So, I have finally come to something resembling a decision on my Top Ten albums of this year. Is there some sort of psychological classification for people who take their love of list making to pseudo-sexual extremes? If so, I'd like to declare myself one. If not, I'd like to offer myself as a test subject.
Right after I announced to the Twitter world my joy in concocting this year's masturbatory lists, I was swiftly followed by a hand sanitizer. I think that says all I was saying before right there.
Anyhow, the "Favourites List Part One" will go up later tonight. But in the meantime, here are some things that sit just outside the coveted Top Ten or Best of the Year spot: