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The 80 Best Albums of 2018

80. Beware the Book of Eli- Ski Mask the Slump God

For someone who has spent so much time living in the shadow of everyone’s (least) favorite Soundcloud rap quasi-martyr, Ski Mask the Slump God is one of the more audacious technical virtuosos out there. There’s no time to lose on Beware, so every second is a product of Ski anxiously shredding through ways to get your attention. There is no flow he’s afraid to try, no sound he won’t make.

79. 7- Beach House 

Beach House have monopolized a space in the indie-rock sphere for about a decade now. Their dominance is no fluke, but after a few hard-hitters, I was worried that they might make the same album over and over again. However, just a week after the almost too obvious Depression Cherry, they dropped Thank Your Lucky Stars, a more lucid affair. It marked a new chapter. 7 sees them continue to be done with making dream pop for sweet, peaceful dreams...they’re now making music for all dreams, especially the ones that linger into the morning, the ones you have to ask around about to make sure they weren’t real. Corny? Maybe, but it’s nice to see a stubborn band add even more dimension to their seasoned sound.

78. El Hombre- El Alfa

What does it mean to be “el hombre”? There’s no straight answer but if I had to take a crack at it, I’d say it‘s when you spearhead an entire genre so hard that when you venture out of said genre, people complain about it, even though the song features Cardi B. It also could be when you make yourself sound like the most obnoxious cartoon mouse imaginable, yet still manage to spit out a slapper. He may be the king of dembow, but El Alfa can’t be pigeonholed. Whether his voice is a sputtering tour-de-force or a comically nasal squelch, this album is a celebration of the ridiculous. In the end, the best songs are peak dembow, where a cloying sample of El Alfa’s voice works itself into a tornado and thumps for what could be forever.

77. 777- KEY! & Kenny Beats

Kenny was a prodigal son who left hip hop with dollar signs in his eyes and his tongue sticking out, tempted by the call of #REAL #TRAP #SHIT. Key! was an artist who had existed on the periphery of the scene, paying his dues while earning the most visibility when tacked onto the end of a Father song. They are the type of match that would slip under the radar until you realize that not only do they bring out the best in each other, but they also tap into something quite glamorous. The beats bump, the melodies stick, the energy is so high, and Key! treats this like his magnum opus. He’s expressive, dynamic, and Kenny lets him do it without any gimmicks. 

76. Soma 0,5 Mg- Taconafide

Maybe I’m a little biased, but I can’t understate how much this means to me. A Polish rap album that doesn’t draw on trends that fell out of favor eight years ago? One that is building its own lane and not just tangentially existing on the sidelines of the American scene? One that has not only one moderately funny song but a whole pack of well-thought out, extremely catchy bangers? No way. It’s too good to be true. Taco and Quebonafide carry themselves like they know that this is the album of a generation, that millions of Polish kids living their lives peering across the pond finally have something that is distinctly their own, and, more importantly, distinctly Polish. Dawaj dawaj! 

75. Shadow On Everything- BAMBARA

It’s hard to talk dirt on an album that has all its instrumentation down to a tee. Sure, you can’t get by on technical efficiency alone, but when bellowing drums translate into something so menacing and a flurry of guitars create such a haunting ambient presence, you take no detours when you’re propelled into the darkness. These songs are packed with enough action to tell stories but really, they just set scenes. That’s for the better. BAMBARA circumvent all the pitfalls of making post-punk in 2018 by putting passion into everything, ramping up the chaos as much as they can.

74. Doomsday Clarion- Airport

The world of fragile, noisy Soundcloud electronic collages is a pretty funny one, but rarely does the humor feel as sharp as it does on Doomsday Clarion. Miranda Pharis compiles sounds that never cease to keep me amused, intrigued, and, most importantly, spooked. They also find a way to tie them together so that it feels like non-stop commentary. Halfway through this thing, when we are exposed to a tangent about how one of the songs excels at putting an unnamed Youtube commenter’s rabbit to sleep, at first it’s like “LOL random”, but then it starts to feel like a snarky dissection of underground culture performativity...and it makes me wanna keep reaching as hard as I did there. It’s the type of record that wants to make you sound like a fool, yet Pharis doesn’t scoff as much as they embrace and pay homage. These turbulent compositions are all the more essential for it.

73. Nasty- Rico Nasty

There’s a few things you learn on Rico Nasty’s thunderous entrance. Apart from her sixth sense for broke boys and fake bitches, the observation that hits the hardest is that she’s pretty...well...nasty. She’s also not even close to being interested in apologizing for her fame, and anyone who thinks she should because she’s done it by making extremely aggressive (and borderline mean) bangers is full of shit. If Nasty proves anything, it’s that nobody is going quite as hard as this, and even though that would be enough merit to rest on, she’s not going to stop there. The more tender and spacious tracks here are shockingly the ones that bite the hardest. For an album that builds so much tension from brash exclamations, that’s quite a flex.

72. Negro Swan- Blood Orange

For Dev Hynes, the transition from indie’s best networker to its most multifaceted social commentator has been a successful one. However, I feel like that label minimizes him, because his albums are not trying to tell you anything, instead acting as abstractly pointed containers for ideas and chunks of culture that mold together into something triumphant. His albums have always been celebrations that cut deep into the complexity of blackness, queerness, and history. Negro Swan is his most on-the-nose and also his most unapologetically happy. However, it’s not the concise statements that make the album but the gorgeous, subdued melodies that take charge before you can even touch them. It might lack the explosiveness of Freetown Sound, but there’s hardly a moment on this record that isn’t radiant or holds back on any of its charm.

71. In Another Life- Sandro Perri

It doesn’t take long until the title track on this album finds the groove that it will spend the next 24-minutes delicately unraveling. It is a dainty, sweeping groove based on a simple keyboard arpeggio that invites every other sound in the vicinity to flourish with it, like it’s hosting an open picnic. It paces around, disintegrating and advancing with time, but by the end, it’s exactly where it started. That’s the beauty of Perri’s work; to say he can milk an idea is an understatement. He can milk an idea to the point where you can’t even tell an idea’s being milked, silently highlighting the beauty that emerges with prolonged exposure. 

70. Aura- Ozuna

It should come as no surprise that the most stacked summer album came courtesy of reggaeton’s most profitable powerhouse. It’s not even the extent to which these tracks go, but the sheer force with which Ozuna can continuously spin out them out, over and over again, like it’s absolutely nothing to him. For over an hour, it sounds like he’s doing no more than acting on his impulses, tapping into non-stop melodies and rhythms with confidence that it will all stick. Of course all these songs exist in the same vein, but there’s no comparing the twinkling romance of ‘Ibiza’ with the glitzy flexing on ‘Única’ or even the thumping pulse of ‘Sigueme los Pasos’, where he gloriously joins forces with reggaeton’s other king. There are 20 bangers on here, and the album only kinda drags. It can’t be this easy.

69. Famous Cryp- Blueface

It’s actually hilarious watching people get worked up about Blueface. “He can’t even rap on beat! How hard can it be to rap on beat?” Lmao, if you think rapping on beat is a prerequisite to making hip-hop, you’re as bad as the people trying to keep the impressionists out of art galleries just because they weren’t making hyper-realistic Jesus art. Yeah, I said it. Blueface is rap game Renoir. For real, it’s so much easier to rely on conventional technical ability than to tap into something that actually expands on a style of rap that should’ve been out of ideas a long time ago. Most importantly, if Blueface is such a hack, then how come he makes it sound so fucking good? How does he manage to rap like he’s racing the beat to the end of each bar, with his voice cracking every chance it gets, and still churn out songs with so much momentum? Why the fuck would he rap on beat? So he can sound like every wholesale G Perico/YG out there? Smh.

68. ASTROWORLD- Travis Scott

It would almost be irresponsible to leave the most quintessentially 2018 album of 2018 off this list. If you didn’t hear ASTROWORLD within a week of it dropping, you might as well have been watching telemarketing that whole week while 60,000 feet under the ground with no phone service. For all its lyrical gaffes, lack of personality, and unreasonably quiet NAV features, this album is pretty sick. We always knew Travis Scott was something of a curational master, with a taste for crafting rap albums that aren’t about him as much as they are apexes of the mainstream scene. However, when he came off as hollow before, ASTROWORLD has such an abundance of quality that you can’t even deny it. His ambition is easy to poke fun at until you find yourself returning to these songs again and again, marveling at each extravagant beat change or “STRAIGHT UP!” like it was your first time hearing it.

67. SR3MM- Rae Sremmurd

Just a note, I’m not referring to two solo albums that came with this (sorry Swaecation) because for all their charm, those were a bit harder to vouch for. Instead, I’m talking about the nine-track banger platter that got overshadowed by all the noise surrounding the “triple album.” Somehow, SR3MM was stealthily the well-rounded, adventurous album the boys had been promising us this whole time. Perhaps it’s because it is filler-free or because both of them (Swae Lee especially) have become absolute masters of their craft, having made so many seductive, irresistible tracks that at this point they could do it in their sleep. Or maybe it’s because there are so many imitators and it’s nice to have a burst of authenticity. There is hardly a moment on this album that isn’t an integral part of a refined rap song. They have so much more fun together. Sure, Swae is eclipsing, but I really hope they don’t break up.

66. Loma- Loma

When Cross Record established themselves as sublime folk masters on Wabi-Sabi, I didn’t think they needed the not-so-trendy and very, very normal input of Shearwater’s Jonathan Meiburg. I guess I was wrong. Turns out where they were once comfortable soaking in the hushed splendor, they are now compelled to be a bit more ambitious, to venture into louder places with more confidence. Thankfully, the newfound grandiosity does not come at the expense of any beauty; the vocal acrobatics sink into the spectral sheets of instrumentation just as smoothly as they did before.

65. Pastoral- Gazelle Twin

Gazelle Twin is a hard sell. There’s really no reason this uber-spooky electronic project where a woman in a mask chants and roars over industrial beats should be good. The look is cool and all, but this shit can be really off-putting if you’re not willing to have a little fun. Thankfully, the vibe is backed up by the production, which seems custom built to fill these songs with the bloodcurdling energy they project. If she’s not pounding her shrillness into you, she’s catching a sample at its most disorienting and looping it into further oblivion. It’s overwhelming yet so effective.

64. QUARTERTHING- Joey Purp

Now, I'm no purist who lives their life cowering under "DEATH TO MUMBLE RAP" bullshit, but if the status quo of hip-hop today can be critiqued for one thing, it's monotony. In a time where Drake can drop a 25-song album with, like, only ten songs where he actually sounds interested in what he's saying, it's refreshing to hear Joey Purp attack each verse like it's his last, with each hook falling into its groove like he was told at gunpoint to think of something catchy. If Joey Purp makes a song about something, he's going to approach the topic with purpose, almost likes he's aiming to make the definitive song about that thing. Here, he uses this essentiality to flex his versatility. QUARTERTHING is a record of confident experiments, songs that wander into unknown territory with purpose, capturing lightning in a bottle most of the time.

63. Le Kov- Gwenno

Gwenno is the type of vocalist who gets swept up by her songs rather than situating herself at the eye of storm. Her voice is a soft whisper most of the time, but the reverb on the drums accentuates each snare with a room filling quality while every dash of organ lingers and sustains. It’s baroque, it’s timeless, and, most importantly, it’s in Cornish, which I definitely thought was an extinct language. She could rest on that monopoly and still be fine, but she indulges instead. It’s an ideal combination of originality and refinement of an age-old style.

62. Drip Harder- Lil Baby & Gunna

When they’re not together, Lil Baby and Gunna aren’t that good. All of their solo albums at this point have been coated in filler, and when there’s a standout track, they usually both show up. That’s why it’s not surprising that the Young Thug proteges find their niche on Drip Harder, but it’s still shocking just how sharp, cohesive, and vital this sounds. The duo are moulding expressive, abstract melody-driven hip-hop in a way that hasn’t been as notable and of-the-time since Thugger and Rich Homie Quan did it in 2014. That pairing was more unlikely and exciting, but this one is more natural. Every moan, confession, and groove on here is impossible to resist, and the beats are some of the most intoxicating of the year. RHQ and Thugger crashed hard as a duo after they peaked, but I hope these two either stick together or use this as a launchpad for artistic growth. There’s so much room for it to grow, but for now, it’s more than enough to watch them carry each other’s weight.

61. Another Life- Amnesia Scanner

The hyper-saturated industrial dance music of Amnesia Scanner has now turned into hyper-saturated industrial pop music. As bizarre as that is to say about songs that are almost all led by grating synthetic vocals on the brink of becoming a deafening screech, there’s something conventionally attractive about the way these hooks form. Whether it comes in the form of a stuttering refrain or a massive #drop designed to elevate any scrapyard rave into the impending cyber-apocalypse, the pleasures here are simple.

60. Magus- Thou

It’s getting harder and harder for fans across the metal spectrum to agree on a canon. So much metal is being churned out at such a high rate, it’s becoming more of a task to pick out the gold from the clutter. Thou make a name for themselves with unmistakable grandiosity. Their sound isn’t the most challenging; the snarls have a soothing, ASMR-esque texture to them and the riffs are clean-cut, progressing with grace. For a band this prolific, it’s notable when they come out with something this refined. You can hear the effort in every idea, the precision in every new path they take. Magus might be the best entry point for metal’s most consistent stalwarts, a band who are much more interested in perfecting their distinct ambiance than embarking on well-meaning but slightly muddled genre-fusion.

59. abysskiss- Adrianne Lenker

As if Big Thief weren’t intimate enough. Adrianne Lenker takes her band’s prime descriptor (either “intimate” or “delicate,” depends on the day) and sees just how far she can push it before it gets uncomfortable. The staring contest that ensues on abysskiss is what you’d expect from one of the most hushed, intricate vocalists breathing into your ear with no more than a guitar backing her up. She definitely has the talent to get away with a mood piece, but no, abysskiss is home to some of the most devastating songs in her arsenal. At her best Lenker is lulling you into woozy trance, with songs that pack the visceral explosion of secrets. Such a sparse record has no right to be this intoxicating.

58. FM!- Vince Staples

You wouldn’t trust an elegant craftsman like Vince Staples to actually make an album that’s “no concepts, no elaborate schemes, just music.” He’s rap’s smuggest pundit, as well as the brains behind some of its most captivating music. So even though FM! is brief and blunt at its core, it still can’t resist being super clever. For starts, although Vince’s albums are often personal, they are seldom embedded with this much unshakable geography and West Coast inside humor. FM! is designed to sound like it’s playing on FM (get it) radio, and every time he cashes in on the gimmick with a new Tyga or Earl Sweatshirt snippet, his grin becomes more radiant. FM! thrives as a reminder that Vince can hop on any slender beat and ride it with ease, his listenability being the spectacle with the observations fattening it up.

57. Cellar Belly- Wished Bone

Those who know me might be shocked that a lo-fi twee album of any kind made it on this list, but Wished Bone are onto something. Sure, I’m a sucker for those staticy, soothing vocals and the delicate clicks and hisses that adorn them. If you’re going to celebrate the whimsical, you better make a full send. However, the beauty of Cellar Belly is not just the alluring sound but the amount Wished Bone are willing to do with it. There’s a sex jam called ‘Pollinate Me’ where they literally go “I am a flower, you are a bee.” Elsewhere, when ‘Seed’ abruptly turns into an itchy swing jam, I’m floored. Shouts out to delicate phantasmagoria; this is haunting in the cutest way.

56. mouth mouse maus- emamouse x yeongrak

This album is a colossal headache. Of course, anything that picks from the most lo-fi strains of nightcore and 8-bit is likely to make you feel a bit queasy, but mouth mouse maus is actually mesmerizing with the extent to which it sounds like a malfunctioning carousel in clown hell. Sure, this album is difficult to listen to and if you’re tuning in casually it’ll probably sound like erratic sludge. Yet there’s something heinous about just how fun it is. It’s not just fun in the random, unpredictable way but more so because it has you on the edge of your seat. This album tests you but you’re going to want to keep going, just to catch a glimpse at whatever tomfuckery comes next.

55. Elysia Crampton- Elysia Crampton

Although she likes to keep it short, nobody has epitomized the vanguard of electronic music in the past few years as confidently as Elysia Crampton. It’s like her sound is caught in this furious web where everything collides, with snippets of trap tripping over sturdy breakbeats that are embellished with a whiff of punk. It’s like an information overload themed fever dream that creates a world so dense it hurts your brain to think about. But it sounds so good with no frills. It’s a language so tempting to imitate, but even her peers can’t come close to this breathtaking chaos. This time, the grooves are as adventurous and subtle as they have ever been. It’s just as easy to be drawn in and just as hard to look away.

54. Freedom- Amen Dunes

Freedom is one of those rare sonic wonders that seems removed from any modern trends yet pushes the envelope far too much to be shrugged off as revivalism. Sure, Amen Dunes have influences and many of them come from a clearly defined school of rugged, classic Americana. However, Freedom is too musically nuanced and personal to function as any sort of nostalgia trip. It’s the album where a mastermind songwriter fully finds his voice after nearly a decade. Damon McMahon has made great albums before, but none of them have the urgency of Freedom. In that sense, it feels like it came out of nowhere, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. The loudness with which he projects, this unmistakable need to be heard is what’s new; Freedom is an album that screams self-acceptance, magnifying the affirmative catharsis that comes after years of internalized trauma. You can’t deny the power of that, but even if you do, you have more than enough splendid melodies to gawk at.

