I have no idea how I missed Benjamin Booker’s self-titled debut album when it dropped back in August, but I’m certainly grateful I have encountered it now. Roots-y rock (and blues, and soul) saturated with growling earnestness and unpolished energy, Benjamin’s album is not for sitting and relaxing. I find it impossible not to move some part of myself along to this music. Hailing from New Orleans, and apparently Jack White approved, his sound is somehow both fresh and familiar, and I’ll be crossing my fingers that this fellow will be hitting the music festival circuit somewhere nearby come summer.
At the moment, this is my favorite track from the album:
Also: With 2014 wrapping up, countless listings have popped up of Top Ten (or Twenty, or Fifty) albums of the year. David Dye, host of NPR’s World Café and possibly the human being whose musical taste I trust most, offered up his ten picks of ’14 in the link below. Some inclusions had already made their way into my sphere of awareness (and onto this site), but there are a few albums on here that I’d missed and very much recommend checking out now: