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The Best Albums of 2012

10. Sun Kil Moon- Among the Leaves:
Lush guitars and lovely drawn out stories.

9. Bhi Bhiman- Bhiman:
Gorgeous folk music with a sense of humor.

8. Patrick Watson- Adventures In Your Own Backyard:
Dreamy pop under the direction of a supremely talented dude.

7. The Dirty Projectors- Swing Lo Megellan:
Interestingly danceable album from one of the more interestingly danceable bands.

6. Dark Dark Dark- Who Needs Who:
Piano-driven chamber pop with substance.

5. Trampled by Turtles- Stars and Satellites:
Country music done properly.

4. The XX- Coexist:
They keep stripping down, and keep getting better.

3.Father John Misty- Fear Fun:
Cheeky lyrics and classic rock make this more fun than fear. 

2. Alabama Shakes- Boys & Girls:
The best thing to come out of Alabama since, umm, Sun Ra?

1.How to Dress Well- Total Loss:
This album was a complete surprise to me. It's atmospheric indie soul, not usually my bag. If you let is soak in, it will be rewarding. A bit dark, a bit 90s R&B, the contrast is beautiful.

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