53. Chris- Christine and the Queens

I get too close to putting Chris in a box. Impulse has me wanting to write about how this a masterclass in “queer pop,” because it’s so easy to oversimplify queer artists and bunch them together under the same umbrella. Although identity is at the core of her art, Chris is not an embrace of an identity as much as it is a rejection of the need to clearly articulate your identity or to have an identity that pertains to a set of rules. Chris finds eroticism in confusion, and in that sense, it is a stellar non-statement, with each sentiment drilled into your heart via Chris’s enveloping voice and the record’s colorful, addictive production. Vulnerability is rarely this convincing.

52. Now Only- Mount Eerie

On the surface, Now Only feels like six leftovers from the most gut-wrenching musical diary entry about death ever made. That would be fine, but this is so much more. Now Only exhibits a new lens with which Phil Elverum views his devastation. He knows he will never accept it, but allowing himself to grieve helps him approach a semblance of peace. The confessional approach is just as tear-jerking as it was before, but instead of lingering in Genevieve’s ghost, we are hearing someone who has found deeper meaning in this therapy. Musically, Now Only is more vast and ambitious, but the sentiment is just as awe-inspiring. It takes a lot of genuine pain to pull off songwriting like this, and after the mass catharsis that touring A Crow Looked at Me must have been, it’s fascinating to witness the depth and growth of some of the most intense emotions one can ever feel.

51. Only Love- The Armed

Maximalism and enigma is a tricky cocktail to pull off, but if there’s a place for it, it’s definitely in the hyper-saturated world of metalcore. There’s only a few ways in which these types of outbursts can go down, but when you’re doing as much as The Armed, it ends up being pretty spicy. This album is a non-stop catharsis where everyone is putting all the effort they possibly can into whatever noise they’re making. It seems spontaneous and turbulent, but there’s no way something this constantly earth-shattering isn’t carefully orchestrated. I would call this all-over-the-place, but all the action is streamlined and compressed so that, for all its shrieking and pounding, Only Love ends up being a pretty nice listen. That’s only from a sonic perspective though, because as an emotional experience, this is gut-wrenching, borderline hard to sit through. If you give it the attention it demands, Only Love’s childlike expression defies trends and subverts expectations.

50. Rich As In Spirit- Rich Homie Quan

What do you do when you fall off? It happens to pretty much everyone eventually. I don’t judge those who decide to cash in or rely on publicity stunts to get back into the public eye or even those who just stop trying. But Rich Homie Quan made one promise to us, didn’t he? He goes in on every song. He’s still goin in. He will never stop going in. Rich Homie Quan has been eclipsed by most of his former peers, but on Rich As In Spirit, he does exactly what he needed to do; stop worrying and hone his craft. You can hear the effort and emotion on just about every song. Rich Homie knows he’s gifted and doesn’t need to prove it. He’s always had a vastly underappreciated melodic grip and a penchant for churning out the most energy-fueled, heartfelt bangers. Rich As In Spirit magnifies that. Putting in effort doesn’t mean overdoing it. It’s refreshing to hear someone sound so much less jaded than his contemporaries, quietly outshining them in the process.

49. X 100PRE- Bad Bunny

Bad Bunny’s bellowing baritone used to be a couple things, but now it’s everything. As one of the most potent voices in pop music, his debut album was liable to slap, but X 100PRE concisely shows off the versatility that his singles hinted at. To say he stays in his comfort zone would be irrelevant because his comfort zone is so wide. He came up off the Latin trap wave, but now his prowess shines strongest on his ballads; the inspired optimism of ‘Estamos Bien’ or the sensual nocturne on ‘Otra Noche en Miami’. When he links with Diplo on ‘200 MPH’, it is just as mammoth as you’d expect, not because of Diplo but because the refrain is so fucking sticky. Even the songs where he does the most are far from tacky; the seamless switch on ‘Solo de Mi’ and the hilarious entrance of El Alfa on ‘La Romana’ show his curational eye. It’s one thing to have great ideas but it’s another to execute them so tastefully. Bad Bunny is Puerto Rico’s improvement of Travis Scott; his albums have the same sights and sounds, but twice the personality.

48. A Whole Fucking Lifetime of This- American Pleasure Club

You never know what you’re going to get from a Sam Ray project. One of the great gifts to have comes with the passing of time is the bleeding of Ricky Eat Acid’s mesmerizing ambient music into Ray’s lo-fi emo outlet Teen Suicide, which has now rightfully rebranded as American Pleasure Club. The cynicism has shed off with the name; A Whole Fucking Lifetime of This is still despondent and stressed out (I mean what do you expect with that title), but it’s a lot more genuine and the thrills it holds are a lot more heartfelt. It’s hard to think of a way to channel your emotions that Ray won’t try. This album mostly consists of illustrious sad ballads made from ingredients so delicate that it seems like the foundation could collapse at any time. That’s not to imply that it is unsturdy but rather that these sounds are strong enough to break free from the glue holding them together. Elegance has become Ray’s forte, but he makes sure every goosebump is earned.

47. KTSE- Teyana Taylor

The last and least anticipated of Kanye’s Wyoming albums ended up being the easiest one to love. Teyana Taylor had been sitting on a bed of potential for years before this dropped, but her most visible moments came in the form of uncredited features, reality TV, and Kanye music videos. Kanye’s gold mine of minimalist, sample-based production feels most at ease when it’s elevating R&B, and Teyana has the ideal disposition to lead the charge. She’s confident, unashamed, and empowered. These songs articulate pleasure in a way that is proudly hyper-sexual, but even though its lyrics read like erotic literature sometimes, the result is tasteful. Taylor composes herself on this album like a star waiting to burst, her raspy yelp stealing the show every chance it gets. But this album will forever be associated with Kanye, and in fairness, that’s fine. He saved the most sultry, glimmering beats in his arsenal for this, and it pays off on an album that unravels with masterful pace.

46. Kwaidan- Meitei

I haven’t heard anything else like this and I promise I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it. Kwaidan is an anomaly, an album that orchestrates the most befuddling atmosphere without getting lost in its abstraction. Rhythms emerge from dust and the spoken-word croak (you’ll know it when you hear it) rides them with the grip of an MC. The juxtaposition of ancient and futuristic emerged when Meitei moved to Kyoto, a city where he knew nobody, and wandered around until the mood overwhelmed him. The bite of Kwaidan is rooted in this immersion; there’s no way you can make music this precise, creative, and original without fully buying into your surroundings. Many artist have tried (and failed) to capture the oh so fetishizable “Lost Japanese” aesthetic. Kwaidan epitomizes exactly what they were chasing. It’s hard thing to do right, but holy shit, it is rewarding.

45. Nothing 2 Loose- DJ Healer

There are three types of tracks on here. First, there are the more standard ambient ones, where lonely synths tread through densely layered pops and crackles. Then there are the ones which are led by a melting vocal sample (often a vocoder) channeling something disorienting and alien. However, the big guns come out when the record takes an absurd sample, whether it be a melodramatic melody or some ridiculous rambling about how “this is God’s creation...isn’t it beautiful,” and loops it over some equally theatrical breakbeats. This shit can be so funny, and it’s hard to tell if the hyper-spiritual aesthetic is tongue-in-cheek or completely earnest. Either way, it drills itself into the record enough to justify whatever it is trying to be, regardless of whether it’s a punchline or naked sincerity. This is one of the more haunting, incisive ambient techno albums in recent memory, built on ideas that are not only clever but extremely immersive.

44. Grid of Points- Grouper

Nobody has spent this decade cultivating a more distinct, mesmerizing aesthetic than Liz Harris. Grouper has become one of the most reliable operations in modern music. You know that you’re going to get little more than reverb-soaked piano and breathy vocals, but you also know that the wave of emotions will be overwhelming. Harris records these songs in a room alone, and I don’t think it could be done any other way. It’s astonishing how she is able to consistently do so much with so little, and I know that’s a cliché but fuck it. The warmth and comfort that radiates from these songs is priceless. Grid of Points is not as haunting as past Grouper, but it’s more ethereal and, as a result, more conventionally pretty. This type of allure is a undeniable fit. It shows a new angle of a simple formula that will suck you in with every last breath and smother you with its seclusion.

43. Daytona- Pusha T

Who is the 2018 Clipse? Rae Sremmurd? (lol I like this analogy already) Let’s ride with it. Daytona is like if Swae Lee, 12 years down the line, actually found a more compelling way to sing about going to the Bahamas and dunking a girl in a pool. Obviously, in this case, the Bahamas and pools are replaced by selling coke, but you know what I’m saying. Basically, Pusha T has every right to have peaked already, but instead his coke aficionado character has only grown stronger with age. Like, I can’t believe it took him this long to come up with the line “fuck it, brick for brick, let’s have a blow off.” However, it’s not really Pusha T’s words that form this album’s backbone; as the entry point to Kanye’s prolific (and pretty great) Wyoming Sessions, the real catch is how Pusha T is able to merge with these stuttering, soulful backdrops to turn coke-rap into razor sharp poetry. Pusha’s dedication to developing one thing over the course of his career has made his imagery as potent as ever; but the brevity and minimalism here will not waste a single moment. In a year where he temporarily took down pop rap’s radio Jesus, his true legacy builder was far more modest but much more premeditated. 

42. Golden Hour- Kacey Musgraves

You ever think about, like, how there’s northern lights in our skies, plants that grow and open our minds. It’s kinda crazy that in Tennessee the sun’s going down and in Beijing they’re heading out to work. This is a real thing. Kacey Musgraves writes lyrics like she is a child realizing  everything for the first time and marvelling, jaw agape, at how it makes her feel. All cynicism aside, it’s refreshing to hear someone so enthralled with it. Golden Hour is a collection of earnest meditations on the most simple phenomena, shit we take for granted. And while it’s easy to poke fun at the parts of this album that sound like earnest marijuana-fueled banter, it’s a lot harder to escape when the music is so beautiful and the sentiment is so genuine. There are moments on here where Musgraves underlines things like temporality of our most cherished relationships or how euphoria is always dissolved by the shock that it’s all going to end. This is some of the purest lyricism that exists, an album that frees itself from the alienating shackles of its country aesthetic to become one of 2018’s hardest things to argue with. 

41. Slide- George Clanton

If you openly exploit the “vaporwave” tag for Soundcloud plays while lightly disowning the genre, you must be quite a cunning fucker. You better make sure that the music you’re making is not only post-vaporwave but a capitalization on the aesthetic that resonates with millions but earns the scorn of the critical masses. Slide is just that. It feels grand and important, like it’s the apex of the more cyber-persuaded strain of electro-pop lurking around the memescape. George Clanton is a meme god, an artist whose ambition justifies the more eye-roll inducing, needlessly fetishistic aspects of the subculture. The motifs in this album are not just extremely well thought out but all the more effective when they emerge in the form of blustering, explosive melodies. It’s very hard for them to fall into the background not just because they are beautiful but because you can tell he’s having fun. Slide ensures that there’s a wholesome time hiding behind every cloud of reverb.

40. Momentary Glance- Lisa/Liza

During a phase of grief, any creation is worthy of praise. The lore of Momentary Glance is clear-cut; overwhelmed by tragedy, Liza Victoria persevered through a biting winter to record these six songs. The despondent trance she falls into as she strums and chants is hypnotic, not just because of the prolonged intimacy but because the compositions are presented with all their raw imperfections, embellishments that suck you in instead of taking you out. Victoria’s vocals on this album act as a well of hope in the face of despair. There’s no right way to cope and no glory in suffering, so praising this album’s open wounds seems counterproductive. But when an aspect of your livelihood is snatched from you forever and you can’t bear how much you miss someone, an album that gets it like this is a warm blanket in a freezer, a beacon of empathy in the face of debilitating turmoil.

39. KIDS SEE GHOSTS- KIDS SEE GHOSTS

I’m not sure who needed this most. Was it Kanye, eager to balance out his ugly, legacy-ruining 2018 by making people finally talk about his music again? Or was it Kid Cudi, the tortured autotune godfather whose albums over the past decade had ranged from forgettable to holy shit i don’t even wanna think about it? Either way, KIDS SEE GHOSTS was the apex of the Wyoming sessions. It’s as if all the urgency spun into one concise project, where every segment showcases two genuine masterminds trying to bring out the best in one another. Kid Cudi especially treats this like the album he was destined to make, exhibiting warbles so seductive that you forget they were ever grating. He lends this album its emotional cruciality, with skyrocketing hooks that ache so hard and a tone so spot on it’s like he was saving it all for this.

Kanye takes this as an opportunity to showcase his curational genius. For a seven song album, many of these tracks feel like interludes not because they shrug off responsibility but because they take a form so unconventional that it’s almost distracting. Even the boldest ideas on here leave a great taste in your mouth, but in the end the dearest pleasure is Kanye’s rapping. Every time he opens his mouth he does so with vitality, something we haven’t seen to this degree since Yeezus. 

38. 2012-2017- Against All Logic

Nicolas Jaar is a sonic virtuoso. While he’s proven many times that he can twist and fiddle through his most complex compositions, simplicity bears the most genuine rewards. As you may have guessed from the title, this is a compilation of sorts. It suggests that Jaar has been taking a crack at more conventional house music on the side for most of this decade, and needed an outlet to release it without disrupting the much darker, denser expectations of the Nicolas Jaar brand. It’s no surprise that he pulls it off. It’s hard to think of another producer who has a more nuanced grip on how grooves work and how to find glory in texture. That being said, I did not expect something this casual and accessible to reveal itself as Jaar’s forte. Jaar really is one for the intersection of soul and house. These songs all follow a similar formula where an old-school sample gets worked into a modest yet riveting pulse. However, what he taps into suggests that some of these sounds are much more compelling with the context flipped around. For the scribblings of a mastermind, this is unreasonably presentable.

37. Stadium- Eli Keszler

The moment on Stadium that has me sold iss not one of the ingenious blends of shuffling percussion and jittering plucks that come to define its sound. It’s at the end of a song called ‘We Live in a Pathetic Temporal Urgency’ (lol), where the thuds dissipate and we are left with a natural sound recording of what sounds like pop music playing on the speakers of the mall. It’s like it is beaming from a different planet, simultaneously grounding the album and inverting it into a much stranger endeavor. Keszler has orchestrated a platter of ear candy, sound porn disguised as psycho-jazz. Sure, the odd time-signatures and abundance of texture might grab the headlines, but the real kicker here is the lull that actively rests behind the music. I wish all glitzy technical showcases doubled as ambient mood pieces. 

36. The Recurrence of Infections- bod [包家巷]

There’s an ennui that not enough people make art about. Nicholas Zhu (aka bod) would call it “the quiet hours of laborious coping that fall into the areas between work and sleep,” but I’d probably call it “chill time”. The Recurrence of Infections is a lot of high-strung aesthetically driven gobbledygook, but it’s fucking awesome. I actually buy into it pretty hard. Forget the fact that it’s a masterclass in sound design and think about what “laborious coping” would sound like. You probably can’t think of much, but that’s because you can’t realize your vision as well as Zhu can. Pianos that turn into crashes that turn into distorted growling that turn into robotic warbling...these are not the type of things you remember, but can easily relax with, if you tune out the real pressure. It’s a joy to watch this album unravel. It’s the type of thing you’ll want to tell people about without being able to explain why. But that’s ok. Come hang sometime.

35. The Invisible Comes To Us- Anna & Elizabeth

Anna & Elizabeth make musical period pieces. It doesn’t take long until you realize that this isn’t just a folk throwback; these are actually old folk songs, shit that was popping off in, like, the 40s. While the whole “old songs for new audiences” thing is wholesome, the magic is in where they go with it. The Invisible Comes To Us is exhilaratingly strange to listen to. Adorned by a seemingly ancient aesthetic, you’d think a modernization could get away with slapping some synths and beats on there and calling it a day. However, Anna & Elizabeth are interested in how this music would sound if its spirit was still alive today, if people still had good reason to write lyrics like “tell me jovial sailors, tell me true/does my sweet William sail among your crew?” but had the technology to throw some electronic embellishments on there. Every song sees a comically traditional tune come to a screeching synthetic halt, and even though that combination should wear thin, the execution is passionate enough to be chilling.

34. Whack World- Tierra Whack

The strongest gimmicks are usually the most frustrating. Whack World is a harsh epitome of this; it’s a project that suffocates itself with originality, but would it really ruin the illusion if some of these songs were a couple minutes longer? It doesn’t matter, because this album and the visual spectacle that came with it was enough to fit right into our zeitgeist and run laps around anything less casually ambitious. Of course, part of the appeal was seeing Tierra Whack trimming a poodle, prancing around a cemetary with muppets, and snipping the strings of balloons while snarling in a Southern accent. However, an album’s stellar presentation doesn’t always translate into such addicting songs. Whack World is fifteen great ideas taken at face value so that they never lose momentum. These tracks seem designed to get stuck on repeat, always finding a groove and savagely leaving cravings unfulfilled.

