Pazz & Jop 2007 materials worlds?

Just now realized that there is no trace of one—-as such, though many wine-fine  candidates appear in this search of reviews from the long-gone Paper Thin Walls—-should clean up some of my writing, maybe, but please excuse any mess and go for info: https://papercomet.blogspot.com/search?q=2007

Also dig these, from my Voice stash:

Elana James: https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/a-dylan-co-conspirator-swings-out-of.html

It's Silver Monk Tyme! 

https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/silver-monk-time-tribute-to-monks.html

Isbell's first, still  one of his best evah:

https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/sirens-of-ditch.html

The Sandinista! Project: amazing tributary-extension:

https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/clash-stash-actually-cuts-crap.html

also : https://thefreelancementalists.blogspot.com/2008/02/don-allred-nashville-scene-country.html

Young Marble Giants' most complete works, up to that point anyway:

https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/young-marble-giants-colossal-youth-and.html

Pylon's Gyrate Plus (yes, I got origin of name wrong, according to Vanessa B.'s much-later interview, but only alluded to it, and  in ways that do suit their music)

https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-young-and-barnstorming.html

Os Mutantes live alb, celebrating '06 show, yum:

https://myvil.blogspot.com/2016/06/sweet-peaks.html

And, since I've taken it this far, some from so-far-unblogged Collegetown clips:

We Are The Fury 

Thursday @ the Basement

 Toledo's own We Are The Fury are glammed-out veterans of the Vans Warped Tour, and their current album, Venus, is one rocking jewel box. Frontman Jeremy Lublin is more uncut earnest than cocky, and he just has to speak his mind, whether it gets him into/kicked out of the boudoir or not. But the music adapts to his every mood, with a saxophone here, a piano there, and "Close Your Eyes" is a power ballad of rare flair.

Los Straitjackets 

Thursday @Little Brother's 

Mexican-wrestling-masked Los Straitjackets specialize in mad-to-mellow surfabilly instrumentals, but their new Rock En Espaňol, Volume One sports several vivacious guest vocalists on reborn  60s Spanish-language radio versions of contemporaneous Top 40 hits, dance pop all the way  Los Lobos' Cesar Rosas gets "Dizzy Miss Lizzy" into (and out of) the polka dots and sunspots of "El Microscopico Bikini";  Thee Midnighters' Little Willie G. lilts and tilts "Dame Una Sena"("Gimme Little Sign"); and "Calor" (AKA "Slow Down") is cool rocked by Big Sandy, special guest on Los Straitjackets' current tour.

Earl Greyhound 

Thursday @ the Ravari Room

  Earl Greyhound are x-ray vision scholars of the Beatles, the Jimi Hendrix Experience,  Mother's Finest, Led Zeppelin, Queen, and Prince's Black Album: they know how to combine humor and excitement, tunes and thunder. Also, on their current Soft Targets, they trust their power trio setup, without too many overdubs, and they don't squeeze their harmonies too much (helps that one of them is a girl). Earl Greyhound sound like grownups who still know how to ride bicycles down the back stairs (because sometimes you really gotta).

Matt Pond PA

Thursday @The Basement

 Singer-songwriter-bandleader Matt Pond is indeed from PA, with a knack for UK-associated, glum but fervent, rainy day rock-soul-pop, in the tradition of the Kinks and the Zombies, Pulp and the Cure. Pond's new album, Last Light, the first he's produced, is concise and varied, building moody momentum. Guests include Neko Case, Kelly Hogan, Bardo Pond's Isobelle Sollenberger, Beck/Elliot Smith henchman Rob Schnapf, and chamber rock arranger/multi-instrumentalist  Brian Pearl. Pond's basic combo is also tight and adaptable, but can they cut it live, without the reinforcements? We'll see.

Vains of Jenna

Friday @ Lifestyles Communities Pavilion

If he ever dies, Lizzy Devine's voice will have to be disposed of as carefully as your medications. His lemon yowl is like young Billy Corgan's, if the head Pumpkin had been caught by Swedish hair metal bandits Vains of Jenna, and taught to project like young Axl Rose. VOJ's Lift Up/Let Down thrives without too many 80s production excesses, or the jokiness of The Darkness, although they're funny. And warmed up by 45 summer shows with Poison. Let the Vains bleed on you, man!

Dalek

Thursday @ the Ravari Room

The cliché tag of "underground" rap is right for Dalek's pungent layers of sound, which earned them an album-length collaboration with prog pioneers Faust. On their first three albums, they pushed the layers up into towers of rubble, recycling old wars, civilizations,  and other lost causes   On 2007's "Abandoned Language, " they scrape away the noise, and direct an "Isolated Stare" up at hovering, glittering sounds, through a fractured glass ceiling of frustration. But they persist, rapping and playing over stoically-to-angrily swinging beats. They're reputedly a formidable live act too. 

For now, I'll spare you the 2007 features from that paper, but they incl. favorable mentions of Robert Wyatt's Comicopera ( re: one of its best tracks, also see Speculations, Notes on Three Songs of the Year (07)), Blue Cheer's What Doesn't Kill You…, The Magic Numbers' Those The Brokes (UK 2005, but The U.S. release, in July 2007, drops one song and adds two, including a hidden track),  Rufus Wainwright's Release The Stars, and Oakley Hall's (Wild Wylde Western)  I'll Follow You.