I spent most of this year at my parentsâ house in my childhood bedroom, and I think Iâd be lying if I said that didnât greatly impact my list for 2020. This is likely why my list ended up breaking into two categories: acoustic melodies I took comfort in when I was really going through it, and absolute anthems that I blasted during solo dance parties at 2 am.Â
2020âs albums were both a much-needed outlet of expression and a serious spark of joy through every missed concert and cancelled DJ set. I found so much comfort in and appreciation for every artist who willingly poured their hearts out – be it a guitar or an 808 – so that the rest of us had something to look forward to. Â
Also, this is likely the first and last time Iâll ever get to talk about Taylor Swift on Acid Stag – and that is a moment Iâll happily cherish.Â
Hereâs to hoping I can get back to doing live US show reviews in 2021!
The emoji that best sums up my year: đ