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Ten Shit Hot Albums by Artists Who Only Ever Made One

From Late of the Pier to Fever Ray, here are ten records of ferocity and beauty that stand alone in the history books.

This article orginally appeared on Noisey UK.

In the perpetually chartered hallways of music history, we usually remember the big artists. The five-time Grammy award winners; the icons whose faces have been posthumously ironed on to T-shirts and dishcloths and novelty lighters; the bands who kickstarted scenes that have provided a bedrock for decades to come. As memory fades and we become nothing more than transient souls, carrying around the decaying corpse of our body, the monolithic musicians are the ones we’ll remember. In lieu of not being able to afford heating with our lack of pension plans, perhaps they’ll keep us warm.

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But what about the groups who never made it past album one? There are plenty of artists who released just a solitary record, whether it was a momentary solo side project from their usual outlet, or whether they were just sacked off by their record label, realized they actually hated each other, or shook hands and moved amicably on to other things. Usually the reason only one exists is because it was terrible or sold really badly, but sometimes a group or artist momentarily enters our consciousness to appear with one record of such spell-binding beauty that it’s perplexing why they never made a second. Perhaps that’s the beauty that comes from never having to follow-up your debut with 12 songs about the pressures of fame and the stalking ghouls of drug and sex addiction.

In this list of ten shit hot albums that never saw sequels, we've left out some of the more obvious ones, like The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, Minor Threat’s Out of Step, the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks, and The La’s self-titled—because how many more times do you need to be told that Grace by Jeff Buckley was good?—and focused on some of the lesser celebrated classics. Of course, many of the artists involved went on to do a buttload of other stuff, but these particular projects stand alone in the history books; flashes in the pan of subculture, popular within certain circles but largely confined to lusted after reissues.

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So let this list be something that lives on forever on the internet; these albums may be one offs (for now, at least), but they’re as worthy and important as that fifteen CD Nick Cave boxset you have at home.

The Avalanches – Since I Left You

Before I nipped into the Virgin Megastore in Norwich at the age of 11 and picked this and Is This It by the Strokes up in a two for £22 steal, my concept of music was limited to a Shine compilation and a cassette of "The Real Slim Shady." After that fateful afternoon, nothing was the same. Comprised of a brain-melting number of samples—no one seems to be able to decide if it's 900 or 3,500—it still, somehow, sounds organic, free, living, rather than the horribly affected, horribly distance post-modernism nightmare it should be. Instead, you get one of the greatest records of the century to date: a kaleidoscopic masterpiece that sounds like everything and nothing at the same time. Oh, skip "Frontier Psychiatrist" though—that one has always been wank. —Josh Baines

Test Icicles – For Screening Purposes Only

The short-lived London trio Test Icicles rose on that dance-punk wave of the early noughties, back when we played The Rapture’s “House of Jealous Lovers” at house parties and strawpedo’d all things; when all men wore piano belts with tight blue jeans; when Hadouken were classed as grime music. The thing that made Test Icicles unique in such a shallow era for youth culture was that they took the on-trend dance-punk sound, and gloriously hacked away at it like mad teen butchers, stapling on some screamo and stitching in some thrash until it all sounded less like a sepia photo of James Murphy in a quirky cafe and more like Glassjaw in a rave. Basically, if you were 18 in the 2000s and hated your parents, then this was the album.

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The band quickly parted ways to pursue other projects, and Dev Hynes, of course, went on to become Lightspeed Champion and then—everyone’s safe ‘I’m a cool person’ answer to the question: “What music are you into at the moment?”—Blood Orange. Side note: If you think Test Icicles was a crude name, then you should know they were initially just called Balls. Joe Zadeh

Madvillain – Madvillainy

As individuals, they have obviously set the world of rap alight, but as Madvillain, MF Doom and Madlib only released two albums—their debut record Madvillainy and its follow up Madvillainy 2: The Madlib Remix. Since the latter is a complete remix of the original, though—apparently released because Madlib couldn’t wait for the official sophomore album to be recorded—the group get through on a technicality. By now y’all should know Madvillainy is pretty much cemented in the crypt of hip-hop history, having influenced a generation of producers and backpack rappers, so if you haven’t listened to it yet then congratulations, you’ve just given yourself a homework assignment. —Ryan Bassil

Germs – GI

Darby Crash is among the most tragic figures ever to grace the world of music. An LA punk junkie with a deathwish that eventually led to suicide by way of an intentional heroin overdose at the age of 22, Crash was about as violent and poetic as you can get at the same time without being a J.G. Ballard novel.

Stylistically, GI was hardcore punk before hardcore punk was even a thing. It’s fast, contemptuous, harsh without compromising on melody, and, perhaps ironically, incredibly full of life. The energy lands somewhere between the destructive chaos of their live performances and the tightly wound structure of their actual music, largely thanks to Joan Jett’s unoppressive production, which lays out the band’s intricacies clearly, like an insect in a display box. Considering the music was so intentionally stripped back, though, Crash was a wordy bastard, embodying and bastardizing every cultural influence from David Bowie to Charles Manson. Reading Germs’ lyrics is equally as fulfilling as listening to the songs themselves, which isn’t something you can say about most artists, let alone punk bands.

