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ALBUM REVIEWS
  • talib kweli <br/><i>gutter rainbows</i>

    Talib Kweli has enjoyed a large amount of success without the larger-than-life egos of some of his more well known contemporaries. And where even the most respected of the second tier, the "indie" rappers, have rolled with some questionable material, Kweli has kept it consistent throughout his solo career. Luckily, his first truly independent record is no different; Gutter Rainbows, is full of chunky beats and beautiful lyricism delivered in a flow that no other rapper could imitate, even if they tried.

  • tame impala<br/><i>innerspeaker</i>

    At the risk of rehashing what you probably already know about them, Tame Impala, the latest in a series of Australian classic/psychedelic rock exports, are heavily influenced by what came before them. Late 60s psychedelia, some prog here and thereyou get the gist. But, as it always is with these kinds of bands, Tame Impala are great for their ability to inject some new life into an old form which they do impeccably on Innerspeaker.

  • tapes 'n tapes <br/><i>outside</i>

    Following mixed reactions from their 2008 sophomore release, Walk it Off, Tapes 'n Tapes returned to their own self-run label, Ibid Records, for the release of their 3rd album Outside. Trying to resurface the band's off-the-cuff approach to their 2005 debut, Loon, Outside tip toes into elements of their early days of reckless abandon. Unfortunately, the album does not seem to carry the same buzz of excitement that drove Loon out of obscurity and into a growing list of up and coming indie bands to watch. Six years later, Outside demonstrates solidarity to sound, but not as much growth. There is an unassuming quality to the happy-go-lucky flavor of the album, but as a whole does not explore much depth or distance between songs. Nonetheless, Outside is one of those albums that, the louder it is, the more is moves you, but has enough calm and structure for background music on a long drive.

  • ted leo and the pharmacists<br/><em>the brutalist bricks</em>

    Ted Leo and the Pharmacists are a household name in alternative rock. Ten years after their first release comes their first album for Matador Records, The Brutalist Bricks. It's a strong, shimmery collection of songs, but at the same time, the band is starting to show their age.

  • Tegan and Sara<br/> <i>Heartthrob</i>

    Tegan and Sara have hopped on the pop infused indie bandwagon, but for longtime fans, there is absolutely no reason to panic. We know, we know, they're not the type to take the easy way out. In fact, their latest album Heartthrob calls upon a moment of rejoicing, and a milestone for the kickass twins. With their breakout reaching back almost a decade ago, Tegan and Sara have taken a brave leap to justify themselves not just as the somber sisters of So Jealous or the intricate, weird crafters of The Con, but they can pull off the mood changers with synths and pop-infused riffs as well.

  • Tenacious D <br/><i>Rise of the Fenix</i>

    Tenacious D functions best when it leans more towards nostalgia-infused hard rock with a comedic edge, like on their self-titled debut, where mocking subject matter (anal sex? the "best song in the world"? Rocking harder than Dio? Taking down City Hall?) is secondary to the insanely catchy riffs and infectious variety of noises Jack and Kyle can make with their voices. Like most musical comedy, it needs to have at least a little validity as a stand-alone tune without the humorous bits. Thus where the debut succeeded, the follow-up, Pick Of Destiny, failed-- the memorable melodies of "Tribute" and "Friendship" did not have any true successors, at least in my book. Perhaps it was the forced movie tie-in, or the fact that many of us were literally sixteen years old when we were spinning "City Hall" and later had matured enough to at least know that Tenacious D was a bit below the level of, say, a "real" band like Arcade Fire. But pretense aside, the D remain one of the best comedy-based rock bands out there, and to see them stumble over the years was a bummer.

  • Tennis <br/><i>Young and Old</i>

    Part of Tennis' initial popularity was built upon their romantic origin-- the husband and wife duo went on a seven-month sailing adventure, and wrote a collection of breezy songs that reflected their voyage together. Similar to the myth of Bon Iver, the band's story paired well with their relaxed sound. But in their sophomore effort, Young and Old Tennis expands from the original duo and puts some heavy drums in the mix, adding the secret ingredient of Patrick Carney (Black Keys) as producer.

  • thao and mirah <br/><i>thao and mirah</i>

    With Thao holstering a can of spray paint, and Mirah wielding knitting needles, they don't exactly symbolize the perfect couple. But when they first shared the stage, in 2010 at the San Francisco Noise Pop Fest, they proved that harmonization is't embedded in ideology. This performance was followed by a tour compiled of rotating set lists of both artists' existing songs. Thao would accompany Mirah's tracks with backup vocals, guitar, banjo, and bongos and the favors were returned. With tUnE-yArDs' Merrill Garbus as their producing muse, the duo has released their first full-length, conveniently titled, Thao And Mirah.

  • Thao and the Get Down Stay Down<br />We Brave Bee Stings And All

    Bruises, bumps, scrapes, and bee stings; on her Kill Rock Stars debut, Virginian born songstress Thao braves a bundle when it comes to the rocky ways of twenty something romance. Over the course of We Brave Bee Stings And All, Thao and The Get Down Stay Down traverse a ton of tumultuous terrain. The footing is never sure, and some times (alright, most times) she takes a dive. But resilient and hell bent on feeling something (see those goose bumps on the cover? That is Thao, an emotional machine, feeling something) Thao makes her way down twisted, unsure paths, sprinting blindfolded, plastered smile, all the way.

  • thao and the get down stay downs <br/><em>know better learn faster</em>

    Know Better Learn Faster is Thao Nguyen's follow up album to 2008's We Brave Bee Stings and All, with the addition of her band The Get Down Stay Downs, which consists of Adam Thompson on bass/guitar/keys and Willis Thompson on drums (no relation by the way). While keeping with the Thao's characteristic bright and raucous sound, the new album shows definite signs of maturity and boasts a few new battle wounds (a la written post relationship).

