Music Industry

The Album Is Not Dying, Despite What You May Have Heard

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Today, I'm going to do something I haven't done in a long, long time. I'm going to put on pants before noon. I'm going to drive to the record store. And I'm going to slap my credit card on the counter as the clerk bags up my copy of Shangri La by Jake Bugg. When's the last time a 57-year-old bought an album by a 19-year-old that wasn't a gift for a 12-year-old?

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But Bugg's sophomore album, produced by Rick Rubin with his arms folded and his eyes closed, is the kind of thing you want to hold, that you want to open with your fingernails, that you want to stick inside and wait a few seconds before it takes you away. This is not a Katy Perry album of filler vying to be picked as the next single, but a collection of great songs delivered with undeniable talent. It's the kind of album you first bought on vinyl, then replaced when the CD format took over in the late '80s and then bought on high-quality 180-gram vinyl reissue last month for double what the CD cost.

The album is far from dead -- it's just that they're not making very many great ones anymore. But just as Bugg has been cast as a retro performer, with comparisons to Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, and the Beatles greeting his self-titled 2012 debut and its everywhere hit "Lightning Bolt," the new Shangri La, named after the Malibu studio in which it was primarily recorded, is a return to the classic album period where the process started with the songwriter playing the songs on an acoustic guitar for all the others.


Bugg is a good-looking brooder, a serious guitarist, and a singer of powerful voice and Oasis-ian phrasing. But his greatest gift is as a merchant of uplifting melodies that seem to come out of nowhere on songs like "Me and You" and "Messed Up Kids." These are good songs that become great ones halfway through, with Bugg's amazing bridge work. His folk songs, most written in collaboration with older gentlemen such as Iain Archer, Matt Sweeney and Brendan Benson of the Raconteurs, shift into a whole other gear. The kid's got the majesty jones.

The new album kicks off with a trio of uptempo numbers that continue the first album's atomic skiffle, but the richest material comes later, in the "you still here?" slots of a Katy Perry record. "A Song About Love" has all the drama of a real life break-up, but the pieces are put together in Bugg's sturdily luxuriant voice. "Is that what you wanted, a song about love?" he sings so clearly, underlining sentimentality as a ruse we hold onto anyway. Like love itself.

Musicians will stop making albums when filmmakers stop making movies. It's what they grew up wanting to make, the form to strive for excellence in. More perfect creative enclosures have not been conceived. Albums, movies, are the standards, not the number of YouTube views or Spotify listens.

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