Ahh, 2016, 2016. I ain’t gonna front 2016, you was not that cool. You were the year that fascism made great strides into our political system via a racist orange blob of expensive synthetic hair with abnormally petite hands. You were also a year of exciting and marvelous music that exceeds the phrase “every cloud has a silver lining.” These clouds happen to be gold. In the case of a few of the albums I will soon list, they are (or probably will become) platinum. From the explicitly political to the joyously uplifting to the tear inducing, these albums evoked emotion, thought, and groove. Below you’ll find the aforementioned list, my personal top sixteen albums of 2016. They are the albums I listened to the most, the ones that blazed in my headphones as I travelled through the city’s subway system or listened to as I briskly walked in the biting cold or blasted along with the AC during the summer heat. These are by no means the “best” albums of the year, though many will easily fall into the category, whatever that highly subjective classification means. They are rather the albums that, whether in full part, or due to a few stand out tracks, meant something to me as I went through 2016. Without further ado, I present to you my 16 albums of the year in the order of their release. Oh, and yeah the music was good, great even, but you still ain’t off the hook 2016.