Yesterday, Sean released his annual list of the 100 best songs of 2012. It's great, check it out. But today I want to add one thing: P.O.S

I posted about the track "Get Down" when it came out, but I've been listening to We Don't Even Live Here more than any other album since its release. More than Killer Mike or Fiona Apple or even Parlovr. It's rough and raw, scary and angry and fraught. It's juvenile, it's unexamined, it's direct and careless and explosive. It's arrogant and brash and a bit preachy, but it speaks to me and lights me up. It's Fight Club without the dumb machismo, it's Adbusters without the dumb self-satisfaction, it's a dumb revolution without any kind of plan. It's exactly what I want to hear. From the heart-racing opener Bumper all the way to the ragged-clothed escape attempt of Piano Hits, We Don't Even Live Here is, in my opinion, the best whole record of the year. In the midst of many great singles, this is a fully-formed assemblage that stands out to me as a great achievement, so I thought I would highlight it for all of you. And to share, the Eminem-esque standoff personal-history track, "Lock-Picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats".

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