The countdown continues.
30. Fay, Din (Time No Place) The solo debut from the former singer and keyboardist in Chicago’s Pit er Pat is a head-rattling assemblage of stammering beats, vocal cut-ups, and twitchy, terse synthesizer licks. Now based in LA, Fay Davis-Jeffers collages the various fragments to construct hypnotic, almost tribal settings for her abstract vocal incantations—but she never lets the music glide or settle into anything predictable. A dozen listens in, the album still keeps me on glorious edge.