The AP's Maria Sherman lists 10 of the top albums released in 2023. Photo / 123rf
Ten of the top albums of the year, as chosen by Associated Press music writer Maria Sherman.
It was a blockbuster year across genres, but only a few could make AP’s list. (SZA’s SOS released in December 2022, Ice Spice’s Like...? isn’t a full-length release, and the 11 Grammy nominations for Barbie the Album are recognition enough.)
Instead of embracing the antiquated practice of ranking very different albums against one another, we’re celebrating the best next to the best. Enjoy.
The year belongs to regional Mexican artists, who brought their banda, norteno, mariachi, sierreno and more to geographies well beyond Mexico and the southwest US. As Carin Leon told the Associated Press earlier this year, it is no longer “regional” but “global” music. Leading the charge is Peso Pluma, whose third studio album, Genesis, became the highest-charting regional Mexican album of all time. Across 14 tracks, Pluma marries contemporary swagger with traditional corridos tumbados, bringing the colourful and once-maligned music to the masses — and making it all his own in the same breath.
In the two years since her tear-jerking ballad drivers license came in like a wrecking ball, Olivia Rodrigo experienced a lot of life in a short period of time, resulting in Guts, her sophomore album. Across 12 tracks of big-feelings balladry and riot grrrl-informed power pop-punk, Rodrigo expertly soundtracks the throes of fame — and the experience of entering your 20s. From the bloodsucking piano ballad vampire to the cheeky backslide anthem bad idea right? and the Joan Didion-referencing clean screams of all american b****, Rodrigo makes hard lemonade out of life’s lemons — a sonic treatise on a young woman’s dissatisfaction.
Let’s cut straight to the chase: Country music dominated this year. Morgan Wallen’s Last Night and Luke Combs’ cover of Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car held on to the top of the Billboard charts for the majority of 2023. But beyond those impressive metrics should be recognition of Megan Moroney, whose stellar debut album Lucky emerged fully formed and fully without the male bravado that punctuates much of mainstream country. Her swooning single Tennessee Whiskey was ubiquitous on country radio this year, but it’s the whole of Lucky — and Moroney’s position as a Gen Z songwriter with Taylor Swift-level acuity — that makes her one to watch.
Prior to Hackney Diamonds, the Rolling Stones hadn’t released an album of original material in 18 years. (That was 2005′s A Bigger Bang, and a bigger bang it wasn’t.) No one saw this album coming, as raw and rocking as ever: a collection of 12 crackling songs, their first since the 2021 death of drummer Charlie Watts, produced by Andrew Watt (known for his work with Post Malone and Justin Bieber), featuring Lady Gaga, and a rapturous addition to their already legendary discography. But that’s the Stones for you — it’s as if they invented new ways to approach longevity. AP’s Jocelyn Noveck put it best: This album is their best new work in decades — tight, focused, full of heart and swagger.
On her sophomore album Raven, fluid R&B singer Kelela offers a masterclass in sensual breakbeats and experiences in queer black motherhood. (She sends potential collaborators a reading list featuring bell hooks and Decolonizing Love in a World Rigged for Black Women’s Loneliness by Shaadi Devereaux.) If pulling from UK garage, 90s house and electronica has become a trend in 2023, Kelela does it with a restrained intensity — soulful vocals atop dance rhythms, hazy sunset music set in a vintage club, like on the single Contact. “Loneliness, I see in your eyes/It might just render you blind,” she sings. “Baby, let’s dance it away.”
It took decades for reggaetpn to be recognised in the mainstream arena outside of the diverse Latin communities that created it — music comprising Jamaican dancehall riddims, Puerto Rican el underground, Panamanian reggae en espanol, New York hip-hop and beyond. But even now, when reggaeton enjoys worldwide success, men dominate the conversation: Bad Bunny, Daddy Yankee, J Balvin and Rauw Alejandro, to name a few. On Manana Sera Bonito, the greatest album in Karol G’s discography, the Colombian superstar proves there’s been some serious gender oversight. This album should be considered part of a modern canon for the explosive dembow of Ojos Ferrari, the dance-y Ciaro, the breathy TQG, featuring Shakira, and the Afrobeats of Carolina.
It’s not a rap record, but the opening track is titled I Swear, I Really Wanted to Make a ‘Rap’ Album but This Is Literally the Way the Wind Blew Me This Time. That one features California alt-jazz experimentalist Carlos Nino and sets the tone for the most daring release of 2023. For the first time in 17 years, Andre 3000 — half of the best-selling hip-hop duo of all time, Outkast — has released a new album of original material. Across 87 minutes, the musical innovator plays upward of 40 different types of flutes from around the world on this ambient jazz LP. It is a minimal, meditative listening experience — in some ways, ancient and, in others, an extension of the Afrofuturism that Andre 3000 has always worked to bring to the forefront. In 2014, he told the AP he wondered if he would always be the Hey Ya! guy. He can wonder no longer.
In a little over half an hour, Noname’s Sundial jolts the Chicago rapper-poet’s audience. The album is a contentious and confrontational continuation of the spirit felt on 2018′s Room 25, centreing black art and simultaneously unravelling the ways in which it is exploited. The highlight, if just one, is Namesake, a track where Noname targets Rihanna, Beyonce and Kendrick Lamar’s ties to the NFL. “War machine gets glamorised/We play the game to pass the time,” she raps, before flipping the lens on herself and her own shakable politics. Ideological quandaries — speaking truth to power and then highlighting the instances where that fails — abound, delivered in smooth packages.
The most exciting band in contemporary indie rock is informed by Drive-By Truckers, delivering an alt-country rock sensibility where narrative storytelling — pulling the listener into the quiet parts of a town in the Carolinas — is as much a part of the sonic fabric as lap steel or guitar fuzz or a poetic line sung out of key. At the heart of Rat Saw God, Wednesday’s fifth album, is a tension that plays out like a sonic embrace. It is an album about the complications of southern identity, the pride and grit and shame and particularities of American geography that come out in songs about machineguns, race car drivers, crickets, trucks, Dollywood, sedans and Narcan. Evocative, to say the least.
It hasn’t been too long since Arlo Parks truly made a name for herself in 2021, when her unique brand of introspective R&B earned her a Mercury Award and two Grammy nominations for her debut album Collapsed in Sunbeams. Parks’ acute understanding of writing early-20s ennui has only sharpened. On My Soft Machine, she expertly navigates an incredible diversity of sound: the reverb-drenched guitars and breathy vocals of Purple Phase, the 2000s pop-rock-meets-soul of Devotion, the blurry retro Room (red wings) and the sweet love song Impurities. She manages to weave sounds together that shouldn’t quite fit together, finding congruence in her downy melodies and romantic lyricism.
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