Some friends have been posting favorite albums of the half-year, and if I had to pick, I’d say Phoenix’s Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix is floating near the top for me (along with Mos Def’s The Ecstatic, Neko Case’s Middle Cyclone and Jason Lytle’s Yours Truly, The Commuter).

Phoenix stopped by to record a session for The Interface – sans drummer, though his importance to the band cannot be overstated … for example. Sorry, a canned drum beat sucks all the vital energy out of what makes this album great. And is it just me or does singer Thomas Mars always look a little out of it while he performs?

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