There is no more of the End of Year list as by this point it's too late to go through all of them. April 2013 is not the best time to continue raking over 2012, not when there's so much good music coming out this year in any case. The old buggers are all emerging from the woodwork: Bowie for the first time in a decade, Nick Cave returning to form after his simultaneous work in the fields of embarassing midlife crisis ponytail rawk and oh so tasteful film soundtracks, My Bloody Valentine emerging with an underwhelming album that took longer than I've been alive to make and sounds like something you could do in a week, tops....as always, the old bastards are stealing the spotlight.

Every year, it seems, is the year of the comeback: no one goes away anymore. Everything is recycled, repackaged, re-released, nothing but the sum of its influences. This isn't always bad: a band mashing Le Tigre, Xasthur and early Cocteau Twins together, for example would be very welcome. Just no more of the following please:

• Reheated, over-rehearsed "garage rock" recorded in fancy studios, given an audiophile mastering job and quantised and pitch corrected to within an inch of its life then slathered with artificial dirt in all he right places. No. Thanks. Don't put the dirt on after, as that's not the point of this stuff. Scheduled spontanaeity. No thanks.
• Same with hip-hop: it's supposed to be the voice of the disenfranchised. Don't ignore the stuff that genuinely is made my pissed off people of all ages, sexual orientations, ethnicities, whatever in favour of the chintzy orchestrated idiocy currently being peddled. Hip hop is a broad church but let's take David Guetta out of the equation. Put the Ministry of Sound compilations away, boys and girls. Leave the grime in grime, otherwise you have....nothing,that's right. 
• Publications supposedly promoting bold new music only accepting what's fed to them by back slapping publicist wankers who went to school with each others dads. The NME would never pick up on riot grrl these days, although we've supposedly advanced as a society in 2013 we've only become more conservative. Where once Disco Inferno, Godflesh, early Manics, Bikini Kill, a very broad group of bands had the one thing in common of kicking against the pricks now no one says anything anymore.
• Same with BBC 6Music: there's some good stuff on there, I love Stewart Maconie, but a lot of it was only cutting edge music 20 years ago when Peel was playing it. Face it: indie rock is the new mainstream, and you're only playing the depoliticised "It's all about the music maaaan" Topshop drivel. It's still a boys club, and while this is the case you're always going to be a bunch of hypocrites. It's still the best major station broadcasting, though. Maybe they'll become less parochial now they've had to relocate to Manchester (or develop a parochialism that works in my favour as a North West artist).
• Fawning documentaries about punk where talking heads piss on their legacy, favouring straight white males who're always from London over The Slits, The Raincoats, Throbbing Gristle,The Blue Orchids, Crisis/Death In June, Current 93 etc. You know, the genuinely interesting ones. I bet the bastards breathed a sigh of relief when Peter Christopherson died.
• Repeating the past instead of learning from it.

• If it's not too much to ask, The Bordellos, The Longdrone Flowers and Death Masks all outselling Adele. Yes, I'm in two of those bands, but Death Masks I genuinely think are a brilliant live band.

Yes it's unproductive bitching but this is a blog and no bugger reads it anyway.