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Anyone brave enough to open Rolling Stone knows that an obsession with best-of lists is a symptom of male narcissistic personality disorder. I mean, they’re everywhere. Maybe it all began sensibly enough, with just a nod to someone’s favorite album, but it’s since evolved beyond all reason: lists endlessly shuffled and reshuffled, as if by the John Cusack character in High Fidelity, trying to make sense of his serial disasters with women by constantly ranking and re-ranking not just songs but for all I know individual hooks and riffs and fills as well. Even if you disagree with the choices about half the time (and what use is a list if you can’t argue with it?), it’s reassuring proof that despite or because of all the other toys of our distracted age, people still care passionately about music.

The question is, of course, which people and what music?  continued . . .