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gotatext · 5 years

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claws my way out of the dirt like the goblin i am ..... hello thots, its nora, once again bringing you a revamped version of a muse i played yonks ago n some of u may have even written against... here is her pinterest.....

this is margaret greta, she’s a whole can of trauma spaghetti plastered over with a toothy grin and a lot of dad jokes. the only reason she’s in gifford really is bcos shes been put there as part of a witness protection program cos lots of police r monitoring livingstone so its deemed relatively safe.... haha... anyway she changes major all the time. she started off doing fine art but since then she’s done modules in architecture, film, bio-chemistry and is now dabbling in medicine.

CIS-FEMALE — ever hear people say GRETA O’DRISCOLL looks a lot like DIANA SILVERS? I think SHE is about 21, so it doesn’t really work. The MEDICINE major is a SOPHOMORE that is from DEADWOOD, SOUTH DAKOTA. They can be +CHARMING, but they can also be -EVASIVE. I think GEE might be SHEEP. They are living in YATES. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her )

this bitch is the most restless creature u ever seen. before she came to livingstone, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

goes through phases of being intensely feminist and tweeting “men are trash i don’t need them” before flipping into being lonely and needy n wanting male attention again. tends to gravitate towards men who are just pieces of shit tbh like her friends are always like hun.... pick a nice boy..... but no.... she’ll go for the boxer with several arrest records for gbh or the small-town drug dealer just trying to hook her onto pills for a little extra cash, or the reformed sinner who thinks he’s being protective by reading all her texts and always knowing where she is..... n she always finds a way to spin it so that they Just Care About Her and aren’t a p.o.s

left school at 18 n didn’t go to uni, moved in w her boyfriend of the time instead, but soon got bored, n then went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was playing bass for a country n blues band. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea... pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming..... also this happened in 2017, he was mixed race and greta is white so naturally the police totally took her side. she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch

pretty easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be enthralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her

is That Girl who always knows where the parties are, and is always there, on the sofa, talking about institutionalised racism and trying to coerce you into a game of beer pong that she’ll definitely win. doesn’t really have one solid group of friends, just kind of on good terms with everyone and social butterflies about

has changed her major so many times. decision? who is she. currently studying medicine, but doesn’t rlly enjoy it. she’s very unmotivated and lazy and probably wouldn’t ahve bothered going to uni if she hadn’t been placed in one by a witness protection program. will probably change on to history or gender studies soon n just make up the extra credits by volunteering

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps. i hate her

plays bass guitar, has a teal green fender and it is her BABY. it’s covered in stickers about saving the planet and ending fracking and going vegan. she’s in an all-female punk band w agnes (n mayb jade i think) n they play gigs every now n then in grotty club basements full of druggy sweaty college kids

PERSONALITY: easy-going, sociable, observant, blunt, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent, unmotivated, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring. ESTP and a leo

LIKES: art, music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy, cowboy chic culture, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, karaoke, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, zip-lining, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, boiler house DJ sets, magnolias, decorative lamps, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

DISLIKES: bananas, coffee, Woody Allen, mental mathematics, children, Trump, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, Wes Anderson films, spoken word poetry, the general mentality of cheerleading squads (despite being on one)

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots: since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships, and girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight, and I want like, fellow medicine students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night?? she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry. ppl she did a few modules with before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with, like she did a few art modules, a bit of film, n some architecture before switching to medicine, though she’ll probs switch course again soon. ppl who she runs track with. someone she’s trying to make a zine with. here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#livingintro #this is such a long boi....... waht the fuck.... u dont need to read the bio the summary notes are long enough fuking hell

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joeyberry-blog1 · 6 years

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ LEA MICHELE ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ JOEY BERRY ]. Damn, [ SHE ] looks good for [ 21 ], good thing that they’re [ SEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ DUMPSTER FIRE ] of the [ SOUTH SIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ *ABBRASIVE* ] and [ *COMBATIVE* ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ *LOYAL* ] and [ *PROTECTIVE* ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ ADMIN M / OLD AF / PST ] will bring.

01. BASICS

Full Name: Josephine Angela-Lans Berry

Nickname: Joey

Sex/Gender: Cis female

Birthday: December 18

Age: 21

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Occupation: Full-time hustler, Bartender at the Hoe Zone strip club and a carjacker

Spoken Languages: English

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Birthplace: New York City, New York

Relationship status: Single as a Pringle

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Dark brown messy beach waves with bangs

Eye Color: Brown

Face Claim: Lea Michele

Height: 5′0

Weight: 110lbs

Tattoos: Serpent tattoo on her forearm, old doodle tattoos that mean nothing and she regrets getting because they were done with a homemade gun.

Piercings: None anymore

Unique Attributes: Didn’t choose the thug life, the thug life chose her.

Defining Gestures/Movements: Talks a lot with her hands

Posture: once upon a time when she did ballet it was as straight as a ruler, not she probably has the posture of an 80-year-old woman.