33. Twin Fantasy- Car Seat Headrest

It’s weird to throw this on here because these songs have existed for such a long time. However, newer resources sparked an overhaul we didn’t even know we needed, and boy, did it work out. Twin Fantasy is one of those records that is so painfully personal you feel almost uncomfortable. Immersing yourself in its tales of infatuation and self-awareness to the point where you’re basically watching Will Toledo gut himself and everyone around him shouldn’t be this fun. It doesn’t gain a new audience by straying away from the lo-fi, but rather by accentuating the musical and conceptual turbulence. The best songs on here are eager shapeshifters, growing bigger and bigger until they pop, or in the some cases, they reach the ten minute mark and start gyrating. Eventually, he’ll start doing things like convincing himself that he can’t be evil, not because he’s good, but because “evil” is a phony construct. It’s a drastic leap from fondly recalling Skype calls to declaring that he is incapable of being both human and inhuman. Or is it? Car Seat Headrest has mastered the smug grin that does bad job of holding back the tears, hitting you with enough unhinged emotion to justify its performativity.

32. Sorpresa Familia- Mourn

Mourn have had a lot of burdens to shake in the wake of Sorpresa Familia, and it almost feels like they could only have made this album with something to prove. It makes sense as the product of a fight for financial justice, as it also sees Mourn viciously slithering away from the buzzwords people use to define them and the marquee names writers like me automatically liken them to. However, they don't do this by changing their sound, but by upping the ferocity in their energy, the complexity of their arrangements, and the stickiness of their melodies.

The commitment to quality makes it easy to forget the label drama that birthed this record. However, Sorpresa Familia would not exist in this form without the rage and hunger for justice that marked its creative process. "At 19 years old we're signing our divorce," they growl at one point. Anyone who has gone through it knows divorce often becomes a blissful catharsis for the victim. Sorpresa Familia doesn't merely mark this catharsis; it proves that Mourn needed to loosen the shackles to make the most fully-formed record of their career.

31. Lush- Snail Mail

It’s odd to hear someone younger than me (I’m 20) rock a style that shouldn’t have too many ideas left in the tank. That being said, it’s especially wild when they do so with such grace, sounding like a seasoned vet in their prime. Lush isn’t brimming with new sounds, but somehow it manages to be the most refreshing indie rock record in recent memory. Maybe it’s because the songwriting is simple at heart but captures something so universal and captivating. Lush dissects the ambiguities of young love, both the frustrating rush of being swept away and the strength it takes to realize that the exasperation may not be worth it. It resonates with me, and I can’t imagine these sentiments falling short on anyone, at least when they are delivered by Lindsay Jordan’s absolute powerhouse vocals. The more emotional bits come in like a sustained avalanche, knowing exactly what to emphasize and what not to overdo.

30. Devotion- Tirzah

We’ll talk about Tirzah in a second, but let’s take a minute to gawk at Mica Levi. It takes a seldom-seen skill set to create some the most weirdly accessible pop records of the early decade and then go on to get an Oscar nod for a movie about Jackie Kennedy. Yet now, having produced Devotion, she’s ready to give her tasteful, haunting minimalism the charismatic voice it has always deserved. Mica Levi was never the best frontwoman, so enter Tirzah, with a sultry, conversational voice that can mutter and howl in the same breath. This is a partnership that has been bubbling since early childhood, and you can tell just how well these two understand each other’s creative boundaries. Mica will take a sparse loop and spread it wide enough for Tirzah to spit out vulnerable bars like nobody’s watching, like she’s catching herself in a scary moment of candor and embracing it.

29. Sweetener- Ariana Grande

Ariana Grande’s music had always one-upped her public person. She had been in marquee relationships before, but none as inescapable as this. It’s weird to look back on Sweetener, which was dropped during peak Grandsonmania, as this happy, beam of light sticking out after she witnessed a bonafide tragedy unfurl at her now-infamous Manchester concert. It was the sound of an icon in full control of her narrative, choosing to show resilience and overdose on bliss. Instead of being distracted by her newfound spot at the top of the A-list, she was inspired by the spotlight. That being said, context doesn’t make Sweetener. Ariana Grande has always had a penchant for the most irresistible, immaculate pop masterstrokes, and Sweetner is home to so many of them. Her vocal capacity has become practically superhuman at this point. Whether she is howling on ‘breathin’ or unleashing a phantasmagoric coo on ‘R.E.M.’ it’s hard to imagine a delivery that would suit these songs better. She has perfected the ballad, but she has also perfected the bop, and Sweetener shows that she can effortlessly blend the two.

Of course, tragedy struck again in the death of her ex-boyfriend/best friend Mac Miller. She broke up with Pete and unpacked everything with her biggest song yet. However, Sweetener will always stand out as one of the most crucial and enjoyable bubblegum pop records of our time, one that, for all its lore, continues Ariana’s tradition of putting the music first.

28. New Bodies- Tangents

I’m never one to judge an album primarily by its capacity to make me go “whoa!”, but if I was, New Bodies would probably top this list. Simply put, this is a technical masterstroke. The type of music Tangents make is pretty hard to classify; its sprawling instrumental flexing suggests jazz but the ingredients are electronic. It’s impressive enough to pull off something so unorthodox but to do so in a way that manages to summon emotion while simultaneously dropping jaws...that’s a whole new level. New Bodies rejects the need to find a groove, fidgeting and sputtering to a point where it can either unravel or chase a massive crescendo. More often than not, it chooses both. This album flaunts its pace, but the real calling card is the texture, which is product of rattling percussion that manages to stay so varied and complex while providing a sturdy backbone. It shouldn’t be possible to scatter strings, cymbals, beats, and samples so haphazardly onto each track and come out with seven genuine odysseys. 

27. Galapagos- Wednesday Campanella

Wednesday Campanella aren’t quite subverting stylistic norms. Galapagos is chock full of drops, albeit interesting ones, and the songs rely on tried-and-tested formulas to drill the melodies in. However, skipping experimentation lets Wednesday Campanella to get straight to the point: unadulterated sonic bliss. Also, please don’t get me wrong. Wednesday Campanella don’t really sound like anyone else, even in the far-reaching, dense world of J-Pop. It’s hard to find any band that is so adamant on cramming this many glistening sounds into their music yet so capable of dodging busyness or being busy in the right way. Yet, for a group that does so much, it’s wild that they manage to have each element crafted with precision, whether it be a glittery synth sound shooting out of a vibe that would have never have called for it, or the vocals, which are always so high up in the mix that each breath is magnified. Sure, it’s not the most uncanny, but Wednesday Campanella stay surprising you with their audacious choices.

26. Room 25- Noname

Room 25 is birthed out of an entirely new set of circumstances. While Telefone was a Chicago album through-and-through, Room 25's namesake comes from the geographic ambiguity of two years spent living on the road. She sums it up nicely on "With You" where she raps "shared my life on Telefone, room 25 and 306, and 809 became my home.” Being thrown into the cutthroat touring process for two whole years is a unique and inherently transformative experience, and Room 25 captures this transformation in all its push-pull nuance, without sacrificing Noname's sharp eye for her surroundings. In this sense, Room 25 is excitingly personal. In the past, Noname the character has taken a passenger seat to Noname the narrator. Now she opens things up and focuses on her journey, and there's a lot of growth to be exhibited. It's an album with purpose, a moving snapshot of a coming-of-age worthy of all this great music.

Yet, for all the personality and reflection that comes out on Room 25, Noname's eloquent observations make for some of the stickiest moments on this album. When she ponders the hypocrisy of eating Chick-Fil-A "in the shadows" on ‘Blaxploitation’, she doesn't do so with a stern finger-wag but an onomatopoeic overcoming of sensation -- "mmm, yummy, tasty" -- kickstarting a flow that unwinds with her confronting the "thinkpiece" nature of her music head-on. However, these songs aren't thinkpieces. These are acute contemplations from someone with a lot to chew on. Room 25 sees a brilliant writer finding her outlet, taking in the world around her, and spinning it into her own extraordinary web.

25. Safe in the Hands of Love- Yves Tumor

Yves Tumor never seemed interested in stepping out of his mystery bag approach to making albums, mixing 8-minute long exercises in ambient noise with simple, concise soul jams. However, nothing he ever tries is derivative. Safe in the Hands of Love has too much distorted screaming to be labelled his crossover lunge, but now he seems ready to take his sonic ingenuity and apply it to something less abstract. Maybe that’s what happens when you get picked up by Warp, or maybe that’s just what Yves Tumor was planning this whole time. Either way, it doesn’t sound like any compromises are being made. Even the more anthemic songs like ‘Noid’ or ‘Lifetime’ reek of despair and restlessness, and the orchestral overtones that give the tracks their oomph aren’t exactly inviting either. More electronic tracks like ‘All the Love We Have Now’ and ‘Economy of Freedom’ are nods to past successes, but for all their electrifying grooviness, they embrace the same menacing grandiosity. The notion that nothing is off the table is all these songs abide to. Either way, these are some of his best.  

24. OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-INSIDES- Sophie

Sophie never seemed that interested in feeding into the consumerism celebration/critique/caricature her PC Music contemporaries so loudly owned. For every robotic bubblegum pop hook she crafted there was an avalanche of emotion bubbling underneath. OIL takes that emotion and puts it front and center, revealing the dynamic human behind the once elusive machine. Sophie is no longer milking the hyper-synth + squeaky balloon + pots & pans combo into oblivion, but when it shows up here, it’s stronger than ever. ‘Ponyboy’ and ‘Faceshopping’ make previous career highs feel staticy, and there is now a lot more space and fluidity in Sophie’s barrage of beats. While these tracks will pounce on you, the real glory emerges in the most fully-formed moments of Sophie’s career. ‘It’s Okay to Cry’ will wind you with its earnest sensitivity, ‘Is It Cold in the Water?’ is built off a synthline that is borderline heavenly, and ‘Immaterial’ illustrates her identity with elegance that can only be described as career-defining. Music can be a lot of things, but at its very best it is an outlet to channel your truest self. OIL epitomizes this phenomenon, amping up the excitement as Sophie continues to explore.

23. The Smoke- Lolina

When you first hear the tuneless, off-kilter wobble of The Smoke, it becomes clear pretty fast that this album isn’t that interested in sounding “good.” Inga Copeland sounds detached from the music, her voice approaching a mumbling groan while the plodding keyboards and beats don’t sound especially happy to be there. It’s about nothing, it feels nothing, and it doesn’t want you to feel anything either. But, *surprise*surprise*, it’s fascinating. Unlike her close collaborator Dean Blunt, Copeland doesn’t rely on confusion to make the gag work but uses it to carve out a world for her tracks to awkwardly flourish. The first two songs are basically weed out tracks, testing even those most committed to adventure. Once you’re sucked in, the real drama goes down. The husting, solemn ‘The River’ has such a firm grasp on its momentum it practically feels like a set up. The next two songs are particularly stunning, stepping outside of the pervasive flatness to embrace something far more delicate. It’s hard to find an album that rejects aesthetics so much but transcends being just kinda interesting. In that respect, The Smoke is a rare success.

22. Veteran- JPEGMAFIA

Peggy comes close to wearing out his welcome a few times on Veteran. Instead, he just exasperates you, like a jester who bites and claws before he scampers away. It’s hard to even know where to begin with his music, but the elevator pitch is in the instrumentals. They frequently tease you with stomach-churning samples that seem borderline impossible to turn into a beat until they hit their stride and become obvious. On ‘Real Nega’, it’s a guttural sample of Ol’ Dirty Bastard croaking and on ‘Baby I’m Bleeding’ it’s a echoey computer crash of a stutter that paces around for a whole minute before turning into the banger it is. 

JPEGMAFIA ensures that listening to him is like tripping down an Internet rabbit hole, issuing somewhat agreeable hot takes about how Morrissey/Tom Araya/Varg deserve to die, how Pitchfork supports abusers (until it wasn’t cool), and...well...how he wants a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town. He toes the line between sheer abrasion and accessibility, and the songs that do this best (‘Thug Tears’, ‘Macaulay Culkin’) seem destined for crossover success, because when he’s not hollering, he can sing about as well as anyone in Brockhampton. However, the most exciting thing is the notion that Peggy is a rapper who reflects music meme culture as much as he is a product of it, erasing the wall between the lurkers on 4chan and the artists they stan. #Edgy? Definitely, but I dare you to turn it off.

21. Joonya Spirit- Jaala

The most notable quotable I have read from Jaala is that the 4/4 time signature can go “fuck a dead donkey.” You’d think such a blatant contrarian might try a bit too hard to hit you with compositional gymnastics, and while there’s definitely some of that on Joonya Spirit, there’s a lot more passion. It’s rare to see something this proggy get caught up in such visceral vulnerability, with songs that confront anguish as the snide beast it is. One song has Cosmia Pay drained, wound up after being pet “like a dog.” Another takes the bare facts of a break-up and transforms them into a swaying hook. But between these outbursts, Jaala try to find the most convoluted way from A to B, constructing a self-imposed obstacle course. The journey bears gifts, to say the very least. While this can be a hard album to track, it’s elevated by an understanding of how to make the most out of its detours, with the complexity becoming a tool rather than a distraction. 

20. Cocoon Crush- Objekt

Electronic music is progressing so that the machine engages in a tug-of-war with the human. Some artists even use their platform to pitch a manifesto where there’s no reason humans should make better music than artificial intelligence. It’s a valid point, but it undervalues a virtuosic understanding of sound as a sensory experience, as if an algorithm can spew out music that is meticulously crafted to make you feel. Texture isn’t all it takes, but when Objekt’s music spreads itself out like the satisfying percussive ASMR it is, I nut. It’s not like his music is milking its benevolence, but it brims with life. The callbacks, the vividness, the rattling fiber...it’s designed to evoke. As an album that fully appreciates the artistic potential of technology, Cocoon Crush rejects techno’s anatomy and builds its own habitat.

19. The Wolf of Grape Street/God Level- 03 Greedo

It’s much easier to think of 03 Greedo’s output as this flurry of spontaneity, surfacing in eagerly explored ideas and a landslide of hard work and charm. Nobody has earned his spot on this list more than 03, an eager poet who packs all the turmoil he’s ever experienced into each nasally, autotuned whine. He’s also shockingly talented. Amidst the nearly 50 songs on these two projects, which are admittedly super bloated, there are really only a few duds, all of which suffer on the basis of being undercooked, not misguided. What makes up for it even more is the notion that the excess is probably the point. Greedo makes bangers that range from the devastated (‘Prayer From My Lost’) to the needy (‘Bacc to Jail’) to the combative (‘Basehead’) to the absolutely savage (‘Run For Your Life’).

It’s all infectious enough to shock you with its productivity, and that’s probably for good reason. Shortly before God Level was released, Greedo was sentenced to a maximum of 20 years in jail. It was technically on gun and drug charges, but it felt like he fell victim of a system that always put him last. Seeing him pour his heart out so urgently can only tug at the heartstrings.

18. Double Negative- Low

Not gonna lie, I would have never put my money on Low to craft an album that sounds so ahead of its time. Maybe I was ignorant...when you spend your whole career being the face of your own niche, especially one as fragile and poignant as slowcore, you can only waltz towards perfection. Double Negative may be just that. It’s ambitious, creating most of its backbones from waves of static. But how the fuck do you sound so relevant after years of sounding so worn down? Where did this need to deeply innovate and challenge come from? Whatever they did, Double Negative discovers a whole new language within its glitches.

Low have completely overhauled their sound, but only emphasized their essence. The vocals cast themselves like heavenly beams of light onto these suffocating drones, the type of clash that is built to overwhelm. Double Negative takes strokes of such vehement abrasion and tweaks them until they sound exquisite. It’s hard to find an album so unique yet so logical, obscurely branching off from an exhausted genre towards a practically euphoric display of textural understanding.

17. Compro- Skee Mask

It’s not easy to penetrate the traditional IDM canon these days, especially now that Aphex Twin is still active, but fuck me if Compro doesn’t try. This doesn’t position itself as one for the purists; instead it’s a confident progression of an age-old form, an album that knows what ingredients make this experimental techno shit work, but has no interest in indulging. A Skee Mask song will set itself up with a gravity-shaking rhythm that bulges with enough texture so that when a groove comes to nest, it is punctured and complex, even if its beauty comes in conventional forms. The twinkle of the melody on ‘Rev8617’ or the icy, distant synth on ‘Soundboy Ext.’ are cast over ripples and breakbeats. It doesn’t feel like he’s creating a juxtaposition as much as he is balancing these sounds out, as if their splendor is highlighted with containment.

