability to embrace new and different music as one ages. Read more about this all-too-common ailment here.
Like Spoon, the L.A. band Eels is another act that I knew had been around for a long time yet had never actually heard. A friend told me last night that they actually had a couple of sorta big hits the way back in 1990s. I've never listened to the radio much (though when I was 10, I did call in to an Elkhart, Indiana station to request "Magic" by Olivia Newton-John, off the Xanadu soundtrack), so it didn't surprise me that I hadn't heard said hits. My loss, I guess -- especially if Eels' past efforts sound anything like their new one, End Times.