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: every fucking thing. literally everything. Can’t stand the way people talk and the way they walk. Hates waiting in lines for shit and making small talk with people who just need to keep their mouths shut.

Hobbies/Interests: fucking bitches and getting money. also, the normal shit like eating and netflix.

Special Skills/Abilities: Being three ounces of whoop ass. got some sick stripper moves too from watching and fucking around at work.

Likes: drinking, sex, masturbation, food, especially hamburgers

Dislikes: Vegans. Vegetables. Tea. Musicals. Ballet anyone who likes ballet is a masochist and should love themselves more.

Insecurities: Had a thing about her nose for a while but got over that real quick cause fuck the haters.

Quirks/Eccentricities: In case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in. And I don't want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That's weird.

Strengths: Hustling. Knows how to turn a doller into one hundred

Weaknesses: Dairy. She’s lactose intolerant but it won’t stop her from being petting and chowing down on some queso in front of her vegan sister.

Speaking Style: garbage mouth.

Temperament: garbage attitude

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Hiram Berry (father) LeRoy Berry (father) Rachel Berry (twin sister) Shelby Corcoran (biological mother)

How do they feel about their family? Probably not great.

How does their family feel about them? Bio mom is a cunt. Twin sister is annoying. Dads are ehh...

Pets: A snake and a bearded dragon

Where do they live? Nowhere now because some fucking moron burned down her trailer.

Description of their home: A pile of ashes.

Description of their bedroom: Used to be lit before it literally got lit.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious?

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts?

Compliments or Insults?

Pajamas or Lingerie? Naked or gtfo

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Dark red & black

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Trashy shit. Anything with holes and character

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music:

Favorite Movies: The Saw movies

Favorite Books: None

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Red vines, gummy bears, hamburgers, cherry Pepsi, weed, and Jose Cuervo

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: What?

Favorite Time of Day: Masturbation time

Favorite Weather/Season: fuck winter and any day that’s cold

Favorite Animal: Theo

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: Apparently afraid of fire now thanks to the cock stain that burned the trailer park down.

Political Views: None

Addictions: All of them

Best School Subject: None

Worst School Subject: All of them

School Clubs/Sports: Hell no

How does he get money? Boosting cars and scrapping them for parts working at a strip club

How is he with technology? Decent

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: TBA

Deepest, Darkest Secret: TBA

Dream Vacation: TBA

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: TBA

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: TBA

What do they want to be when they grow up? TBA

Perfect Date: TBA

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littlemusicreviews · 8 years

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50 Best Albums of 2016

50. Esperanza Spalding – Emily’s D+Evolution [jazz fusion / best tracks: “Rest In Pleasure”, “I Want It Now”, “Unconditional Love”]

49. Injury Reserve – Floss [hip-hop / best tracks: “What’s Goodie (feat. Cakes Da Killa)”, “Oh Shit!!!”, “All This Money”]

48. Kaytranada – 99.9% [electronic / best tracks: “You’re The One (feat. Syd)”, “Glowed Up (feat. Anderson .Paak)”, “Drive Me Crazy”]

47. Jefre Cantu-Ledesma – In Summer [experimental / best tracks: “Blue Nudes (I-IV), “Love’s Refrain”, “Little Dear Isle”]

46. AlunaGeorge – I Remember [electronic / best tracks: “Mean What I Mean (feat. Leikeli47 & Dreezy)”, “Wanderlust”, “Hold Your Head High”]

45. White Lung – Paradise [punk rock / best tracks: “Dead Weight”, “Below”, “Paradise”]

44. Skepta – Konnichiwa [grime / best tracks: “Shutdown”, “Ladies Hit Squad (feat. D Double E & A$AP Nast)”, “That’s Not Me (feat. Jme)”]

43. Glass Animals – How To Be A Human Being [electronic / best tracks: “Season 2 Episode 3”, “Life Itself”, “Pork Soda”]

42. Daughter – Not To Disappear [art rock / best tracks: “How”, “Alone / With You”, “No Care”]

41. Kendrick Lamar – untitled unmastered. [hip-hop / best tracks: “untitled 06 l 06.30.2014.”, “untitled 02 l 06.23.2014.”, “untitled 07 l 2014 – 2016”]

40. Jamila Woods – Heavn [R&B / best tracks: “Blk Grl Soldier”, “Lonely Lonely (feat. Lorine Chia)”, “Way Up”]

39. Porches – Pool [synthpop / best tracks: “Car”, “Underwater”, “Hour”]

38. Jessy Lanza – Oh No [electronic / best tracks: “It Means I Love You”, “Never Enough”, “Oh No”]

37. Britney Spears – Glory [pop / best tracks: “Man On The Moon”, “Do You Wanna Come Over?”, “Invitation”]

36. Preoccupations – Preoccupations [post-punk / best tracks: “Fever”, “Anxiety”, “Stimulation”]

35. Camp Cope – Camp Cope [indie rock / best tracks: “Done”, “Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steel Beams”, “Trepidation”]

