This is The Pitchfork Review, the show about the musicians we're obsessed with and the albums you need to know right now.

I'm Jeremy Larson, the reviews editor.

Pugia is taking a much-needed week off, so I've got the keys, and I'm going to drive it like I stole it.

Today, we are going to talk about the albums that meant a lot to us, but did not make it

onto Pitchfork's year-end list.

We're going to be talking about some London noise rock, some Virginia mushroom raps, live jazz,

some Tui Prague, some queer pop, everything, with senior editor Anna Gautza and a contributing

editor Phil Sherburn, who

have brought their top overlooked albums.

Hi, guys.

How you doing?

Hello.

Hi, Jeremy.

We have a lot of big artists that take up a lot of oxygen on the best of year list,

and yet there's a lot of incredibly creative and really great music happening.

So this is our effort to shine a spotlight on some

lesser known albums. The first one I do want to talk about is this rapper Silk Money. And the

record is called, I don't give a fuck about this rap shit. I'm going to just drop until I don't

feel like it anymore. Now, that's an amazing record title.

Profetched though deck I'd been lost my mind for some time.

I confess my profession.

Mental health neglect.

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