MISSED CONNECTIONS 8: Enjoying Music During The American Century Of Humiliation – Part Two

I didn’t explain the subtitle of this year’s MISSED CONNECTIONS in Part One and while it’s kind of a ‘if you know, you know’ kind of thing, I’ll indulge. I think this year is the worst I’ve seen as far as politically, socially, anti-intellectually in America – AI is fooling us at unprecedented rates, people are being kidnapped by the state at massively increased levels, millions lose food access on a whim. What the fuck is going on? This shit’s not going to get better any time soon, a sentiment many agree with and therefore spawned a bit of a meme based on the real Chinese century of humiliation that lasted from 1839 to 1945 where everything was bad all the time. Personally I believe we’ve been in our own century of humiliation since the 1980s which means… another 50-ish years to go? Fuck me.

ANYWAY, one reason why music is so wonderful is its ability to pull us from that doom temporarily and give something to help color in space between the sadness. Part Two distracts you with chaotically downtrodden experimental jazz rock (or rock jazz?), hard-bodied hip-hop from the Griselda school of thought, and resplendent shoegaze to sift through our moods to.

Rappers and producers seeing eye to eye almost always lead to good things. I’m sure there’s some Z class Youtube larp-rappers & producers lining the digital streets with hot garbage, but this isn’t what we have here.

Knowledge the Pirate has been around for a minute. One of the representatives of the neo boom-bap era dominating the East Coast with Griselda, Black Soprano Family, and the godfather himself Roc Marciano providing bassless beat after bassless beat over raps that carry a brevity of higher tier rap supremacy from the mecca itself.  East Coast rappers have always preserved the essence of hip hop in a protective amber that movements, and eras don’t erase, but work around, The Round Table is no exception.

“Eating Etiquette” is a python of a track. Roc’s penchant for finessing the production with the oft bassless slithering string plucking sample gives Knowledge enough to flex his street-weary wisdom, reflections, and examples of bringing up a community to provide, bringing everyone he can to the round table. The eeriness on that track that feels like alleyway shadow confessions carries on with “Golden Rules”. As if setting the bar with “Eating Etiquette” wasn’t difficult enough, following it up with an alternative comparable energy illuminates how well these two work together. There’s probably not enough mention of Roc Marciano being arguably the best rapper/producer alive, having reignited a boom-bap renaissance that has elevated the New York underground providing some of the best moments in rap for the better part of a decade.

Knowledge’s ease to drop entendre and stories of bad guy hip hop golden era mythology lends his gifts of being both grandiose, but believable. “Takes a Ten” is a good example of how his bars bounces off the funky production Roc has laid down with a nowadays rare smoothness hearkening back to the 70s NY pimp era drenched in gold and fur to the max. For the most part, Knowledge’s attempts to switch up the easy flow as well, in smaller ways on that track, but more so on “Addicted to Danger” that brings a somber reflection that gives a weariness that still presents a sense of strength. It’s an interesting track that is approached in a unique way on one of the more delicate productions of the bunch.

Arguably the best track on The Round Table, is when Pirate and Roc join up on “The Outfit”. Their calm delivery comes off like blades reflecting in the light. Inside jokes, communal acknowledgment, and just flat out fucking cool punchlines that are expected out of both of these pros don’t disappoint. It’s a track that carries a unique energy you can’t find much anywhere else. The bluesy, sparse beat keeps everything separate, never rising above a sinister chill. Everything takes its time, and doesn’t really worry about it.

A lot of talk is going around about how hip hop is over. The cultural shifts of attention are starting to recognize when the jig is up, and too many industry influences have molded it into something that’s absolutely predictable, but if you look further out into the isolated scenes that have flourished within their own ecosystem, you begin to understand that hip hop is alive and well, moving on without concern of the mainstream focus. The two scenes that come to mind in particular are Houston and New York. Knowledge the Pirate is proof of a bonafide mythological story teller providing street hustle stories that vividly express his message that’s hard to replicate. That being said, there’s literally a dozen of New York rappers that Knowledge associates with, like Roc Marciano that reflect the exact same finesse in their own way. So Knowledge bringing an album that stands out in the bunch of that scene in particular, should only be respected as one of the top class’s top of class.

Knowledge’s uniqueness stays front and center with that mix of calculated experimentation, and a particular capability to illuminate the minimalist beats effectively selling it over and over again. If The Round Table is anything, it’s proof hip hop is alive and well. Knowledge the Pirate should easily be in the AOTY running if we’re being honest. This album is an easy classic.

April was a crazy good month for releases in 2025. I was busy reviewing three other albums that made our THE NOISE OF column and exploring a handful of others from that list, not to mention whatever else was on my radar at that time. So, regrettably, I was not able to give words to Luster by Maria Somerville, and I have planned to make up for that mistake since. This album grew on me, though I enjoyed it immediately, and remains among my favorite and most listened to albums of 2025.

Luster begins with twinkles of guitar and field recordings of birds, and in those first few seconds, one can find a microcosm of the feel of Maria Somerville’s eloquent balance of sounds that feel rooted in the natural world with otherworldly dream pop. “Projections” carries the listener through slow acoustic strums and a low, clear bass line that gives weight to much of Luster, as echoes and reverb fill in the gaps applied to Somerville’s voice and electric guitars. The way these elements are layered bleeds into “Garden” fully embracing a sound that is reminiscent of The Cure’s masterpiece album, Disintegration.

Her vocal melodies are sweet and plaintive in turn, further echoing The Cure, but without Robert Smith’s yawp. “Corrib” feels more like a traditional Irish ballad, gently poetic and reflective. In fact, Luster, recorded in Somerville’s hometown of Connemara in County Galway, Ireland, feels romantically connected to the land and spirit of Ireland. No, there are no tin whistles or the like. This is still very shoegaze/dream pop, but the haunting echoes of emerald green, gray fogs, and blue ocean flow through each track, the way This Mortal Coil managed to make sounds simultaneously gorgeous and eerie.

This makes even more sense when you learn that Luster was released on 4AD, the label that forged This Mortal Coil as well as hosting foundational and contemporary alternative, indie, goth, and dream pop acts like Bauhaus, Dead Can Dance, Cocteau Twins, Camera Obscura, Lush, and Erika de Casier. Listen to the ambient music and vocal weirdness of “Flutter”, and try to imagine it on any other label.

This merger of goth-tinged dream-pop and Somerville’s connection to Galway are addictive. The music and songs themselves have lingered and begged for repeat playthroughs of Luster for most of the year, but recently they have taken a new perspective for me. I recently watched John Huston’s film adaptation of James Joyce’s classic short fiction, The Dead. Anjelica Huston, playing Gretta Conroy, gives a stunning performance as she hears a song through the walls while preparing to leave the party that occupies most of the story. The song reminds her of a lost love in her home, also in Galway. Without spoilers, this incident leads us to the main conflict and eventual, breathtaking end of the story, but one could imagine Somerville’s music being that kind of catalyst, at once dense and hushed as if heard through walls, but ever tugging on heartstrings of faded memories and tender longings.

Perhaps this is why Luster has stuck with me for most of the year. The thick walls of beautiful vocals and expertly mixed instruments feel more like dream logic than songs sometimes. Luster’s closing track “October Moon” is a standout example of this. All too often dream pop settles into the same kind of background mediocrity that makes any genre sound self-similar, either echoing Jullee Cruise a little too closely or relying on shoegaze guitars to betray the vocals, but Maria Somerville has truly created a tapestry of sounds that reward each listen with new, sublime details. Luster is an experience to behold.