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Casey Phillips

1. JUSTIN TOWNES EARLE. "The Good Life." Bloodshot.

At a mere 30 minutes, it's a brisk journey, but in "The Good Life," Earle (son of Steve Earle) sings his way from Carter Fold to Muscle Shoals in this bare-bones, analog production exploring a range of Southern musical styles. Top honors go to "Lone Pine Hill," which tells the story of a Civil War soldier lamenting how the war has confused his life and destroyed home. Seeing Earle live this spring was an amazing experience, and his sweaty-brow-and-hunched-shoulder vocal style seems to indicate that Music Row's salvation isn't out of reach just yet.

2. VAN MORRISON. "Keep It Simple." Lost Highway.

This compilation contains all-original material -- Morrison's first in years -- and the result is 11 songs of breathtakingly soulful sound and abyssal lyrical depth. Van the Man's return to form. I can almost forgive him for his ill-considered collaboration with The Chieftains on "Heartbeat" 20 years ago.

3. CARRIE RODRIGUEZ. "She Ain't Me." Manhattan.

Rodriguez has released a slew of tightly written songs combining heartfelt tales of love and loss with the politically charged subject matter rampant among her Austin, Texas, songwriting compadres like James McMurtry and Billy Harvey. Alison Krauss fans will find a lot to like in Rodriguez's stylish-if-not-flashy fiddling and vocals that cause your neck hairs to stand up and salute. Beautiful stuff.

4. KAKI KING. "Dreaming of Revenge." Velour.

"Dreaming" demands attention from the opening slap of finger on wood until the last chord dissipates. King's breathy vocals aren't mindblowing, but it's her instrumental work that really pulls you in (she was on Rolling Stone's list of Guitar Gods for a reason). Her innovative style makes six strings sound unlike anything you've heard before, and it was enough to hook me after her appearance on NPR's "Weekend Edition" earlier this year.

5. THE BLACK DIAMOND HEAVIES. "A Touch of Someone Else's Class." Alive.

This local soul/punk duo is one of the most explosively energetic acts out there, Chattanooga or otherwise. Their second album, was mastered by Black Keys vocalist/guitarist Dan Auerbach, and his blown-speaker approach perfectly compliments BDH's signature howlin', poundin' and growlin' aural assault. This is world-class music right in our backyards, folks. If $15 for a CD is too hard on your wallet, spring the $7 to $10 to see them live in the coming months.

Honorable mentions: The Spring Standards, "No One Will Know" (Independent); Coral Castles, "the corpse & the cake" (Independent); My Morning Jacket, "Evil Urges" (ATO/Red).

sean Phipps

1. DEERHUNTER. "Microcastle." Kranky.

In a year that some say was lacking in quality new music, Atlanta's Deerhunter managed to create one of the more interesting albums of 2008 with "Microcastle." Deerhunter's front man, Bradford Cox, weaves impossible catchy hooks with dreamy noise rock. The opening five songs on the album are the best 15 minutes of music I've heard all year. But wait, there's more: The standout track is a five-minute-long rocker called "Nothing Ever Happened," in which so much does. This is a great album. My favorite of the year.

2. HERMAN DÜNE. "Next Year in Zion." Source Etc.

I'm a sucker for good folk-pop, and Herman Düne's "Next Year in Zion" is just that. This French duo focuses on melody and lyrics about the ooey-gooey "I'm so in love" sentiment that would typically ruin an album for me. Somehow, though, Herman Düne makes it work, French accents and all. It's hard not to wear a grin when you hear tunes like "My Baby Is Afraid of Sharks" and "Baby, Baby You're My Baby." This album is an antidepressant for the depressing world we live in. Kudos, Herman Düne.

