Albums of the year

My favourite albums released in 2008 are as follows:

1. Foals - Antidotes
2. Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles
3. Portishead - Third
4. Glasvegas - Glasvegas
5. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Dig!!! Lazarus!!! Dig!!!

6. Mogwai - The Hawk is Howling
7. dEUS - Vantage Point
8. Blood Red Shoes - Box of Secrets
9. REM - Accelerate
10. MGMT - Oracular Spectacular

11. The Faint - Fasciination
12. TV On The Radio - Dear Science
13. Fuck Buttons - Street Horrrsing
14. Elbow - The Seldom Seen Kid
15. Lykke Li - Youth Novels

16. Hercules and the Love Affair - Hercules and the Love Affair
17. Mystery Jets - 21
18. Ladytron - Velocifero
19. Miss Kittin - Batbox
20. The Cure - 4:13 Dream

21. Ratatat - LP3
22. Sigur Ros - Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Enderlast
23. Neon Neon - Stainless Style
24. Spiritulized - Songs in A&E
25. Kings of Leon - Only By the Night

Lest we forget:

2007
1. Calvin Harris - I Created Disco
2. Justice - Cross
3. Grinderman - Grinderman

2006
1. Yeah Yeah Yeah's - Show Your Bones
2. The Long Blondes - Someone To Drive You Home
3. TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain

2005
1. LCD Soundsystem - LCD Soundsystem
2. The Rakes - Capture/Release
3. Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock & Roll

2004
1. !!! – Louden Up Now
2. Ikara Colt – Modern Apprentice
3. The Faint – Wet From Birth

2003
1. Yeah Yeah Yeah's - Fever to Tell
2. The Rapture - Echoes
3. Carina Round - The Disconnection

Gigs of the year

1. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds/Red Sparrowes @ 4th and B, San Diego
2. Crystal Castles @ Hoxton Square Bar, London
3. !!! @ The Independent, San Francisco
4. Morrissey @ Roundhouse, London
5. TV on The Radio @ Street Scene Festival, San Diego

Edit:
And how could I forget -

0. Justice @ Street Scene Festival, San Diego

The 2008 Bus Route of the Year award will be witheld due to voting irregularities.

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