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In one way or another, Germs informed everything from skate punk to Sonic Youth to Ratking. Given the time, who knows what more they could have done. —Emma Garland

Fever Ray – Fever Ray

After three albums with The Knife that fucked with the very idea of ever revealing artistic identity, Karin Dreijer Andersson finally bore it all on her solo album, Fever Ray, but in the most Karin Dreijer Andersson way possible; delivering ominous and hair raising confessions in ruthlessly manipulated vocals that veered from angelic to demonic at will. The concept of the album was that it was all inspired by sleep deprivation, and it stands as the most beautiful and accurate piece of art ever made about being frightfully alone in the darkness. —Joe Zadeh

Wild Flag – Wild Flag

Be honest: How much vomit readies itself for projectiling when you hear the phrase "indie supergroup"? The only time that it’s acceptable to answer "none at all" is when you’re thinking of Wild Flag, whose bright but far too brief run culminated with an exceptionally good, exceptionally undemanding, and exceptionally enjoyable self-titled 2011 album.

Comprised of Carrie Brownstein (historically known as the shred machine in Sleater-Kinney, latterly the star of Portlandia), occasional Bright Eyes drummer Janet Weiss, guitarist Mary Timony (of Autoclave) and former drummer for The Minders, Rebecca Cole, on keys, Wild Flag started with a haze of ambitious public statements and gnomic Facebook posts ("What is the sound of an avalanche taking out a dolphin? What do get when you cross a hamburger with a hot dog? The answer is: WILD FLAG.”)

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They went on indefinite hiatus in 2013, citing the difficulties of being in a band and "living five hours away by plane," leaving us all to cope with one album and a lingering yearning for something more. —Francisco Garcia

Life Without Buildings – Any Other City

Remember when you were younger and less constricted by the horrible character you created, the one you thought would impress other people with its rancid blend of narcissism, cynicism, arrogance and ignorance? The old you that was a bit less afraid of actually being a real human being? The old you that liked things because you liked them, not because not liking them was less of a statement than liking them? The old you that still had a favorite band? The old you that still listened to the lyrics? They're not dead. Not just yet. That old you is still there. Somewhere. Want to draw them out? Put this album on now. Job done. —Josh Baines

The Postal Service – Give Up

So here’s a fun story. I found myself at Primavera in The Year of Our Lord 2013, when Give Up was reissued and The Postal Service were playing reunion shows. Early on in the day they were scheduled to perform, I managed to hit my head on something and lost the next four hours of my life to a black hole of concussion and €2 cava. When I came to, in that sudden, icy-clear sort of way that drunk people often do, I had miraculously managed to re-locate all of my friends, acquire a straw hat, and not get funnelled into the sex trade. The only evidence of my disappearance at all was the half-eaten veggie burger I had attempted to preserve in a tote bag. I noticed that, at some point during all of this, the sun had gone down. The next thing I know, the heavy, bristling synth tones of “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” rang out across the forum, marking the very beginning of The Postal Service’s set. Since they only have the one album, they played the whole damn thing, plus some bonus tracks that appear on the reissue and a cover of Beat Happening’s “Our Secret.”

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Now, I’m not saying that The Postal Service saved my life, or that the healing powers of Give Up rose me from a stupor that could have resulted in the police ejecting me from the premises for falling asleep under a falafel stand—but for an album barely 45 minutes long so loaded with transcendent moments and long lasting cultural influence, you have to admit it’s a good metaphor. Emma Garland

Late of the Pier – Fantasy Black Channel

Looking back on Late of the Pier’s debut album Fantasy Black Channel is a perplexing proposition. On the one hand, their brand of bubblegum, glitter funk shouldn’t make sense in today’s environment—one that’s free from glow sticks and red skinny jeans. But on the other, the album reaped the seeds sewed by the likes of Gary Numan, Brian Ferry, and their contemporaries The Klaxons to such a fierce degree that its 12 songs of triumphant, unrestrained contemporary dance music continue to sound electrifying—despite it being almost a decade since the British New Rave scene threw up in a bin outside Madame JoJo’s and keeled over. It’s all because Fantasy Black Channel sounds so alien. It takes a special group of individuals to make something that sounds as otherworldly as this, as though the remnants of house, techno, David Bowie, and pop are all fucking each other in a paint-splattered orgy. The group still retain a unique cult status—their fans come out of the woodwork every so often, begging them to get back together and make another album. —Ryan Bassil

American Football – American Football

What can you say about the now 17-year-old American Football that hasn’t been said already? I mean, I alone have already said too much, after I went to one of their reunion shows and it brought a tear to my post-pubescent eye. So I’ll just paraphrase my feelings from that.

American Football’s eponymous and only album is one of the few in existence that has the power to transport those who know it vividly back to the particular time in their lives where they had it on repeat until the person closest to them began to consider homicide. This album is timeless because everything about it forces you to come face to face with your formative self, and the only thing more uncomfortable, more heartbreaking, and more rewarding than living through your adolescence the first time is re-visiting it over and over again. —Emma Garland

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