34. Devon Welsh – Down The Mountain [indie pop / best tracks: “I Will Love You Forever”, “Down The Mountain”, “The Movies”]

33. Animal Collective – Painting With [psychedelic pop / best tracks: “FloriDada”, “Golden Gal”, “Vertical”]

32. Frankie Cosmos – Next Thing [indie pop / best tracks: “Sappho”, “Sinister”, “If I Had A Dog”]

31. Leon Vynehall – Rojus (Designed To Dance) [deep house / best tracks: “Blush”, “Beau Sovereign”, “Wahness”]

30. Ariana Grande – Dangerous Woman [R&B / best tracks: “Into You”, “Bad Decisions”, “Dangerous Woman”]

29. Tim Hecker – Love Streams [ambient / best tracks: “Music Of The Air”, “Black Phase”, “Live Leak Instrumental”]

28. Jenny Hval – Blood Bitch [art pop / best tracks: “Conceptual Romance”, “Female Vampire”, “Lorna”]

27. Weezer – The White Album [alternative rock / best tracks: “King Of The World”, “Do You Wanna Get High?”, “Summer Elaine And Drunk Dori”]

26. Japanese Breakfast – Psychopomp [indie rock / best tracks: “Everybody Wants To Love You”, “Rugged Country”, “In Heaven”]

25. The Avalanches – Wildflower [plunderphonics / best tracks: “Because I’m Me”, “Colours”, “If I Was A Folkstar”]

24. Huerco S. – For Those Of You Who Have Never (And Also Those Who Have) [ambient / best tracks: “On The Embankment”, “The Sacred Dance”, “Marked For Life”]

23. Tinashe – Nightride [alternative R&B / best tracks: “Touch Pass”, “Ride Of Your Life”, “C’est La Vie”]

22. Young Thug – JEFFERY [hip-hop / best tracks: “RiRi”, “Wyclef Jean”, “Harambe”]

21. Rihanna – Anti [R&B / best tracks: “Needed Me”, “Higher”, “Consideration (feat. SZA)”]

20. The Jezabels – Synthia [art rock / best tracks: “Pleasure Drive”, “Stand And Deliver”, “Smile”]

19. A Tribe Called Quest – We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service [hip-hop / best tracks: “We The People…”, “Dis Generation”, “Enough!!”]

18. Crystal Castles – Amnesty (I) [electronic / best tracks: “Kept”, “Concrete”, “Ornament”]

17. Weyes Blood – Front Row Seat To Earth [indie folk / best tracks: “Used To Be”, “Generation Why”, “Diary”]

16. The Range – Potential [electronic / best tracks: “Florida”, “Falling Out Of Phase”, “Superimpose”]

15. Kornél Kovács – The Bells [deep house / best tracks: “The Bells”, “Pop”, “Dollar Club”]

14. Julianna Barwick – Will [ambient / best tracks: ”See Know”, “St. Apolonia”, “Nebula”]

13. Pinkshinyultrablast – Grandfeathered [shoegaze / best tracks: “Glow Vastly”, “The Cherry Pit”, “Initial”]

12. Radiohead – A Moon Shaped Pool [art rock / best tracks: “Burn The Witch”, “Tinker Tailer Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief”, “True Love Waits”]

11. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Skeleton Tree [alternative rock / best tracks: “Rings Of Saturn”, “I Need You”, “Distant Sky”]

10. James Blake – The Colour In Anything [alternative R&B / best tracks: “I Need A Forest Fire (feat. Bon Iver)”, “Modern Soul”, “Radio Silence”]

9. Kero Kero Bonito – Bonito Generation [pop / best tracks: “Picture This”, “Heard A Song”, “Waking Up”]

8. Mutual Benefit – Skip A Sinking Stone [indie folk / best tracks: “Not For Nothing”, “The Hereafter”, “Slow March”]

7. Danny Brown – Atrocity Exhibition [hip-hop / best tracks: “Ain’t It Funny”, “Dance In The Water”, “Golddust”]

6. Angel Olsen – My Woman [indie rock / best tracks: “Intern”, “Not Gonna Kill You”, “Shut Up Kiss Me”]

5. Solange – A Seat At The Table [R&B / best tracks: “Cranes In The Sky”, “Don’t Touch My Hair (feat. Sampha)”, “Borderline (An Ode To Self Care) (feat. Q-Tip)”]

4. Mitski – Puberty 2 [indie rock / best tracks: “Your Best American Girl”, “Fireworks”, “Happy”]

3. ANOHNI – Hopelessness [art pop / best tracks: “Drone Bomb Me”, “Why Did You Separate Me From The Earth?”, “Marrow”]

2. Regina Spektor – Remember Us To Life [alternative pop / best tracks: “The Light”, “The Trapper And The Furrier”, “Older And Taller”]

1. Deakin – Sleep Cycle [indie folk / best tracks: “Golden Chords”, “Just Am”, “Good House”]

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