16. Cold Devil- Drakeo the Ruler

It shouldn’t surprise you that someone who has been taken to task by law enforcement based on the perceived authenticity of his lyrics prides himself on his intensity. It’s hard to keep up a shtick for this long, rambling about apparently miscellaneous characters like Mr. Mosley and Pippi Longstocking, while never forgetting to underline how you have your dick out like a “pedophile” or how you’ve been strangling snakes and you bathe with the apes. All the while, you end pretty much each track with a minute-long tirade where you take in your surroundings. It’s a lot, but for an album of seemingly low-stakes shit-talking, Cold Devil packs a ton of depth.

Crafted during an 11-month jail stint, Cold Devil projects the charisma, isolation, and precision that can only arise from such introspective circumstances. Yet, while tapped into ultra-realism, the most captivating part of sees Drakeo’s imagination running wild. It’s like he used the time to construct his own emotional lexicon, and while it’s the type of bogged-up conceptualism that you can’t really articulate, he’ll be fucked if he doesn’t try. What comes out is a whirlwind of ideas, each flourishing, albeit concisely, through a swamp of imagery and excellent rapping. Anyone who views this as a confession must be kidding themselves; it’s a vivacious expression that even the most observant couldn’t untangle.

15. You Won’t Get What You Want- Daughters

Anger, despair, dejection...these are all emotions that might sound contrived, especially in a context where they’re almost taken as given (*cough*cough*noise rock*cough). Fortunately, nothing feels fake about Daughters. Spreading their wings after eight years of silence, You Won’t Get What You Want sounds like the pinnacle of a decade of anguish rolled up into a ball and fattened up to sound as big as possible. You’ll notice a few things right off the bat: the drums sounds massive, the vocals are almost always approaching a scream, and every instrument seems to have the color tuned out of it. Daughters play like they are making themselves dizzy, launching into climaxes with brute force. Yet for all its density, it’s a wonder how music this outwardly menacing can transcend the bluntness of its elements to become somewhat inviting. That being said, there is nothing wholesome about the darkness that dominates this record, but Daughters make sure to tweak their pain into the most suffocating beast they can so that it’s almost conventionally beautiful. It’s hard to find a record that executes its niche so perfectly, an ambience that can only be approached after years of marinating in your ache. 

14. Some Rap Songs- Earl Sweatshirt

It makes perfect sense to make music that sounds like what your friends’ make, but when the long-awaited Earl Sweatshirt album came out sounding like a logical follow-up to MIKE’s recently released Renaissance Man more than the sequel to I Don’t Like Shit I Don’t Go Outside, it was a little confusing. However much Earl may drown in his modesty and aggressively try to understate the potency of his music, his brand of cooped-up gloom comes with a midas touch. It’s hard to say whether Earl was hard at work for these past three years, or whether he spun out these 15 vignettes in a stroke of manic genius, but it doesn’t really matter either way. They’re here and it’s captivating as fuck.

Earl the operation is an outlet for Thebe the person, who is still easing himself into stability after an adolescence where he became something of a martyr to millions of kids (#FREE EARL). Of course, this is punctuated by the death of his estranged poet father, a disconnect that Earl has always struggled to grapple with. However, Some Rap Songs is wary of romanticising anything for the sake of a narrative. Instead, it jumps from dusty beat to dusty beat, a flurry of understatements that rarely stay around for longer than two minutes. Earl has always been eager to find his niche after a couple of regrettable teenage choices that risked contaminating his artistry. Even if the inspiration he takes is obvious, his energy can’t be channelled by anyone else.

13. The Whole Thing Is Just There- Young Jesus

For a band who could easily be described as a “philosophy bro jam band,” Young Jesus make it pretty easy for you to like them. This is a controlled exercise in pensive, intellectual emo, an album hellbent on making sure each groove throbs like it’s had its young recently ripped from its arms. The riffs don’t emerge as hooks but rather weave themselves through tunnels, fueling each crescendo. At the apex of it all is a shuddering plea for attention. Young Jesus channel the same catharsis as the emo revivalist except they don’t take the easy way out; their forte is their creativity and their pulse is their sensitivity.

All six songs here manage to fit in both moments of anthemic infection and utter disarray (the glorious kind). The segments that accentuate this album are defined by their space and tenderness, taking poignant philosophical observations and highlighting their consequence with emotional outbursts. It takes a style bent on nostalgia and pushes into an entirely new place, a feat that very few artists can pull off, especially with such volume and precision.

12. Have fun- Smerz

Smerz are like if an artist with talent, charisma, and pop smarts was approaching a fork in the road where they could pursue Top 40 glory or use their resources to lead the vanguard and make challenging, deconstructive electronic music. Guess which one they choose? The melodies that soar over the gritty, distorted beats could have been lifted from the bridge of a #1 R&B hit. Instead, they are spread over a tattered landscape, like a safari where you’re not gawking at animals but taking in an exhibit of quirky synth sounds and samples of speech that sound like they are lifted from a 3 AM drunk voicemail.

Have fun bounces between ethereal dizziness and stark percussive minimalism, but when the two combine, it’s a goosebump-inducing juxtaposition. Floating above the instrumentals-- which honestly could have been released on their own and still have made the lower-end of this list-- is either a deadpan cheerleader chant or a fluttering vocal harmony. Whatever Smerz do, they can’t stop creating music that the words “haunting” and “hypnotic” must’ve been invented to describe. They construct such an exclusive bubble where experimental techno and pop intersect, a fusion that needed to happen, that other artists have tried to do and came-out contrived. It pulsates with mystery, which is funny because most of these songs are about getting fucked up or, as Smerz would put it themselves, “basic bitch problems.” Their ominous gaze turns this charm into a manifesto. And why shouldn’t it? Music this serious yet unpretentious is a rare delight.

11. Honey- Robyn

Everything Robyn does, she does with conviction. She’ll look back on the empty spaces her lover has left behind without fearing her resentment. She’ll invite you to a beach party with casual assurance (“come thru, it’ll be cool”), but boldly winks to suggest that it might be the most transcendental night ever. She’ll demand forgiveness without begging for it, embracing submissiveness while knowing the absurdity of her demands. Is forgiveness even real? Is nostalgia hollow? Is it OK to be heartbroken? These are the types of issues Robyn deals with on Honey, an album that packs eight years of growth into 40 minutes, as if Robyn has been contemplating the scope of her influence and brainstorming the next best step.

Of course, Honey isn’t that calculated. It’s a record of audacious sensitivity, dissecting the simplest phenomena and matching them up with the perfect backdrops. The sex song (‘Between The Lines’) skips with a seductive sway, like a lab-constructed aphrodisiac. The club song (‘Beach 2k10’) is an anomaly, but walks with the confidence of a nightlife staple. However, the best tracks are the most fully-formed, tracks like ‘Honey’ and ‘Human Being’ feel like quintessential Robyn on steroids. It’s astonishing how good she is at this, and even when the record treads new water with suave, captivating disco cuts, Robyn owns whatever space she’s in.

10. Vibras- J Balvin

J Balvin is not the most emotive, distinctive, eccentric reggaeton artist, nor does he have the best voice or the most dominating presence. But he might be the most ambitious, and the most adept at making effortless smash hits, a thing he does on Vibras pretty much every time he tries. In a world where the top tier of Urbano Latino can get billions of views on YouTube and compete internationally with the biggest American superstars, J Balvin is the artist most excited to lead the movement, the most well-versed in its potential.

As the title suggests, Vibras is a record of concrete vibes. J Balvin is aware that a lot of his listeners will not go through the trouble of translating his lyrics, so he makes sure that even people who didn’t take Spanish in high school will grasp what he’s trying to do. All you need to know about ‘Mi Gente’ is found in the now-iconic stuttering vocal sample that starts the song, and the crux of ‘Cuando Tú Quieras’ is a similar sample being flipped into something sultry and seductive, functioning at just as high a level. Vibras seems masterfully curated, even if lots of the songs are anomalies. However, these anomalies don’t just stand out but elevate the power of the straighter, simpler reggaeton songs. ‘En Mí’ is a lovelorn ballad, ‘Brillo’ finds an unlikely pairing with ROSALÍA, who is at the peak of her melodic prowess, and ‘Machika’ ends the album with an almost overly lit EDM crossover. Everything works and it’s wonderful.

9. Bark Your Head Off, Dog- Hop Along

When Frances Quinlan unleashes her raspy, crackling yelp, you know important shit is about to go down. Hop Along have always specialized in a very particular type of drama. They have a penchant for telling stories with a candor that makes it feel like you’re eavesdropping, like you’ve stumbled upon a goldmine of gossip that you shouldn’t be hearing but are far too morbidly curious to plug your ears. The juiciness can come in the form of bureaucratic academia scandals, sexual overtones in the Bible, or the ever-so-relatable struggle of watching Watership Down expecting a kid’s movie, but observing a bloody festival of rabbit slaughter instead. The twists and turns are spot-on and frequently hilarious. If Bark Your Head Off, Dog’s ideas were expanded into prose, it would be a top-tier collection of short stories.

Amidst all the motifs surface nine expertly crafted rock songs that worm around with the utmost purpose, with each chorus/bridge/coda packing enough zest to fuel the whole track. Quinlan’s grip on these melodies is first-rate, as if she’s being swept up by something bigger yet going to painstaking lengths to ensure every tonal phase is spot-on. Bark Your Head Off, Dog is consistent to the point of near-perfection. It doesn’t take long for it to sink in that every song is a highlight, a beacon of emotion that capitalizes on every glimmer of melodic brilliance. Yet somehow, it’s impossible to predict where these songs will go. Often, strings or screams will emerge from out of nowhere, other times are doused in pure, saccharine pop music. Hop Along have mastered spontaneity to the point where nothing feels tacked on. There are so many dimensions to their sounds/stories that you’ll unpack something new with each listen.

8. Nothing Is Still- Leon Vynehall

Leon Vynehall is a practical musician. His last album was, literally, “designed to dance”; a myriad of songs at a streamlined, club-ready BPM that progressed with the pace of a night out. His fascination with multi-dimensionality in house music is abundantly clear. He’s always going to find a new way to be inventive, always ready with a brand new purpose.

Nothing Is Still tests house music’s limits with biography, each song representing a “chapter” or “footnote” in the life of Vynehall’s grandparents, particularly their emigration from England to New York City in the 1960s. Of course, this music is instrumental, so the introspection is all atmospheric, a hard thing to pull off. Thankfully, Vynehall comes up with some sky-scraping, impassioned music, channelling something very vivid. The ambient pieces on this album are textured and passionate. They must be immediate illustrations of the flood of emotion Vynehall experienced in the wake of his grandfather’s death, when he was fully gripped by the narrative, and decided to go down the rabbit hole. It’s oddly tangible, and even without the backstory, the distant grooves on this album could overwhelm you. It’s a bold feat to try and soundtrack something you didn’t directly experience, but the emotional depth packed in this electronic period piece can only be the result of extensive research and nights of curious catharsis. Taking your craft seriously is one thing; creating a record that brims with such sensitivity and personal importance without saying a single word is something else.

7. Harutosyura- Harunemuri

Whatever is being fused on Harutosyura, whether it be pop-punk and rap or hardcore and electronica, yields intense results. It’s not your standard foray into J-pop; Harunemuri are sure to make compact bubbles that writhe and spin before they burst, leaving behind a barrage of glitzy choruses and whines that sound like they’re at the end of an exhausting a potentially lethal chase. It’s chaos, but it’s also rich and entirely unique. Some songs will wear out a stunning riff before collapsing in a fit of aggression; others prefer to reach a screeching halt out of nowhere, only to come back stronger than ever to provide a new angle on their beauty. They will confuse you with the effortless strides they hit, especially because they sound like they are trying to cram every emotion they’ve ever experienced into one note. It’s too dramatic not to be entertaining and too action-packed not to constantly revisit. Even the most animated could only dream of channelling the flux of Harutosyura.

6. A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships- The 1975

It’s been steady growth for The 1975. In their early days, they were a subtly good indie-rock boy band who mostly sang songs designed to get teenage girls a bit too excited. I probably hated them without having heard any of their stuff. Then, they became this overly ambitious 80s glam-rock monster, packing many standard pop bops on their sophomore album, but filling the space between them with tracks that sounded like shoegaze/post-rock/gospel parody (to be clear, I thought it was brilliant). Now, they are one of the most outspoken, monumental bands of our generation, still silly, but absolutely drowning in good ideas. Without hyperbole, I think they are the most exciting thing to happen to the band format in a long time.

Their main thing is that they do the most. Even when the pleasures are simple, Matt Healy is yelling a bit too close to your ear, throwing out commentary that masquerades as ill-fitting until you realize it’s actually super clever and eloquent. The main draw, however, is how every time they turn the page, they land on a song that immediately traps you. Additionally, all these ideas are fresh and essential. The centerpoint is ‘Love It If We Made It’, a tabloid-esque collage of cultural commentary that woos you with its timeliness as Healy throws his entire voice towards a scream of “modernity has failed us!” The rest of the singles range from the best 80s-movie pool party throwback of the year, a rainbow of soothing horns and romantic ennui, a finger-wagging burst of 29-year old wisdom, and a smugly confused radio song. Deeper in the album lie cautionary tales on Internet death told by a robot, Bon Iver-ian swaths of autotuned warbling transformed into high-tier experimental techno, a nocturnal barroom jazz track...I could go on like this for paragraphs lol. The point is, everything they try works and everything that works sticks with you. For an album where a bunch of millenials spend an hour obsessing over the “digital age,” A Brief Inquiry has too much charm.

5. Knock Knock- DJ Koze

If I have to hear someone call DJ Koze some variation of “house music’s biggest prankster” again, I swear to god (haha). I know he can be pretty goofy, and there are many moments on Knock Knock that project this goofiness. Some of the vocal samples (“I need a little light here!”, “I know the future better than you know the past”) are kitsch for sure, but there is no understating this man’s profound talent. He will find a sample, find another sample, and mix the two into something hypnotic. I don’t know if he stumbles upon these grooves or if they are vastly premeditated through some process where he hears an old record, his ears perk up and, poof, a full-fledged house banger surfaces in his mind. He’s always been willing to push the envelope, but on Knock Knock he fully embraces his versatility and distinctiveness. Even the most random sounds he throws into the blender make absolute sense in the sugary, hyper-charged context they’re presented.

Not all of this will sink in quickly, but there are some clear hard-hitters. ‘Pick Up’ floods into the mix like a warm embrace from a long-lost friend, creating a vibe that could and should continue forever. Yet all it does is chop up two 70s soul songs and loop them into oblivion, carrying such a heavy emotional load while staying relatively stagnant. The fat, throbbing bassline on ‘Bonfire’ makes Justin Vernon sound dreamier than he ever has before. ‘Illumination’ is a steady build to an ultimately glorious release, a masterclass in the sly emergence of its drop. It’s all so glistening and nostalgic. There’s sniffs of rap, folk, R&B, techno but none of the paths diverge from the cohesive sonic wonderland. Some prank lol.

4. Aviary- Julia Holter

When do you decide to make your magnum opus? How do you figure out that, after your most accessible album and a whole decade of building your own distinctive take on baroque, your next project would be 90 minutes of the densest, most sonically ambitious music you’ve ever released? Aviary is the type of album you wouldn’t want to put out until you are totally ready. Thankfully, Holter has every reason to be confident in her abilities. She knows when to sustain a wall of noise and when to interject with a mutter or an instrumental collapse. She knows how to pile reverb-drenched choirs onto light orchestration and how to let her voice soar while maintaining the necessary space. To pull off a sprawling, abstract project like this, you need to be some kind of genius. I don’t use that word lightly.

Aviary is meditative. Crammed with songs that linger for as long as they do without hitting a conventional stride, the dynamism is contagious. You genuinely have no idea where each song will go and there is such an abundance of feeling that it’s practically impossible to take it all in. It’s a world that you can untangle, plowing deeper and deeper into it and getting lost in the spectacle. At one moment it’s stressful, and in the next, it’s meditative. The declarations are profound. It’s a rejection of cynicism, and a full-fledged embrace of the simplest, most overpowering emotions, taking pride in the capacity to be swept away. Have you ever fallen in love? Sometimes love can be bitter and toxic, but other times, it is something worthy of a welcome parade, something that will make you loudly weep while you’re clutching onto it. That’s the scope of Aviary, a record that has no qualms about melting into gibberish, as long as it is fully evocative.

3. Be the Cowboy- Mitski

Mitski writes songs with such a penetrating, inhospitable gaze that she practically begs you to feel uncomfortable, even if she radiates warmth and empathy. She’ll come thru with a track about how much she loves her non-existent husband, how for all of eternity it will just be the two of them together, how they are doing better...it goes on until you’re pressed to think it’s a joke, but if it is, then why are you on the verge of tears? Then you sit, ponder, and start considering what it means to “be the cowboy.” Is cowboy swagger one that swoops in on a literal horse, becomes an all-or-nothing imposition of hyper-dominance, and carries itself like it’s the only thing that matters? Or is the one that takes you to a diner after years of silence, Blue Diner to be precise, and suffocates you with a lull while quietly reminding you that it will always keep a part of you? Vulnerability is Mitski’s forte. Whether it’s cloaked in sarcasm, painfully earnest, or deeply internalized, hers is a narrative so potent that you can’t help but unload all your emotional burdens alongside it.