3. HARVEY MILK. "Life … the best game in town." Hydra Head.

A friend introduced me to this Athens, Ga.-based metal band earlier this year. Keeping in mind that I'm not a huge fan of heavy metal (or sludge/doom in this case), I approached with cautious apprehension. In short: This album blew me away. Creston Spiers, lead vocalist and guitarist, possesses an achingly strained and weathered voice that will, at the same time, crush your ears and heart. "Death Goes to the Winner" and "Goodbye Blues" are a couple of standout tracks that deliver like an unexpected gut punch. Harvey Milk has opened my mind to what metal can be. "Life" is a difficult but rewarding listen and one of the best albums of the year.

4. LAMBCHOP. "Oh (Ohio)." Merge.

Nashville's Lambchop once again shows us more often than not the "less is more" approach can work. "Oh (Ohio)" is an album of vignettes, with each song telling a different story. Kurt Wagner's voice is an acquired taste, much like Tom Waits'. You kind of either love him or hate him. The music is the vehicle for Wagner's incredible lyrics: "I'm not so well acquainted with the topography of your mind. I need a detailed description, a representation of some kind." I love lyrics like that. And I love this album.

5. KATHLEEN EDWARDS. "Asking for Flowers." Rounder.

Maybe it's because I have an almost unhealthy crush on her, but Kathleen Edwards' 2008 release, "Asking for Flowers," was constantly in my CD player. Sure, some of the songs border on the corny, like "The Cheapest Key" for example, but the majority of the album is filled with memorable hooks. Plus, she name-drops hockey goon "Marty McSorley." How cool is that? I can recommend this album to fans of anything alt-country. I'm warning you though, guys, she'll steal your heart.

Honorable mentions: Portishead, "Third" (Mercury); Silver Jews, "Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea" (Drag City); Dungen, "4" (Kemado).

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1. FLEET FOXES. "Fleet Foxes." Sub Pop.

As the economy continues to falter, it might be a commentary on the American mind-set that the freshest-sounding music of the year sounds like it could have been made centuries ago, when terms like credit swap and subprime loan weren't even in the lexicon. But economics and psychology aside, Fleet Foxes, a Seattle band whose maturity belies its members' young age, simply made the most beautifully harmonious, understated album in recent memory.

2. TV ON THE RADIO. "Dear Science." DGC/Interscope.

If Fleet Foxes represented an escape from the world's troubles, Brooklyn rockers TV on the Radio did the opposite, rubbing listeners' faces in the dirty, unsettling realities of the present. Driving guitars and fat synthesizers underscore lyrics about complacent consumers who'd rather dance than listen. It's a musical riddle; you're compelled to dance as you're simultaneously chided for wanting to, making the experience exhausting, yet exhilarating.

3. THE COOL KIDS "The Bake Sale." Chocolate Industries.

Several years of middling-to-bad output have hobbled hip-hop and almost killed it, but this year it began its miraculous revival, and much of that resuscitation can be attributed to Mike Rocks and Chuck Inglish, the two Chicago emcees who call themselves The Cool Kids. How'd they do it? They brought back the raucous fun of rap's earlier days, specifically 1988, the year Mikey Rocks turned 1 year old.

4. GIRL TALK. "Feed the Animals." Illegal Art.

If writing a song is like painting, then what Pittsburgh DJ Greg Gillis does (under his stage name Girl Talk) is more like making collages from pictures cut out of magazines: He takes a sample here from one song, a sample there from another and smashes them together into 30-second snippets. Then he moves on to something else. In less capable hands, that would be an intolerable mess. When Gillis does it, it's nonstop fun.

5. WOLF PARADE. "At Mount Zoomer." Sub Pop.

It's rare enough for a sophomore record to live up to its predecessor, but only truly special second albums, like Wolf Parade's "At Mount Zoomer," surpass a band's debut in every way. Where the Montreal indie rockers' first effort, "Apologies to Queen Mary," seemed to almost be a collection of homages to specific influences, "Mount Zoomer" is the complex work of fully formed musicians who have synthesized their influences into a sound all their own.

Honorable mentions: Deerhunter, "Microcastle" (Kranky); Gnarls Barkley, "The Odd Couple" (Downtown); Beck, "Modern Guilt" (Interscope).