Another year over, another year done; with the end of 2012 comes the reflection on what has transpired. Party lines were severely severed with another presidential election, only to be reunited with a hurricane and a horrific act of violence just over a month later; I'm never trusting another Sandy again. We saw another summer Olympics dominated by Americans, but perhaps the most impressive feat of sport was a single man jumping from the stratosphere. The iPhone5 was finally released, but instead of fighting for Pussy Riot, most people were looking up pictures of One Direction; at least the sale of black hoodies went up before people started wasting their money on more, just slightly improved, Apple products. In a year when the most addictive thing in music was a Vietnamese rapper faining riding a horse, I found much better things to keep on repeat. So, here they are, in no particular order, my top albums of 2012:
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Rites of Spring