Be the Cowboy is the moment when you’ve revealed so much about yourself to someone that for a second, it’s actually terrifying how quickly and easily they could undermine your whole existence. It’s naked but unconcerned, taking pride in its ability to crumble. Somehow, there’s nothing forced about the painstaking introspection; Mitski is fully committed to baring her soul without simplifying it or suffocating in self-righteousness. It’s equal parts defensive and dejected. You can only be reminded about the impossibility of idealization so much before you start to get confused. But when it’s as outrageous and tortured as this, it stops being a statement and becomes a full-fledged celebration. It painful to to watch, but it hurts even more to turn away.

2. El Mal Querer- Rosalía

Sometimes an album comes along feeling like such a pinnacle of a movement while deifying any categorization. It’s like Rosalía as a concept has been around forever, taking in influence from so many times and places and feelings...but nothing has ever really sounded like this. “Flamenco-pop” is a feeble label for something that so frequently whirls into a trance, belting out unhinged cries of fervor and then, on the next song, lifting a melody from Justin Timberlake. It’s like everything is being re-contextualized on here, and the result is a record that exists in its own time and space, refusing to branch out in favor of planting its own garden.

Rosalía lives for melodrama, which could be cloying if she didn’t justify it so well. It’s like her voice is always on the cusp of breaking out into a 30-second howl, which holds even when she coos a top nothing but a faint drum or a car engine noise. It takes a deep appreciation of your culture and history to be able to sound so universal without simply pining for an older vibe. Rosalía is constantly finding a way to go beyond that, subtly slipping autotune into a crevice that traditionalists would leave uncontaminated, developing sticky hooks without basing the whole song around them. When your core is a developed movement like flamenco but your crowd is the Spanish mainstream, you need more than a pinch of experimentation. El Mal Querer goes beyond that, not leaving any strand of its influences unexplored. Rosalía examines the age-old beauty of the form from every angle she can, shaking it up and seeing how it explodes.

1. Die Lit- Playboi Carti

What does it take to be the album of the year? Well...clearly not lyrical substance, or curt editing, or biting social commentary. The prerequisites for quality are getting harder and harder to pin down. All I know is that Die Lit feels like the album that all the over-saturated glut was building up to/the culmination of the ideas set forth by boundary pushers like Future or Young Thug/the logical conclusion to the intersection between lean-soaked hedonism and fine art. Don’t quote me, but we might not do any better than this. At the end of the bloated tunnel, there’s Playboi Carti squawking into oblivion, deconstructing the style that birthed him over beats that could’ve been produced by, like, Oneohtrix Point Never or Ricky Eat Acid or something.

Playboi Carti is a trailblazer. The most common critique of him is that “all he does is ad-libs, he honestly can’t even rap, and what’s good with all that autotune?” Back to my point about this being the logical conclusion of trap; removing the filler between the ad-libs is a fucking genius idea, an assured embrace of what you do best. I mean, imagine if Migos just went “uhh!” and “mama!” and didn’t have Quavo’s uninspired autotune weighing them down...it happens sometimes, and it’s beautiful. Carti’s ad-libs can be as simple as “what?” or “bih!”, and they are usually presented like a highly calculated flick of emotion, like the mechanics for a precise accentuism. Plenty of guests show up on Die Lit, and none of them have any trouble carving a space in Carti’s world. This makes sense when it’s Thugger or Travis Scott, but it is especially potent when it’s Nicki Minaj and Bryson Tiller, people who rarely delve into this type of experimentation on their own. Carti is so infectious that everyone is eager to step in his space and explore how they can dismantle their own form.

All of it is a daring experiment, especially in the moments where Carti tests the limits of his style, seeing how long he can hold the silence before getting swept into a verse, measuring how layered his voice can get before it crumbles and melts. Give Carti credit where credit is due, but Die Lit would be nothing without its producers, especially Pierre Bourne, who constructs a hazy, awe-inspiring fever dream whenever he hops behind the boards. Not only does this steer hip-hop into the direction it needed to go; it takes notes from the masters of ambient techno, blending snippets of overwhelming synths or vocals into beats that any lesser rapper would have no idea how to ride. When you’re on the forefront of the most widely consumed genre, it’s a lot of responsibility. Die Lit is one of the most forward-thinking statements in the hip-hop yet. At this point, Carti and his team are incapable of producing a song that doesn’t test boundaries or warp seasoned assumptions about what works.

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Spring 2018 Honor Roll

NATCHITOCHES –  One thousand and ten students were named to the Spring 2018 Honor Roll at Northwestern State University. Students on the Honor Roll earned a grade point average of between 3.0 and 3.49. Those named to the Honor Roll listed by hometown are as follows.

 Abbeville -- Kyle Baudoin;

Aberdeen Proving Ground, Maryland -- Adrian Borel;

Atlanta -- Jamie Wagley;

Alexandria -- Raven Adams, Iris Barrera, Samantha Bergeron, Ariyanna Bonton, John, Jasmine Brown, Kayla Busby, Keana Byone, Joshua Cain, Alyssa Carpenter, Brandy Danzy, Josyf Das Neves, Anne David, Joshua Dorsey, Tai Fletcher, Bailey Gaspard, Mallory Halford, Adrienne Jett, Jasmine Johnson, Tadriel Jones, Leslie Katz, Dean Mayeux, Claudine McGlory, Olivia Mosley, Deasheneire Payne, Kellie Pebbles, Madeline Pharis, Ragan Richey, Imani Ricks, Kenya Sariale, Nadage Scott, Taijha Silas, Carlos Sykes, Payton Tassin, Alexander Trotter, Hailey Urena, William Welch, Tashiana Whitehead, Elaina Williams;

Anacoco -- Ryan Blanton, Alysia Copen, Shelby Mcelveen, Jason Ortiz, Ireland Slocum, Tyler Stephens, Erica Wade, Cameron, Emily Williams;

Arabi -- Cursten Smith;

Arnaudville -- Ariana Broussard, Bailey Dautreuil;

Athens -- Ryan Carroway;

Atlanta, Georgia -- Tremayne Flagler;

Atlanta -- Jackson Teal, Kara Teddlie;

Ball -- Brittany Breland, Katherine Cohenour, TyKiera Fikes, Kaitlyn Humphries, Will Salinas;

Barksdale AFB -- Aleigh Rosenberry, Kimberly Ventura Gonzalez;

Bastrop -- Kayla Bonner, Haleigh Irby;

Baton Rouge -- Aubrey Barrett, Rosa Campbell, Coe Castello, Marquise Foster, Cameron Hooper, Ethan Johnson, Syera Lane, Daniel Midyett, Rachel Monsour, Victoria Simmons, Julia Soileau, Jordan Williams;

Beaumont, Texas -- Christian Bluiett;

Belcher -- Jessica Herbert;

Belle Chasse -- Hayley Barbazon, Denim Reeves;

Belmont -- Ashley Hill;

Ben Wheeler, Texas -- Cheyenne Brown;

Bentley -- Joshua Ellis, Heather Jones;

Benton -- Ali Hedgepeth, Elizabeth Jones, Abigail Lauterbach, Jackson Mathews, Blaine Reeder, Maegan Ross, Hannah Schott, Audrey Trujillo;

Berwick -- Brittany Vidos;

Bethany -- Emily Lafitte;

Blanchard -- Carrie Johnson;

Blue Ridge, Texas -- Amber Bishop;

Bogalusa -- Brittany Galloway;

Bossier City -- Austin Averitt, Adriana Avie, Colton Bailey, Ashley Bennett, Leah Benoit, Jontil Benson, Mickayla Blue, Alexandra Borrmann, Kayli Brewer, Alexander Brooks, Courtney Brooks, Takeynea Brown, Mckay Crews, Karla Cruz, Marda David, Jordan Davis, Kasey Dice, Kelly Flores, Courtney Giddens, Sydney Gootee, Jacob Hammons, Adrianne Hampton, Asylynn Henderson, Angelo Hurtado, Haley Joncas, Emily Larosee, Mikayla Lehane, Savannah Lewwe, Rance Mason, Claire McMillan, Michelle Moline, Brittany Morris, Reondrick Owens, Michael Phelps, Khayla Pugh, Nigmeh Rahman, Sierra Richard, Johnathon Schluter, Sydney Shannon, Allisyn Steele, Crystal Tuggle, Tomaya Turner, Jacory Williams;

Boutte -- Jose Del Rio;

Boyce -- Hannah Aslin, Seth Baggett, Brooklynn Basco, Devin Hilliard, Amanda Land, Lizabeth Lee, Eli Maffioli, Alexandra Morgan;

Breaux Bridge -- Braylon Daigle;

Brookland, Texas -- Paige West;

Brownsboro, Texas -- Brice Borgeson;

Brusly -- Dominique Bennett, Emma Wallace;

Bunkie -- Kelsey Coulon, Haley Laprairie;

Bush -- Serena Bonnette;

Calhoun -- Marissa Barentine;

Callisburg, Texas -- Maycy English;

Calvin -- Erin Price;

Campti -- Zachary Friday, Dalton Parker, Donta' Turner;

Carencro -- Jhonae Thibodeaux, Harold Williams;

Cartagena, Bolivar, Colombia -- Sebastian Alfaro Fontalvo, Edwin Castro Frias, Valeria Correa Meza, Victor Lopez Ramos, Jair Morelos Castilla, Cristian Paez Geney, Alejandro Restrepo Cardozo, Alejandro Dager Carrasquilla, Veronica Perez Espinosa;

Carthage, Illinois -- Nicole Clark;

Carville -- Megan Tallo;

Castor -- Loxlie Dodd, Hogan Nealy, Kaycee Collinsworth;

Central -- Hayley Tarver;

Cheneyville -- Laiken Haggart;

Chesapeake, Virginia -- Chandler Monk;

Choudrant -- Krislyn Mardis;

Church Point -- Meghan Bearb, Hayden Bourgeois, Kristian Burrow;

Clarence -- Jalicia Small;

Clifton -- Alaina Smith;

Cloutierville -- LaKrisha Burrell;

Colfax -- Mikayla Richardson;

Colleyville, Texas -- David Fry;

Columbus, Georgia -- Jonathan Williams;

Columbus, Mississippi -- William Taylor;

Conroe, Texas – Zachary Krolczyk;

Converse -- Corey Dixon, Kimberly Dobbs, Victoria Gasper, Jared Jagneaux, Noah Sepulvado, Delia Smith, Triston Waldon;

Copperas Cove, Texas -- Patrick Murphy;

Corsicana, Texas -- Sasha Ballard;

Cotton Valley -- Nicholas Smith;

Cottonport -- Shelie Canoe, Brikeysha Duskin;

Coushatta -- Kori Allen, Elizabeth Cummins, William Jordan, William Lee, Aston Lester, Amey Sepulvado, Mikailah Smith;

Covington -- Rachelle Baham, Kayla Keys, Marissa Rogers, Alina Smith, Crystal Tucker;

Dallas, Texas -- Tiffany Calhoun, Blayne Fugere, Amy Renteria;

DeBerry, Texas -- Jonathan Morris;

Delhi -- Ashley May, Saniah Parker, Jasmine Poe;

Denham Springs -- Ross Dougherty, Lenni Kunert, Brandi Robertson;

DeQuincy -- Hayden Robertson;

DeRidder -- Samantha Barr, Breanne Brauer, Sheridan Douglas, Bobby Guichet, Genna Higginbotham, Mckynzi Hill, Kenyon Johnson, Christa Mccormick, Jessica McManus, Ashley Miller, Julie Ramos, Shynikia Roberson, Shynikia Roberson, Scott Stearns, Emma-Leigh Webster, Mandy Wilson, Ashley Wisthoff, Tyler Wright;

Deville -- Joni Burlew, Kayla Dewilde, Colton Johnson, Ashtyn Knapp, Jordan Paul, Marcia Rogers, Haley Spilker, Destiny Zito;

Dobson -- Melanie Thomas;

Downsville -- Abby Fordham;

Dry Prong -- Cobi Bolen, William Bordelon, Ariana Christopher, Taylor Kight, Ethan Lewis, Jared Price, Lindsey Weatherford;

Duson -- Desmond Prejean;

Effie -- Hailee Kyrou;

Elizabeth -- Sadie Perkins;

Elm Grove -- Jacob Dunn;

Elmer -- Garrett Holt, Brennan Mays;

Elton -- Maia Lacomb;

Erath -- Elizabeth Touchet;

Evans -- Lakin Smith;

Evergreen -- Miracle Oby;

Farmerville -- Julia Legrande;

Flatwoods -- Jennifer Desselle, Jasmine George, Lindsey Willis, Stephanie Willis;

Florien -- Hillary Charles, Jennifer Cotten, Cullen Hopkins, Tyler Johnson, Elizabeth Squillini, Jordan Weldon;

Folsom-- Alma Diaz, Shaylee Laird;

Forest Hill -- Rachel Humphries, Claudia Marie Musgrove;

Forrest City, Arkansas -- Michael Mcgruder;

Fort Belvoir, Virginia -- Quindarrius Thompson;

Fort Polk -- Jamie Curtis, Amanda Dhondt, Laura Gee, Amanda Kuhn, Jennifer Lara, Donna Mareeh Milsap, Stephanie Reid, Desirah Ritchie, Genesis Rondon Torres, Jeffrey Ruiz, Jenna Silvius;

Forth Worth, Texas -- Jessica Sharp;

Franklin -- Zabreana Daniels, Jalena Kelly;

Franklinton -- Aron Stephens;

Fresno, Texas -- Shalandrea Martin;

Friendswood, Texas -- Malik Sonnier;

Frierson -- Austin Barnes, Nicholas Parham;

Gadsden, Alabama -- Damian Thompson;

Garland, Texas -- Adriana Velarde;

Geismer -- Brenna LeGlue;

Georgetown, Indiana -- Ellisa Rof;

Gibsland -- Madison Shidiskis;

Glenmora -- Eric Baker, Tiara Baker, Bailey Johnson;

Gloster -- Jennifer Simmons;

Gonzales -- Jennifer Enloe, Courtney LeJeune, Corley Payne;

Grand Cane -- Kayden Booker, Brittney Cross, Brittany Davies, Ciana Mcintyre, Brittany Miller, Emily Miller;

Grand Prairie, Texas -- Charles Harris, Kori Levingston;

Granite City Illinois -- Megan Obrien;

Gray -- Triston Johnson, Austin Pierre;

Greenwood -- Rachel Hermes;

Gretna -- Brandi Bealer, MyDung Hoang, Trinity Velazquez;

Guston, Kentucky -- Shelbie Jantzen;

Hahnville -- Imani Butler;

Halifax, Virginia -- Kyle Lacks;

Hall Summit -- Ashley-Kate McNatt;

Hammond – Raqual Cockerham, Laura Sharp, William Woodworth;

Harvey -- Jesse Coats, Tyrone Johnson;

Haughton -- Kelsy Baker, Bailey Boyd, Darius Brock, Arneshia Brooks, Payton Curry, Haylee Douglass, Makayla Feibel, Shelby Grubbs, Daniel Langen, Alyssia Mobley, Angie Nguyen, Hannah Robertson, Hunter Woods,

Haynesville -- Destiny Burns, Trenton Franklin;

Heflin -- Kendall Brunson, Haley Shepherd, Rachael Vickers;

Henderson, Texas -- Christina Marie Colley;

Hessmer -- Ryan Armand, Daren Dauzat;

Hineston -- Victoria Carroll;

Homer -- Amberly Banks, Shannon Rhodes, Lakota Smith,

Hornbeck -- Erin Gentry, Joshua Hughes, Logan Hughes, Haley Killian, Megan Martelle, Ariel Rodgers,

Hosston -- Kylie Moore;

Houma -- Gavin Bergeron, Courtney Chancellor, Kyle Siddle;

Houston, Texas -- Alexander Allen, Bruce Beth, Julio Galvan, Rashuad Powell, Crystal Turner;

Ida -- Genesis Thomas;

Jamestown -- Ieshia Thomas;

Jeanerette -- Kennedi Boutte, Mary Rochon;

Jefferson -- Emily Ricalde;

Jena -- Braegan Burlew, Candace Decker, Erica Hebert, Lakerielle Kittlin;

Jennings -- Ashton St. Germain;

Jonesboro -- JaVonna Lawrence, Tia Moore;

Jonesville -- Julie Odom, Erin Wiley;

Kalaupapa, Hawaii -- Kamamalu Nishihira-Asuncion;

Keithville -- Laurilyn Crossland, Mary-Kathryn Fuller, Taylor Hughes, Latavein Kennedy, Jerry Parks, Taylor Rose;

Kenner -- Shannon Drake;

Kerens, Texas -- Cody James;

Kilgore, Texas -- Jonathan Hubbard;

Kinder -- Kelsey Frank, Katharyn Hebert, Nicholas Moldovsky;

Kingwood, Texas -- Alexandria Bailey;

Klamath Falls, Oregon -- Bradley Baker;

Labadieville -- Logan Simoneaux;

Lacombe -- Casey Casler;

