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Albums of 2009

It strikes me that magazines and websites announcing their best albums of the year is occuring earlier and earlier as they seek to outdo each other. A bit like shops bringing out their Christmas stuff in September.

With that in mind, fashionably late, here are my favourite albums from 2009.

1. Manic Street Preachers - Journal For Plague Lovers
2. The Horrors - Primary Colours
3. Crystal Stilts - Alright Of Night
4. Future Of The Left - Travels With Myself And Another
5. Peaches - I Feel Cream

6. The XX - The XX
7. 80Kidz - This Is My Shit
8. Carina Round - Things You Should Know EP
9. The Yeah Yeah Yeah's - It's Blitz
10. Miss Kittin - Two

11. White Lies - To Lose My Life
12. Wooden Shjips - Dos
13. La Roux - La Roux
14. The Big Pink - A Brief History Of Love
15. Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport

16. The Antlers - Hospice
17. Julian Plenti - Is... Skyscraper
18. Grammatics - Grammatics
19. Flight Of The Conchords - I Told You I was Freaky
20. PJ Harvey & John Parish - A Man A Woman Walked By

21. Passion Pit - Manners
22. Biffy Clyro - Only Revolutions
23. Clues - Clues
24. Calvin Harris - Ready For The Weekend
25. Telepathe - Dance Mother

Lest we forget

2008
1. Foals - Antidotes
2. Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles
3. Portishead - Third

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

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