
30. Bon Iver: โ___45___โ
(Justin Vernon)
An unlikely inclusion admittedly, as 22, A Million wasnโt written so much as it was sutured together in the studio. But there is an eerie logic in Vernonโs distressed music and piecemeal lyrics, especially on this existential Eau Claire blues. โIโve been carved in fire,โ he sings, over and over, trying to put his finger on a feeling bigger than any song could contain.

29. Yola Carter: โOrphan Countryโ
(Yola Carter)
Carter is both black and British, which means sheโll have a hard time winning over the listeners responsible for the kneejerk dismissal of Beyoncรฉโs twang. Their loss. Carter writes songs about big ideas and sings them in a big voice, nowhere more movingly than on this bittersweet account of wriggling out from underneath the oppressive thumb of so many other peopleโs expectations of what โblackโ and โBritishโ ought to sound like.

28. Bob Weir: โOnly a Riverโ
(Josh Kaufman, Josh Ritter, Bob Weir)
Fifty years into a long, strange trip of a career, Weir is still singing the kind of cowboy songs he used to sneak into Grateful Dead set. Penned with a pair of Joshes, this new one is a long ode to the restorative power of home and the sublime American landscape: โOnly a river gonna make things right.โ

27. Ryley Walker: โThe Halfwit in Meโ
(Ryley Walker)
This Chicagoan may be best known as a rambling, rangey guitar player, but heโs proving a fomrdaible songwriter with an ear for the witty and the self-deprecating. The opening track on his latest and most ambitious album balances the spiritual with the stupid, his basest urges fumbling his mystical missions. Self-sabotage rarely sounds so wise, which means the full-wit in Walker penned this one.

26. Sara Watkins: โYoung in All the Wrong Waysโ
(Sara Watkins)
The title track from Watkinsโ thirdโand best?โalbum is her declaration of independence, definitely romantic but perhaps even musically. Having finally climbed out of the shadow of Nickel Creek, she can look back with some equanimity and find her own way forward: โYou were my future, but thatโs in the past,โ she sings, and it sounds less like a kiss-off than a liberating epiphany.

25. Eric Bachman: โMercyโ
(Eric Bachmann)
โMercyโ is more than a potent protest song. Itโs everybodyโs painful Thanksgiving conversation set to music, Eric Bachmannโs very own โImagine,โ with those big American oohs and aahs in the background sound like a radicalized Beach Boys. Rather than bitter, he actually sounds somehow hopeful when he sings, โDonโt you believe them when they tell you everything happens for a reason.โ

24. John Paul White: โBlackleafโ
(John Paul White)
The opening track on Whiteโs second solo recordโand the first of his post-Civil Wars Reconstructionโreveals both the breadth and the acuity of his craft: a melody Elliott Smith could have written, a voice disarmingly stoical, a set of lyrics that locate the exact point where sorrow becomes visceral and yearning becomes violent.

23. Elizabeth Cook: โTabitha Tudersโ Mamaโ
(Elizabeth Cook)
Cook capped her comeback album with this heartbreaking tale of Tabitha Tuder, who went missing on her way to catch the schoolbus in 2003. She hasnโt been seen since, and the East Nashville singer-songwriter thought the familyโs poverty meant the story didnโt get the attention it deserves. So her lyrics and her vocals toggle between compassion and outrage for any girl in a โwhole goddamn world crawling with creeps.โ That coda is a gutpunch: โPlease pray for Tabitha Tudersโ mama, even if you donโt pray at all.โ Amen.

22. Hamilton Leithauser & Rostam: โA 1000 Timesโ
(Rostam Batmanglij / Hamilton Leithauser)
The Walkmen frontman and the former Vampire Weekend utility player united for an underrated collaboration, which kicks off by slyly rewriting Hedy Westโs formidable folk classic โFive Hundred Milesโ as a crooner anthem worthy of Sinatra. But itโs hard to imagine anyone conveying the same rawness of emotion as Leithauser, who makes even a precious dream sound threadbare and worn out.

21. William Bell: โThis Is Where I Liveโ
(William Bell, John Leventhal)
Some people write their memoirs; a good songwriter can sing his life in song. The title track from Bellโs impossibly wonderful new album recounts his days as a teenage songwriter in the Stax stable, when he penned both โBorn Under a Bad Signโ for Albert King and โYou Donโt Miss Your Waterโ for everybody in the world. He puts an eloquent twist on that title phrase: Bell lives in the song, and itโs a privilege to be invited into his home.