Lafayette -- Hayley Aymond, Luther Brooks, Sasskia Chassion, Oliver Conday, Adele Hebert, Tyler Jones, Hudson Laborde, Robert Middleton, Josef Raines, Dhaija Smith, Stuart Suffern, Hannah Travis;

Lake Charles -- Jennifer Arabie, Landon Dore, Anna Eaglin, Daryan Gibson, Brandi Hansard, Kateen Hilliard, Maysen Linscomb, Savanah Moses, Michael Thomas, Destany Washington, Laura Wilkins;

Lake Providence -- Lakarven Pitts;

Laplace -- Melvin Bates, Darian Cline;

Larose -- Peyton Guidry;

League City, Texas -- Lacee Savage;

Leander -- Karissa Boswell;

Lecompte -- Ikeia Johnson, Hannah McCann;

Leesville -- Heather Alexander, Jebediah Barrett, Katrina Brinson, Damion Brown, Rachal Brown, Jonathan Bruce, Victoria Carbaugh, Jacob Cart, Brandon Fredieu, Beatrice Green, Robert Green, Cheyenne Grigg, Morgan Hall, Brianna Harperhoward, Britney Harvey, Taylor Helton, Angelica Hilton, Meghan Jones, Lane Koury, Constance McManus, Stephanie Miller, Miranda Mize, Taylor Newman, Brittany Paris, Pete Rodriguez, Cesar Santos, Brandy Sherman, Marissa Skursky, Joseph Slaughter, Payton Soto, Britnie Stroud, Marissa Weldon, Lana West, Chyla Winslow, Cheyene Wise, Jacqueline Young, Michael Zschach;

Lena -- Kamryn Glenn, Justin Williams;

Lettsworth -- Landon Benton;

Libuse -- Alysia Hawthorne;

Lillie – Jesikah Ford;

Little Elm, Texas -- Hunter Gagnon, Kaitlyn McCullough;

Livingston -- Cody Cambre, Chase Crane;

Lockport -- Malaina Falgout;

Logansport -- Charles McClintock, Jessica Thompson;

Lone Oak, Texas -- Kaylee Isenburg;

Longview, Texas -- Deja Moore, Travis Pope;

Loreauville -- Tiffany Trahan;

Luling -- Macie Barrios;

Machesney Park, Illinois -- Alicia Teran;

Madisonville -- Zoe Almaraz, Sarahjane Ladut;

Mandeville -- Maci Burt, Anthony Pastorello, Hunter Swent;

Mansfield -- Rowdy Burleson, DeAsia Maxie, James Sowell, Markeit Steverson, Devin Vanwinkle, Stanley Woodley;

Mansura -- Beau Barbry, Cori Hayes, Magen Hegger, Adrienne Prevost;

Many -- Chancee Branam, Salvador Cruz Montellano, Destinee Dowden, Kelsi Horn, Clayton Kelley, Ashley Lafitte, Mayci Lewis, Chase Manning, Adina Manshack, Johnathan Medine, Chelsea Parrie, Andrew Penfield, Anna Porterfield, Lisa Scott, Hannah Webb;

Marksville -- Regan Balius, Javoanta Batiste, Aaron Bergeron, Leah Dupuy, April Gaspard, Olivia Johnson, Makayla Laborde, Sara Lambert, Shelby Lemoine, Victoria Lucas, Jessie Negrotto, Paulette Thomas;

Marrero -- Tara Brown, Lorena Martin;

Marshall, Texas -- Alexis Balbuena, Matayzsha Dorsey, Abagale Godfrey, Khari Jenkins, Michelle Sarubbi, Sydney Swilley;  

Marthaville -- Dylan Daniels, Erica James, Thomas Lirette, Kendrick Moore;

Maurice -- Adele Vincent;

McKinney, Texas -- Jasmine Dansby, Tyler Gatewood;

Melville -- Alexis Barker;

Mer Rouge -- Tequilla Winston;

Meridian, Mississippi -- Reed Michel;

Merryville -- Kyleah Franks;

Mesquite, Texas -- Kaleb Fletcher;

Midland, Texas -- Channing Burleson;

Midlothian, Illinois -- Daniel Hlad;

Minden -- Peyton Gray, Chelsey Harper, Lauren Holland, Donna Law, Jerryca Law, Rakeem Moore, Jesse Seymore, Lamonica Smith;

Monroe -- Caroline Aydelott, Trinity Butcher, PetraAnne Carpenter, Ty'Esha Coleman, Jaquita Davis, Taylor Edwards, Breonna Gibson, Parron Jones, Ashley Murphy, Tia Smith, Skylar Sorrell, Treniya Wadley, Ronnie Wells, Asia West, TaMya Williams, Gail Wilson;

Montegut -- Nicole Cohen, Megan Pellegrin;

Montgomery -- Miranda Bartlett, Morgan Bartlett, Tyler Cotten, Logan Lambert, Morgan McManus, Hannah Vercher;

Mooringsport -- Jo Anna Fisher;

Moreauville -- Reginea Alexander;

Murrieta, California -- Brittany Caserma;

Natchez -- Shaneda Armstrong, Brandi Carpenter, Jackson Carroll, Deshon Ficklin, James Rougeou, Brittany Slaughter;

Natchez, Mississippi -- Henry Cooley;

Natchitoches -- Shelton Adams, Ariel Adkins, Austin Aldredge, Daniella Angulo Martinez, Kayla Arnold, Abbie Atwood, Thomas Balthazar, James Bankston, Ramon Barralaga, Jacob Bartels, Terrius Bell, Allison Berry, Megan Berry, Christopher Billiot, Janieya Bobb, Keaton Booker, Andrew Boyd, Samantha Broughton, Keyana Brown, Morgan Burris, Kezia Butler, Thomas Celles, Halley Chapa, Kaleb Chesser, Lane Clevenger, Jacob Dahoff, Kenneth Darcy, Ajeahnell Dempsey, Chasity Dupree, Eric Fredieu, Matthew Gallien, Jasmine Hall, Rodney Harrison, Tyler Henry, Saul Hernandez, Jared Hulsey, Maina Ibn Mohammed,  Retsel Jackson, Michael James, Anthony Jones, Casey Jones, Hannah Jones, Haley LaCaze, Cristofer Larcarte, Tarah Lott, Alyssa Martin, Madelyn Matt, Andrew McAlister, Melonia McDaniel, Amanda Metoyer, Jasmine Milsap, Joshua Minor, Samantha Muncey, Donovan Ohnoutka, Chaka Palm, Zachary Parker, Kenneth Penrod, Meredith Phelps, Michael Raymond,  RaeGan Rogers, Paula Sanchez Luna, Emily Sitarz, Athena Smith, Rachel Smith, Shannon Smith, Skyler Speer, Hollie Spillman, Cierra Stephens, Blake Teekell, Alexander Thibodeau, Rebecca Thomisee, Angelo Vergara Otero, Garrett Vienne, Huey Virece, Naloni Walker, Brianna Watermolen, Anna Waxley, Leah Wilkins, John Williams, Lanae Wilson,  Laurence Wynder, Ashtin Youngblood;

Navasota, Texas -- Shelton Eppler;

New Iberia -- Courtney Cotone, Shania Dauterive, Madison Romero, Kira Tobias, Madison Willett;

New Llano -- Undrea Beasley, Deja Castille, Tristan Thorman, Alyssa Turner;

New Orleans – Nyasha Brown, Maya Dolliole, Felicia Franklin, Taylor Gibbs, Karrington Johnson, Trevor Morgan, Jonae Skinner, Rishard Winford;

New Roads -- Landry Davis;

Newllton -- Chasity Glasspoole,

Noble -- Joshua Ray, Thomas Rivers,

North Richland Hills, Texas -- Cody Germany,

Oak Grove -- Tonya Creech;

Oak Hill, West Virginia -- Jessica Limer;

Oakdale -- Clayton Ashworth, Tia Dixon, James Obrien;

Oberlin -- Morgan Gradney;

Oil City -- Chaddrick Thomas;

Oklahoma City, Oklahoma -- Jasmine Juarez;

Olympia, Washington -- Kimberly Delatorre;

Opelousas -- Caleb Allen, Keylee Boone, Matthew Collins, Kelsey Gallow, Haley George, Kayla Pitre, Sydney Stewart;

Orange Beach, Alabama -- Elizabeth Gilliam;  

Otis -- Joshua Poston;

Oxnard, California -- Kateen Starman;

Paincourtville -- Hannah Brister;

Palmetto -- Destiny Celestine;

Panama City, Florida -- Adam Normand;

Paradis -- Kaitlyn Dunn;

Parma -- Tracy Hromadka;

Pearl River -- Joseph Lagreco;

Pineville -- Emily Bordelon, Victoria Bordelon, Latasha Cain, Jasmine, KataraRiana Clark, Payten Collins, LaShundra Duncan-Williams, Selena Ferguson, Katelan Gossett, Trey Joseph, Cedrick Lott, Sonya McClellan, Shaqunda Peters, Victoria Peterson, Bonni Rayburn, Glynn Sillavan, Courtney Squyres, Micah StAndre, Emily Wiley;

Pioneer -- Kayla Rockett;

Pitkin -- Preston Brown, Braydon Doyle, Jayce Doyle;

Plain Dealing -- Ja'Mela Williams;

Plaucheville -- Hailey Brouillette, Rachael Martin, Philip Pepiton, Brittany Taylor;

Pleasant Hill -- Montana Binning, Makenzi Patrick;

Pollock -- Allie Frost, Whitney Jenkins, Kari Taffi;

Port Allen -- Evan Daigle;  

Port Barre -- Skylar Guidroz;

Prairieville -- Hannah Beason, Otha Nelson, Jacob Townsend, Mikayla Tudor;

Princeton -- Keeleigh Bennett, Chelsea Morris, Katelyn Nattin, Ty Shilling;

Princeton, New Jersey – Hannah Bradley;

Prosper -- Gabriella Gamboa;

Provencal – Carson Custis, Katlynn French, Jamie Litton, Taylor Trichel;

Rayne -- Mary Peltier;

Reno, Nevada -- Olivia Marazzo;

Richfield, Minnesota -- Leah Barnes;

Ringgold -- Joseph Hays, Kylee Love;

River Ridge -- Rachel Chimeno, Toni Hebert;

Robbinsdale, Minnesota -- Rachel Stoks;

Robeline -- Arica Ammons, Jonathan Comeaux, Willie Garcia, Patricia Goodwin, Hannah Hennigan, Kristal Lachney, Mallary Lester, Alyssa Maley, Megan Maley, Courtney Rachal, Madelyn Rachal, Morgan Rachal, Fawn Slaughter;

Rock Falls, Illinois -- Cody Donoho;

Rosepine -- Emilee Johnson, Jamie Nelson;

Ruston -- Stormy Dickey, Phynecha Richard, Lara Schales;  

Saint Amant -- Kylie Nix;

Saint Cloud, Florida -- Sage Leffew;

Saint Francisville -- Ryan Reed;

Saint Martinville -- Emily Guidry, Chaselyn Lewis;

Saline -- Makayla Jackson, Aaron Savell;

San Pedro Sula, Cortes, Honduras -- Jose Bustillo Aguero;

Sarepta -- Katie Ingle;

Savannah Georgia -- Larry Johnson;

Shreveport -- Tiara Anderson, Keyln Andrews, James Baldwin, ShyMiracle Ball, Desean Britton, Rachael Bryant, Breonnica Collins, Madison Connella, Audrey Copeland, Daniel Crews, Hannah Crnkovic, Taylor Davis, Kevin Denks, Zandria Douglas, Chenara Dredden, Lauren Edwards, Keiauna Evans, Meghan Fry, Lauren Gabour, Tyler Gardner, Cassidy Giddens, Rebecca Gilcrease, Savon Gipson, Andrell Green, Ricci Haltom, Jaimee Henderson, Monica Holloway, Kimberly Housley, Meghan Jelks, Drake Johnson, Zachary Johnson, Ainsley Johnson-Braden,  Bethany Jones, Quanese Jones-Young, Haley Joyner, Luis Juneau, Colton Kennedy, Tradeya King, Mallory LaLena, Princess Lane, Shermaria Lewis, Rukiya Lewis, Katherine Lind, Jakobi Malone, Alexis Mason, Kristen Massinburg, Mozell Mcduffy, Janna Mclellan, Samantha Metoyer, Alison Mitchell, Myles Mitchell, Dylan Molenhour, Shanautica Montgomery,  Terrye Moore, Maria Moreno Ponte, Ellison Mullen, Hillary Nicholls, Karina Pena Morla, Elizabeth Peterson, Patrick Pierce, Dalton Randolph, Nahjee Reid, Mollie Reynolds, Carribean Richardson, Jasmine Roberts, Savonya Robinson, Chekayah Samuel, Jasmin Samuels, Zachary Sanders, Fredricka Seawood, Latrice Smith, Chaniqua Smith, Vincent Spinks, Asia Stevens,  Keyaunta Stewart, Jordan Taylor, Shakari Taylor, Rodnisha Terry, Angela Thomas, Gabrielle Thomas, Ashlea Trosclair, Rhiannon Venable, Isabella Vines, Earnestine Walker, Gia-Caroline Weber, Kristin Welch, Charity Wesley, Victoria Whaley, Crystal Williams, Destiney Williams, Lajayda Williams, Shamolia Williams, Tre'Darius Williams, DeShaun Wilson, Ansonia Wisner;

Sibley -- Madison Mouser;

Sicily Island -- Jalisa Johnson;

Sieper -- Alexis Williams;

Silsbee, Texas -- Carson Fuller;

Simmesport -- Olivia Draper, Elise Normand;

Simpson -- Christina Snider, Carleigh Standifer;

Slidell -- Juliana Garcia, Whitney Legier, Cameron May;

Spring, Texas -- Madelyne Mangum;

Springfield -- Brian Pickett, Tyler Pigott;

St. Martinville -- Asi Gachassin, Maleik White,

Starks -- Melina Royer;

Stephenville, Texas -- Natalie Damron;

Stonewall -- Alexandria Cole, Emma Delafield, Mallory McConathy, Stephanie Parker, Heather Schiller, Spencer Tatum;

Sugartown -- Madison Budnik;

Sulphur -- Madeline Fortenberry, Trevor Molitor, Shelby Sullivan;

Tallulah -- Christian Cobb;

Tatum, Texas -- LeAndrea Allison;

Terrytown -- Katlynn Klein;

Texarkana, Texas -- Sydney Cowgill, Miles Powell;

Thibodaux -- Gabrielle Dantoni, Cierra Winch;

Tioga -- Lorali Hebert;

Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania -- Brianna Morosco;

Tomball, Texas -- Cylandria Clemons;

Tool, Texas -- Kimberly Kidney;

Trout -- Harley Lisenby, Andrea Walters, Garett Walters;

Vidalia -- Evandria King;

Ville Platte -- Tre Fontenot;

Vinton -- Autumn Hanks, Madison Zaunbrecher;

Washington -- Kyeishia Evans, I Ambrieanna Lazard;

Waskom, Texas -- Mary Alexander, Colton McCracken, Jonas Richardson;

Waynesboro, Mississippi -- David Hodo;

Welsh -- Alisha Ledoux, Katherine Salassi;

West Monroe – Taylor Cox, Aubrey Gamble, Bailey Hargrove, Tyler Hortman, Rachel Simpson, Melissa Taylor, Christopher Wynn;

White Castle -- Kiosha Elzy;

Winnfield -- Mia County, LaTerrion Green, Saquan Jenkins, Brooklyn Johnson, Morgan Martinez, George Parish, Trakita Rainwater, Chinna Thompson;

Winnsboro -- Samira Wiley;

Wisner -- Jordan Price;

Woodworth -- Ashley Ortiz;

Yigo, GU -- Mary Szabo;                                                

Youngsville -- Devin Forestier, Lorin Prejean;

Zachary -- Darryl Anderson, Alyse Quebedeaux, Alaijha Trim;

Zwolle -- Kamryn Bedsole, Dayton Craig, Cheyanne Ebarb, Addison Garcie, Emmalee Lewing, Ethan Morgan, Deidre Rivers, Chyna Sepulvado, Rylea Sepulvado.

