At this point in the calendar, I usually start to compile lists of my five favourite albums, tracks, and gigs from the year that is drawing to a close, to be shared and compared with a few equally tragic friends. It is a fairly pointless exercise, but does provide a source of debate, controversy, incredulity and, often, bemused questioning of each other’s tastes.
In this annus horribilis, however, I can barely muster a top two in any of the aforementioned classes. Nick Cave, a regular on these lists given his prodigious output, has done his best to help by recording a live album, Idiot Prayer, which might justifiably qualify for two of the three categories.
In theory, lockdown afforded me more time than ever to listen to new music and yet, for some reason, I simply haven’t grasped that opportunity, retreating instead to the comforting tones of old favourites and rediscovered blasts from the past. Other listening habits have been similarly affected, with my hitherto commuting companion Radio 4 reduced to little more than a passing acquaintance during lockdown.
With critics now starting to publish their own lists of the best new albums of 2020, I will make an eleventh-hour effort to cover some new musical ground before the year is out, at least of the recorded variety. I only hope that next December I will once again require the fingers of two hands to count my favourite gigs of 2021, rather than just one sorry thumb.