Music is what I put on to get something else done, and then it refuses to let me. A record that is actually doing something keeps reaching over and tapping me on the shoulder until I give up and listen to it properly. That is usually the moment I know I am going to write about it.
So this is where it goes. Everything I write about in a year collects here, scored out of 100, because a number forces a decision that a paragraph lets you dodge. What is not here yet is a backlog, not a verdict. The season stays open.