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♫ Listen: Airport - Doomsday Clarion

Last year, like a phoenix risen, Airport reemerged in a blaze entitled, Lilliputian. The word “Lilliputian” means little or insignificant, which Lilliputian was not, by the way. “Clarion” is the name of a war trumpet, but it can also mean loud and clear, which is how Airport’s new novelistic effort, Doomsday Clarion, truly feels. The long-form score, which is broken up into distinct songs but structured as one swath, sounds out a group effort by Airport’s founder Miranda Pharis, plus regular contributors and now members Olivia Sullivan and Stephen Mayer, and with further contributions from Edward Shenk and Celes. 2017 was insane and 2018 already feels a bit gentler. Similarly, Lilliputian’s unhinged emotives and broad noise-walls soften into sounds of slothily strummed electric guitar; scattered drums; clappy, almost burlesque-show, piano; and more fragmented, orchestrated, and almost mathematical noise bouquets with Olivia’s ivy-like vocals, which were also heard on Lilliputian, weaving through it all. Sometimes, her singing is tiny and fragile. Sometimes it soars and makes me want to see this whole ensemble perform on stage amidst much fog. All along she poeticizes. She reads what sounds like YouTube or other internet comments. She muses over a dead white rabbit. Is the rabbit a metaphor? If it’s really a rabbit, I think of its soft fur and its cute ears and how Olivia sings “soft dusk.” My favorite time of day. Dried flowers wilt in their dusty vases. Bedrooms and basements draped in cables and heavy sheets. Doomsday Clarion articulates a newfound presence and surety in Airport’s sound. A sampled voice midway says, “There are some strange fucking sounds out there.” There’s literally so much happening in these 32 minutes that all I can do is implore you to explore its bugling depths on your own. http://j.mp/2BqCYNd

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Spring 2017 Dean’s List announced

NATCHITOCHES – One thousand and fifty-one students were named to the Spring 2017 Dean’s List at Northwestern State University. Students on the list earned a grade point average of between 3.5 and 3.99. Those named to the Dean’s List by hometown are as follows.

 APO – Rebecca Waters;

 Abita Springs – Destiny Simon;

 Albany – Joseph Joffrion, Hailey Pomes;

 Alexandria – Ashley Ammons, Nicholas Bailey, Courtney Brown, Tonya Clark, Kimberly Colston, Dustin Cross, Christopher Das Neves, Josyf Das Neves, Claudia Gauthier, Amy Girtman, Monnie Guillory, Anna Hall, Bessie Hargrett, Jordan Johnson, Hannah Kenimer, Kristina Langley, ShaKiyla Lindsey, Jimmie Magee, Aaron Martin, Danielle McDowell, Julian Morgan, Kaycee Ouber, Madeline Pharis, Sha’Darius Plummer, Sadae Polk, Shacora Simpson, Tammethia Starks, Christina Thiels, Renee Cunnikin, Casey Holts;

 Anacoco – Jacquelyn Bennett, Michael Chesher, Brittney Dittbrender, Kaylee Herrington, Victoria Jackson, Karington Johnson, Caitlin McKee, Shelby MceIveen, Jason Ortiz, Bret Phillips, Brooke Phillips, Jaclyn Smith, Samuel Turnipseed, Erica Wade, Brianna Walters, Emily Williams, Clarissa Williamson;

 Annona, Texas – Candace Baird;

 Arabi – Cursten Smith;

 Arcadia – Margaret Myles;

 Arlington, Texas – Samantha Bell;

 Arnaudville – Jacob David;

 Athens – Tyler Anderson;

Atlanta – Shannon Jones, Brianne Lashley, Leah Lashley;

 Austin, Texas – Dylan Graves;

 Baker – Nijah Lain;

 Ball – Karen Holmes, Katie Wakefield;

 Barksdale AFB – Elysia Lanier, Priscilla Molina;

 Baton Rouge – Erin Berlin, Rosa Campbell, Peyton Clark, Carmeka Cooper, Marquise Foster, Madison Fry, Julian Guerrero Acevedo, Chloe Hidalgo, Rebecca Ladmirault, Bethany Lee, Stan Mays, Henrietta Mercer, Montariel Minor, Alexandra Piedrahita, Emma Rivet, Juila Soileau, Haley Sylvester, Savannah Thibodeaux;

 Belcher – Sierra Laing;

 Belle Chasse – Hayley Barbabzon, Nikki Lopez, Annie Wright;

 Belmont – Ashley Hill, Mallory Simpson;

 Ben Wheeler, Texas – Cheyenne Brown;

 Bentley – Samuel Green, Lindzey Hayes;

 Benton – Kelyn Bihm, Leah Digilormo, Sara Hale, Kara Knippers;    

 Blanco, Texas – Reagan Rogers;

 Blue Ridge, Texas – Amber Bishop;

 Bogalusa – Amanda Crawford;

 Bordelonville – Taylor Arnouville;

 Bossier City – Jael Ahmad, Jessica Alvarenga, Shannon Ansley, Bonny Bacoccini, Janeth Bird, Shelby Booth, Emilee Branch, Sheldon Busby, Elisa Ceballos, Jordan Chaffin, Emily Cheatham, Gina Copeland, Peyton Davis, Madison Edwards, Emily Fisher, Kelly Flores, Charles Gallaher, Devonte Hall, Jacob Hammons, Adrianne Hampton, Joshua Henry, Teaka Jacobs, Corina Jacobsen, Casey Johnson, Corey Johnson, Victoria Johnson, Haley Jorgensen, Alyssa Kidd, Alexandra Madrid, Samantha Maeitte, Rance Mason, Gina Masson, Sabri Parks, Michael Phelps, Megan Redmon, Jade Reich, Timothy Rice, Kassidy Robideaux, Georgenia Smith, Savannah Stevens, Joshua Straub, Jessica Sullivan, Angel Vakoff, Chandler Vascocu, Kimberly Ventura Gonzalez, Kristen Warke, Kiera White, Haneen Zeidan, Jordan Ginn, Katherine Parson Benjamin Johnson;                

 Bourg – Mia Adams;

 Boyce – Hannah Aslin, Brooklynn Basco, Lauren Davidson, Stacey Gannaway, Timothy Glass, Sarah Hill, Sonya Hill, Ashley Smith;

 Bradenton, Fla. – Alexandra Latham;

 Broken Arrow, Okla. – Madeline Drake;

 Brookeland, Texas – Morgan Horn, Paige West;

 Broussard – Dylan Dunford;

 Brownsboro, Texas – Brice Borgeson;

 Brusly – Dominique Bennett;

 Burleson – Eric Neeley;

 Bush – Lane Clevenger;

 Calhoun – Conn Mccandlish;

 Calvin – Joseph Heyse, Erin Price;

Campti – Troy Coleman, Kelsey Coutee, Damarte Fisher, Allison Friday, Kortney Greer, Trenton Parker, Ronald Reliford, Jordan Rowell, Kimberly Sepulvado, Sade’ Thomas;

 Carencro – Ashley Guidry, Jasmin Thibodeaux;

 Carrollton, Texas – Victoria Miller;

 Cartagena, Colombia – Nestor Mercado-Garcia, Ronald Rodriguez Herrera, Valentina Herazo Alvarez, Valeria Nieto Rodriguez, Luis Osoria Betancourt, Juan Paternina Paez, Veronica Perez Espinosa, Ramon Sarruf Monroy, Joan Santos Sierra;

 Castor – Priscilla Harrell, Azita Rivers, Kaycee Collinsworth;

 Cecilia – Margo Barstow;

 Cedar Park, Texas – David Moritz;

 Chalmette – Scarlett Saizan;

 Chauvin – Xandria Petty;

 Cheneyville – Katherine Davis, Shelbie Moriarty;

 Choudrant – Taylor Holley;

 Church Point – Carolyn Fontenot;

 Colfax – Mikayla Richardson, Dalton Wade, Zachary Wade;

 College Station, Texas – Jasmyn Steels;

 Conroe, Texas – Sidney Salmans,

 Converse – Shayna Brown, Delia Smith, Benjamin Wright;

 Cottonport – Brikeysha Duskin, Zachary Gauthier;

 Coushatta – Elizabeth Durr, Jason Gross, Jeremy Lawson, Williams Lee, Aaron Murray, Precious Smith, Jesseca Tomerlin, Mackenzie Williams, Caroline Wren, Lauren Young;

 Covington – Tristan Bridges, Justin Brogdon, Ian Cassidy, Rachel Coyne, Erika Jarlock, Kayla Keys, Titus McCann, Cathleen Oviedo, Catherine Sadler;

 Coyolilla Veracruz, Mexico – Guadalupe de Jesus Mendez Zaragoza;

 Cut Off – Kaelyn Musgrave;

 Cypress, Texas – Kaitlyn St. Clair;

 Dallas – Amy Renteria, Gabrielle Stevens;

 Denham Springs – Mackenzie Byrd, Joey Carroll, Caitlyn Cutrer, Chantal Dale, Tina Fisher, Kaylie Krepinevich, Lenni Kunert, Tyler O’Donoghue, Rachel Oufnac, Jenson Wall;

 DeQuincy – Staci Maddox;

 DeRidder – James Jones, Shynikia Roberson, Bobby Guichet, Sarah James, Jaclyn Moore, Mikalyn Russell, Airiunna Satchell, Jacob Prudhomme, Rebecca Richmond, Heather Sorton, Scott Stearns, Nathan Stinley;

 Derry – Georgette Hassan;

 Desoto, Texas – Joseph Blazio;

 Destrehan – Jamie Boteler, Kristen Richmond;

 Deville – Brianna Ashley. Joni Burlew, Savannah Carter, Hailey Dennard, Baylie Ducote, Colton Johnson, Morgan McCrory, Marcia Rogers, Hannah Siebeneicher, Miranda Wells;

 Diana, Texas – Kayli Morvan;

 Donaldsonville – Kayla Hernandez;

 Dry Prong – Brandie Arnett, DeAnna Bartlett;

 Dubberly – Phylicia Gatson;

 Duson – Autumn Ritter;

 Edmond, Okla. – Payton Hartwick, Jiyoon Lee, Amanda Stokes;

 El Paso, Texas – Christopher Barron;

 Elizabeth – Kelby Friday;

 Elm Grove – Jaocb Dunn, Tekeia Russell;

 Elmer – Katelynn Cloud;

Elton – Kayla Bellard;

 Elysian Fields, Texas – Jane Harris;

 Eunice – Lea Boone, Trevor Landreneau, Alison Turk;

 Farmerville – Julia Legrande, Kayla Smith;

Ferriday – Callie Shermer, Dalenesha Wimley;

 Flatwoods – Jasmine George;

 Florien – Hillary Charles, Willow Chesson, Noah Parker, Dylan Roberts, Kelcy Sandel, Megan Wagley, Zachary Williams;

 Folsom – Sarah Moore;

 Forney, Texas – Jared Walker;

 Fort Myers, Fla. – Andrea Smarsh;

 Fort Polk – Bailey Bailey, Brittany Chadwick, Laura Gee, Genesis Rondon Torres, Christian Wood;

 Fort Worth – Corban James;

 Fouke, Ark. – Holly Tweedy;

 Franklin – Alison Guidroz, Abriana Lanceslin;

 Franklinton – David Jenkins, Aron Stephens;

 Frierson – Marvaeya Edwards, Clinton Oliver, John Rachal;

 Garland, Texas – Adrianna Velarde;

 Geismar – Elijah Ino-Baptiste;

 Georgetown, Ind. – Ellisa Rohlf;

 Gheens – Samantha Clark;

 Glenmora – Kristopher Devore, Faith Lawrence, Riah Wells, Tiara Baker;

Gloster – Angelica Gandy, Jennifer Simmons;

 Goldonna – Alexander Guillory, Hannah McGrew, Allison Self, Brianna Calhoun’

 Gonzales – Nicole Jones, Courtney LeJeune, Rebecca Marchand;

 Gorman, Texas – Kourtney Seaton;

 Grand Cane – Sandra Kimble;

 Grand Prairie, Texas – Stephen Garrett;

 Granite City, Ill. – Megan O’Brien;

 Gray – Cassie Becnel;

 Grayson – Sabrina Mckeithen;

 Greenwell Springs – Katherine Bryant;

 Greenwood – Ragan Aple;

 Gretna – Rayshaughn Armant, MyDung Hoang, Jasmine Myles, Tachel Neathamer;

 Guaynabo, Puerto Rico – Emily Bencosme;

 Hackberry – Lexie Stine;

 Hammond – Elizabeth Belgard;

 Harahan – Azriel Marshall;

 Harris, Minn. – Matthew Johnson;

 Harvey – Tajalai Evans, Binta Francis;

 Hattieburg, Miss. – Mary Mitchell;

 Haughton – Shannon Barnard, Benny Broadway, Heather Casil, Randi Corley, Bethanie Couch, Haylee Douglass, Tyler Holdsworth, Jackice Hudson, Bethany Knotts, Elizabeth Langley, John Nance, Sherrie Singleton, Hannah Teutsch, Larissa Wells, Kacie Wilkinson, Kaili Williams;

 Heflin – Haley Shepherd;

 Henderson, Texas – Andrew Blackmon, John Floyd, Emily Ortiz;

 Henderson ­– Asha Cormier;

 Hessmer – Ryan Armand, Aslyn Sennie;

 Hineston – Victoria Carroll, Richard Clark, Karlie Taylor;

 Holloman AFB, New Mexico ­– Kayla Bull;

 Homer – Madison Cain;

 Hornbeck – Sarah Ceballos, Tori Dahlhoff, Ronald Guess, Megan Martelle, Miranda Roberts;

 Houma – Jessica Coleman, Rhiannon Dean, Anna Gautreaux, Billy Gorr;

 Houston – Brittany Davis, Alyssa Jacobs, Jordan Rains, Micayla Sorosiak, Madilyn Wood;

 Hugo – Chelsea Caldwell;

Humble – Trevin Whitaker;

 Independence – Sabrina Cook;

 Jackson – Brennan Booth;

 Jeanerette – Kennedi Boutte, Brandy Jackson;

 Jena – Braegan Burlew, Dylan Hebert, Jordan Mitchell, Jerrod Snoddy;

 Jennings – Emily Benoit, Rachel Edwards, Rachelle Edwards, Phillip Gotte, Jacob Guidry Lydia Williams;

 Johnston, Penn. – Morgan Lewis;

 Jonesboro – Jacqueline Blankenship, JaVonna Lawrence, Savannah Maricle, Destini Mathews, Rachel Eichmann;

 Kaplan – Lauren Schexnayder;

 Katy, Texas – Jocelyn Cummons;

 Keithville – Kristin Dall, Shevonte’ Lewis, Michelle McDonnell, Erica Sanders;

 Kenner – Alexis Hollingsworth;

 Kerens, Texas – Brandon Brumbelow;

 Kinder – Konnor Cormier, Nicholas Moldovsky, Logan Terrell;

 King Ferry, N.Y. – Kayleigh Bartlow;

 Kinston, N.C. – Jennifer Freeman;

 La Porte, Texas – Jeremy Hasan

 LaPlace – Jalen Haydel;

 Lacombe – Aaron Hebert;

 Lafayette – Laci Bruno, Michael Carrier, Samantha Donlon, Robert Leray, Emilee Leger, Shenekia McDonald, Robert Middleton, Elizabeth Monaghan, Joy Newman, Shelby Riedel, Hunter Robicheaux, China Young, Richard Clay;

 Lake Charles – Chelsey Bertrand, Wesley Bray, Michael Driskill, Anna Eaglin, Kennedy Fontenot, Kathleen Hilliard, Isaiah Roy, Michael Thomas;

Lake Providence – Forrest Middlebrook;

 Lakehills, Texas – Agusta Stewart;

 Larlace – Benjamin Arie;

 Las Vegas, Nevada – April Ficarrotta

 Lavon, Texas – Berenice Bretado, Matthew Howeth;

 League City, Texas – Hunter Wamack, Christopher Zirkle;

 Lecompte – Ashtin Youngblood, Joann Cody;

 Leesville – Shandreka Atwater, Katlyn Austin, April Beck, Katherine Benson, Kevin Blake, Rebekah Bridges, Jessica Burrell, Victoria Butler, Hannah Coleman, Carter Coriell, Conner Dillon, Raegan Dotson, Haleigh Edinger, Brittany Edwards, Brittany French, Kaitlyn Frisbie, Miranda Fulks, Sean Grady, Jessica Gray, Alexis Greavu, Robert Green, Madison Hall, Morgan Hall, Alexis Harbin, Heather Hickman, Amea James, Caitlan James, Antonia Kettner, Brandon Lynn, James Magee, Karl Marzahl, Sean McCroary, Thomas Merchant, Stephanie Miller, Emily Moore, Brittany paris, Ashley Perondi, Kaplan Rolon, Tiffany Rubin, Jeffrey Santos, Joseph Slaughter, Heather Snell, Linda Strauss, Tabitha Vasquez, Natalie West, Kristin Whistine, Hannah Scott, Bruce Stone;

 Lena – Dillon Guin;

 Little Elm, Texas – Jasmine Ealy;

 Livonia – Alexis Deville;

 Logansport – Kelsey Bolden, Jessica Thompson;

 Longmont, Colo. – Cadence Starr;

 Longview, Texas – Gustavo Corrales Hannah Dunn, Kelli Hickerson, Julie Rawls;

 Loranger – Cambree Bailey;

 Louisville, Miss. – Zachary Wilson;

 Luling – Macie Barrios, Nathan Roth;

 Madisonville – Christian Hastings, Sarahjane Ladut, Melissa Polizzi;

 Magnolia, Texas – Ray Teninty;

 Mandeville – Nicole Albert, Brandon Eberts;

 Mansfield – Erin Campbell, Wesley Caston, Quinterra Clark, Melissa Hanson, Bradley Justice, Jairus Lane, Jessica Miller, Ashley Shelton, Brooke Smith, Shelby Hebert;

 Mansura – Jonah Johnson, Allen St. Romain;

 Many – Hannah Boswell, Toby Bruce, Samantha Carrier, Shelby Clifton, Salvador Cruz Montellano, Haleigh Dockens, Kyle Elliott, Alison Garcia, Moses Gonzalez, Mariam Haider, Clayton Kelley, Adina Manshack, Gabrielle Murphy, Chelsea Parrie, Colten Sepulvado, Shayna Sepulvado, Heather Trichel, Hannah Webb;

 Marksville – Javoanta Batiste, Madeleine Morrow, Jessie Negrotto, Tanner Nugent;

 Marrero – Jay Canova, Jade Duthu, Addison Hinson, Lorena Martin;

 Marshall, Texas – Matayzhsa Dorsey, Abigail Upton, Tristian Zamora;

 Marthaville – Dillon Hagan, Rennee Lirette, Daniel Rachal-Claspill, Ashleigh Wright;

 Maurice – Adele Vincent;

 McKinney, Texas – Jocelyn Scott;

 Melville – Alexis Barker;

 Mesquite, Texas – Jaylen Mumphrey;

 Metairie – Daneil DeVun, Cameron Duhe, Phyllis Leblanc;

 Midlothian, Ill. – Daniel Hlad;

 Minden – Hutton Leppert, Fisher McLemore, Adriana Spurlock;

 Mira – Taylor Andrews;

 Miramar, Fla. – Frank Boudreaux;

 Monroe – Kathryn Adams, Kiara Drumgo, Taylor Hogan, Carrissa Holmes, Brooke Howard, Aaron Hunt, Brittany Jackson, Sidney Jackson, Luke Matherne, Anna McKoin;

 Montegut – Nicole Cohen, Stephanie Cohen;

 Montgomery – Logan Lambert, Morgan McManus, Kaitlyn McShan, Brittany Plunkett, Stephanie Sanders, Bruce Schimmel;

 Montverde, Fla. – Andrea Rodriguez;

 Moreauville – Reginea Alexander;

 Morgan City – Sennet Wiggins;

 Mooringsport – Ariel Kendrick, Samantha Mattson;

 Moss Bluff – Bayleigh Smith;

 Mount Albert, Canada – Emily Sitarz;

 Mt. Hermon – Warren McFarlain;

 Nampa, Idaho – Isaiah Brittell;

 Natchez – Alexis Moses;

 Natchitoches – Jeremy Aaron, Daniella Angulo Martinez, Cass Arnold, Kayla Arnold, Luz Arrieta Jimenez, Maina Ibn Mohammed, Aaron Averett, Abbigal Barton, Samuel Bedgood, Lauren Bennett, Michaela Blackshear, Joshua Bolton, Keaton Booker, Taylor Burch , Heather Burrell, Nathan Cain, Manton Capers, Maria Carmona-Ruiz, Patricia Carrion Salinas, Jonathan Carruth, Emilio Castro, Thomas Celles, Valerie Chadick, Halley Chapa, Dominitra Charles, Brittony Cole, Jeremy Cox, Whitney Cromartie, Kara Davis, Sean Day, Myranda Degraw, Michael Deville, Lydia Doucet, Chasity Dupree, Fred Fontenot, Ashley Fortenberry, Clarisse Gaucel, Bradley Goins, Orlando Gonzalez, Spencer Goodwin, Lawden Halliburton, Tiara Hayes, Saul Hernandez, Joshua Hickman, Kaitlyn Hotz, Anna Hudson, Polina Ivanova, De’Ja Jenkins, Casi Killian, Michael Kingsley, Ashante Knox, Lyndon Knueppel, Haley LaCaze, Carlomongo Leon Jimenez, Dedrick Lewis, Tarah Lott, Taimata Luafalemana, Cody Luce, Meredith Machen, Terrian Marchand, Andrew McAlister, Caitlyn McCauslin, Joseph McClung, Paul Mealancon, Oni Melendez Carrillo, Jasmine Milsap, Amber Minor, Paul Monroy Galeyeva, William Montgomery, Maria Moreno Ponte, Ethan Mouton, Brooklyn Noe, Cameron Normand, Lindsey Prewitt, Korey Rachal, Katelynn Raggio, Darian Raymond, Candice Richardson, Ashley Rico, Antavious Roberson, Tyler Roberts, Aaron Rogers, William Rogers, Kayla Roquemore, Richard Sargee, Courtney Sarpy, Arsenije Savic, Jonathan Simmons, Alexisa Smith, Skyler Speer, Drake Taveney, Margaret Thompson, Austin Townsend, Kristan Valdez, Ricardo Ventura, Angelo Vergara Otero, Christopher Vienne, Garrett Vienne, Ashlyn Vitte, Kenikka Wafer, Jacob Ware, Kaylee Weakley, Matthew Weems, Leighann Westfall, Laurence Wynder, Rashi Yadav, ShaRhonda Zeno, Jasmine Howard, Kiara Murphy, Anna Taveney, Laura Guzman Rodriguez, Alyssa Odom, Rebecca Thomisee;

    New Iberia – Alexondria Gray, Grace Kerns, Natalie Ortega;

 New Llano – Undrea Beasley, Victoria Carbaugh, Nicole Castille, Amanda Hunt, Kaylea Lawrence, Jordan Sellers, Alyssa Turner, Collar Wilson;

 New Orleans – Rayna Brantley, Larionne Clark, Dominique Davis, Marquise Davis, Darlene Fairley, Brielle Mallet, Rishard Winford, Nicholas Landry,

 New Windsor – Mckaila Hughes;

 Nic – Emilija Dancetovic;

 Niceville – Lauren Reilly;

 Noble – Logan Sepulvado;

 Oberlin – Ann Long, Sonia Ortiz, Jonathon Villareal;

 Oil City – Chaddrick Thomas, Erin Weaver;

 Oklahoma City – Jasmine Juarez;

 Olla – Erica Netherland;

 Omro – Jason Kralovetz;

 Opelousas – Jasmine Donatto, Terry Faul, Ashley Kelly;

 Pacifica, Calif. – Nicholas Pierotti;

 Paris, Texas – Zachary Hevron, Cody Vorwerk, Rebekah Wiley;

 Pearl River – Megan Boyanton, Danielle Williams;

 Pelican – Bridgette Howard;

 Pereina Risapalda – Paola Mendez Ruiz;

 Pine Prairie – Dustin Clark;

 Pineville – Aimee Ashworth, Brenden Beavers, Landyn Brossett, Victoria Burns, Carrigen Cain, Payten Collins, Luke Conway, Sydney Duhon, Sarah Flue, Heather Fontenot, Cory Franklin, Lacey Funderburk, Hannah Gaspard, Deaunte Gay, Courtney George, Megan Hendricks, Caleb Howell, Kaitlyn Jackson, Jasmine Johnson, Alyssa Lloid, Allison McCloud, Marissa McMickens, Austin Nelson, Jessica Nichols, Taylor Parro, Michalene Perry, Cinnamon Player, Diane Richey, Loren Ryland, Destiny Zito, Taylor Campbell, Morgan Huddleston John Marino;

 Pitkin – Jessica Jones, Logan McClure, Amber Perkins, Samuel White;

 Plain Dealing – Dormesha Noble, Hunter Horton;

 Plaquemine – Kameron Landry;

 Pleasant Hill – Ja’Licia Franklin, Yasmine Maxie;

 Pollok, Texas – Katelyn Boles;

 Pontotoc, Miss. – Shelby Drope;

 Port Allen – Joseph Anderson, Corey Baskin;

 Prairieville – Carly Bourgeois, Grace Brumfield, Joanna Bunnell, Andrea Gathercole, Gracyn Migues, Brooke Tompkins, Payton Stafford;

 Princeton – Hannah Bradley, Camilla Jones, Madison Kennedy, Ariell Shield, Raynell Shield, LeKayla Smith, Elani Woods;

 Provencal – Carson Custis, Heather Davis;

 Raceland – Paige Parks;

 Rayville – Emily Rawls, Mary Rogers;

 Reno, Nev. – Olivia Marazzo;

 Rhinehart – Bethany Russell;

 Ringgold – Alora Bryant;

 River Ridge ­– Taylor Young;

 Robeline – Arin Ammons, Jonathan Chism, Joshia Dockens, Hannah Hennigan, Megan Maley, Megan Palmer, Madelyn Rachal, Bradley Sparish, Rebecca Sparish, Victoria Thompson;

 Rogers, Ark. – Mary Reed;

 Rosepine – Emilee Johnson;

 Rowlett, Texas – Daniel Miner;

 Ruston – Seth Hartsfield, Irene Hild, Maya Robertson, Emarea Scott;

 Saline – Cheyenne Roberts;

 San Pedro Sula, Cortes – Jonathan Andino Madrid, Cesia Corrales, Bella Triminio Gutierrez;

 Santa Rosa Beach, Fla. – Angel Migues;

 Saskatoon, Canada – Loren MacLennan;

 Shiatook, Okla. – Sadie Fudge;

 Shongaloo – Cassidy Lablue;

 Shreveport – Daytreiona Allen, Ashlee Arkansas, Yasmeen Bader, Shakendra Bailey, Denisha Bankhead, Jessica Bollingham, Alyssa Bonacci, Ethan Branch, Delores Brown, Meosha Brown, Rakeisha Brown, Caitlin Bruce, Michael Cade, Charlie Caldwell, Jessie Cardenas, Amanda Charles, Breonnica Collins, Kendall Crosby, Garrison Davis, ShaKendra Davis, John Davidson, Courtney Dehart, Kevin Denks, Miya Douglas, Kristina Doyal, Lauren Edwards, Takayla Edwards, Ellison Brandy, Amye Flair, Sean Flair, Zachary Fussell, Jade Gaines, Rayvin Gaudet, Cassidy Giddens, Courtney Giddens, Courtnei Green, Elaina Guerrero, Natalie Hirsch, Brea Housley, Madyson Istre, Randall Johnston, Cavonte Jones, Chardunae Jones, Nathan Jones, Colton Kennedy, Tradeya King, Alexis Kochinskey, Mallory LaLena, Katie Layfield, Bryan Lee, Ziming Li, Katherine Lind, Sarah Long, Chassidy McMillon, Christine Mettenbink, Najah Mitchell, Terrye Moore, Katlynn Morris, Joann Nelson, Hillary Nicholls, Emily Paxton, Haley Peace, Jared Perkins, Gertrud Rankin, Shelby Reddy, Patricia Reed, Harrison Reeves, Jiminia Rhymes, Kierstin Richter, Keyonna Roberson, Ashley Santos, Lyshaqwanna Shandle, Mary Sibley, Richard Sloan, Kendall Sneed, Chris Spence, Christa Sprawls, Cynthia Terrell, Hannah Wagener, Kayla Waller, Brandon Williams, Donald Williams, Shamolia Williams, Krashanta Barrett, Naterria Davis, Moriah Heinsius, Jesse Kortus, Breyonna Thompson, Kathryn Cunningham, Deanna Peveto, Yao Wang;

 Simmesport – Kimani Batiste, Olivia Draper, Bailie Marsh;

 Simpson – David Marquis, Mackenzie Strickland;

 Slidell – Katie Buttner, Katherine Gallinghouse, Theresa Sharp;

 Spring Dale, Ark. – Sabrina Bailey;

 Spring, Texas – Hailee Rhodes;

 Spring Lake, N.C. – Jeflyn Winstead;

 St. Francisville – Joshua Mann, Ryan Reed;

 St. Gabriel – Brooke Griffiths;

 St. James – Kaci Cavalier;

 St. Martinville – Autumn Blanchard, Blake Blanchard;

 St. Maurice – Breona Hollingsworth;

 Stone Mountain, Ga. – Ryland Francis;

 Stonewall – Jaci May;

 Sugartown – Madison Budnik;

 Sulphur – Lillian Broussard, Derek Henry, Bralyn James, Jennifer Watzlavik;

 Tallulah – Frances Ferguson;

 Taylor, Texas – Jake English;

 Terrytown – Katlynn Klein;

 Texarkana, Texas – Sydney Cowgill, Daphne Hammett;

 Tioga – Hannah Pusateri;

 Tomball, Texas – Kylie Spencer;

 Trout – Jessilyn Sandifer;

 Tyler, Texas – De’Shayln Jones;

 Vacherie ­– Chelsea Kliebert;

 Ventress – Racheal Gaude;

 Vidalia ­– Anna Cowan, Zoie Gillespie, Evandria King;

 Ville Platte – Hannah Gallow, Natalie Morrison, Regis Tezeno;

 Vinton – Shae Cramer, Madison Zaunbrecher;

 Violet – Briana Acosta;

 Vivian ­– Chase Lewis;

 Wahiawa, Hawaii – Taylor Camidge;

 Walker – Saxon Bumpus, David Kolb;

 Waskom, Texas – Jonas Richardson;

 Waynesville, Mo. – Jessica Rodger;

 Welsh – Alisha Ledoux;

 West Monroe – Madelyn Bryan, Laura Lovell;

 Westwego – Katie Desalvo;

 Wetmore, Colo. ­– Diane Norbury;

 White Castle – Gavin Landry;

 Whitesboro, Texas – Guy Butts;

 Winnfield – Melissa Godwin, Ili Habash, Ieishlia Lynch, Laci Parker, Kellie Smedley;

Winnsboro – Hunter Cooper;

 Woodway, Texas – Chrishard Buhl;

 Woodworth – Slade Allen, Laura Galbreath;

Yaroslavl, Russia – Polina Mutel;

 Youngsville – Randall Blair, Bridgett Landry, Matthew Leleux;

 Yukon, Okla. – Brook Wray;

 Zachary –  Keith Etue, Courtney Page, Caitlyn Thibodaux, Dshanti Walker

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Miranda Pharis preps new album, adds Stephen Mayer and Olivia Sullivan to Airport project

Proof that collaborative artistic relationships always sour and fracture: Miranda Pharis’s Airport project has pulled a reverse-Simply Red. Recruiting members Stephen Mayer in the visual sector and Olivia Sullivan as an additional musician and vocalist, Airport is now a corporation and promise a poppier output: “as poppy as we can do.” From Miranda Pharis: I started Airport alone but Olivia has been my partner the whole time and is on almost every release; bits of her voice, little melodies of her on piano, weird stuff like holding the mic on a Casio SK-1 up to me playing fiddle to record a sample. The song ‘The Shoe Girl’ is the first one completely written by both of us and on ‘The Miracle Of Trauma’ she is helping me write songs/melodies and pretty much all of the lyrics. We become one organism when we are playing together, just as I feel like I share thoughts on the visual sector with Stephen. He literally thinks of the same conceptual frameworks as I do while creating a work and just makes the images and video from our conjoined mind. It really is strange, we’re about to do our first video together. For now, Miranda Pharis remains a solo act with an upcoming release, tentatively titled The Miracle of Trauma, which will follow her still-pretty-dang recent album released Lilliputian (relive that phenomenon below). But now, there’s also hope that you and even your most slovenly of apartment-mates might one day make beautiful music together. http://j.mp/2q79prN

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Music Review: Miranda Pharis (f.k.a. Airport) - Lilliputian

Miranda Pharis (f.k.a. Airport) Lilliputian [Self-Released; 2017] Rating: 4/5 The self is always in fashion. If the Enlightenment is a lie, then so is the resultant individuation of everyday life; maybe fantasies and anxieties about individuality reproduce themselves, always deepened in significance by the appearance of complete novelty. As a thing obscured from view, a thing that visibly doesn’t want to be seen, the self is extremely avant-garde. “Everything that is turned into content is extruded from the self and ceases to be a part of it,” writes Rob Horning, so the “self would be only that which can’t otherwise be expressed.” Putting the self in writing means it has to be changed, broken, so that what is written is not really it. It has to dramatically change its position. “The most fucked thing about this is that I did it to myself ‘cause I’m stupid, I guess, but at least I know I’m not fucking dumb. I’m actually a really educated person with a fucking purpose. In fact, this is a really eye-opening experience that will make for some great writing material.” People make art for specific reasons. They need to buy food or pay rent or refill their prescriptions. They need to feel important, to be appreciated, to do something with their hands; maybe they are trying to quit smoking. Lilliputian is somewhere in between upbeat pop mantras and localized migraine throbs, narrated by a shrill and unforgiving line of thought. About 13 minutes in, there’s kind of a duet between a dainty Joanna Newsom harp and an epic Michael Bay kick, with a little bit of what sounds like washing guitar distortion. A lot of things at different parts of the album sound like scary bugs. Meaning “trivial or very small,” Lilliputian is a startling and not-exactly-trivial release of energy. It contains a loudly objectified record of something clearly already expelled firmly from the self, laid out like benign, shiny stuff. It doesn’t tell us anything about who Miranda Pharis is, anymore. “I hate people who say they’re Deadheads and they don’t even know the good Grateful Dead albums.” “There are no good Grateful Dead albums.” Wear your trauma like a necklace, or in the active posture, like Lululemon Athletica yoga pants. Rage, rot, rinse, rest, and repeat. Become the next best version of yourself. http://j.mp/2nMJnIQ