  • the acorn <br/><i>no ghost</i>

    No Ghost, the new album by The Acorn, is a study in modesty. Singer/songwriter Rolf Klausener and his bandmates from Ottawa are determined to keep it small. After 2007's Glory Hope Mountain, a concept album about Klausener's Honduran-born mother and her struggle out of poverty, The Acorn have returned with a record that substitutes space for specificity.

  • the airborne toxic event <br/><em>the airborne toxic event</em>

    What happens to a person when his mother is diagnosed with lung cancer, he himself is diagnosed with a genetic autoimmune disease and comes down with pneumonia while sitting at his mother's death bed going through nicotine withdrawl from quitting his two pack a day habit cold turkey and then his long-term girlfriend breaks up with him? Because if it's anything like this album, then I'm going to be wishing ill on a lot more people.

  • the antlers <br/><i>burst apart</i>

    Hospice, The Antlers' debut opus, was the Brooklyn trio's passport out of obscurity. Frontman, Peter Silberman, enticed listeners into his meticulously sculpted narrative by using his parable of an abusive relationship. Listening to the album offered the audience an artistic experience that is habitually absent in modern music. Like reading a Paluhniuk, or watching a Lynch, the conclusion of Hospice baffled and tickled the subconscious. To follow-up their tremendous creation, The Antlers elected an alternative, musical route. Their second full-length, Burst Apart, lacks the anecdotal concepts of its predecessor. Sequels are a risky trade, as a flop would question the integrity of the original. The Antlers weren't trying to create their Godfather II, and so their latest detaches itself from the acclaimed chronicle. Similar to The Antlers' efforts, let us isolate ourselves from the original, in order to examine Burst Apart from an unbiased perspective.

  • The Antlers <br/><i>Undersea</i> EP

    A few things happen when you're drowning -- your heart rate slows by about 50%, blood flow to the extremities decreases to prioritize flow to vital organs, support is delivered to the diaphragm to prevent lung collapse, and the body actually appears to calm as it nears a blackout. On Undersea -- which lead singer Peter Silberman described as "an EP in length, but well beyond that in scope -- The Antlers create the musical embodiment of drowning, and I mean that in the best way possible.

  • the apples in stereo <br/><em>travellers in space and time</em>

    The Apples in Stereo hit pretty close to the mark when they titled their new album, Travellers In Space and Time. Decked out with the psychedelic electronica the Apples are known for while occasionally stripping down to the straight-forward rock which exists underneath all of the band's complexities, Travellers fits perfectly with the rest of the Apples' library, which says quite a lot considering this is the first album with only Robert Schneider left from the original line-up. It seems that for some bands, membership isn't everything.

  • The Appleseed Cast <br/><i>Middle States EP</i>

    When experimental sounds become a sort of norm for music, it becomes hard to differentiate what really qualifies as an "experiment" and what we would call flat out "weird." But words like weird and experimental are tributaries of more basic, but far more important terminologies: effective, and ineffective. The Appleseed Cast has fit into a mold that might be called experimental for a while. This continues to be the case in in their EP Middle States since they don't seem to have an agenda etched in marble. But even with good flow, and a strong second half, this one warrants some room for growth.

  • The B-52s<br /><em>Funplex</em>

    As reunions go, the B-52s return after 16 years is hardly the stuff of rock and roll wet dreams. Nobody’s really been sitting ‘round, pining for something new from the campiest of crews for the last decade and a half, have they? Not a chance. Those kinds of thoughts are generally reserved for more epic contemporary possibilities…think Pavement, The Smiths, or a Led Zeppelin line-up willing to play more than a one-off tease. Yet therein lay the beauty of an album like Funplex (Astralwerks). Listeners probably never missed the band, much less expected their first album of the 21st century to pack such a probable punch. This is ok, of course. In this case, finding ones’ self pressed under the wheels of such a surprisingly fresh bit of punk, new wave, and vintage rock is a rather splendid place to be.

  • The Beach Boys <br/><i>The SMiLE Sessions</i>

    One's first real introduction to The Beach Boys is not like an introduction with any other band. You learn of the Beach Boys often as that fun, woozily romantic surf-pop band with upbeat, time to hit the water heralds. Example A: "Help Me, Rhonda" or to be obvious, "Surfin". Eventually, someone will put on Pet Sounds, and the realization that emotional complexity and instrumental arrangement can be embedded in a product so effortless shakes all the sand from your ears. And in a tremulously upward spiral, theres SMiLE - the album that almost never got made. SMiLE is one of the few recorded instances of mans psyche dilated, pushed and preened towards certainty, an experiment that changed the way popular music could sound. To put it basely, its some of the best music ever written and recorded, hidden under 44 years of unanswered myth - those psychedelic drugs, rumors of hatred festering between band mates, sheer exhaustive studio time. To quote Brian Wilson himself, "it sounds like jewelry", a willfully mosaic whole.

  • the beastie boys <br/><i>hot sauce committee pt. 2</i>

    The Beastie Boys: legends among men, and princes of their genre despite being somewhat indicative of several at once (is it rap? spoken word rock? something else entirely?). Some things never change; the right to party rests not in dubstep or chillwave, but a certain funky sound by three white kids from New York City who cram stadium status into every taunt. And they still got it after all these years, despite the landscape around them changing all the way from Sugar Hill to Odd Future.

  • the besnard lakes <br/><em>the besnard lakes are the roaring night</em>

    The Besnard Lakes third album, The Besnard Lakes Are the Roaring Night, begins with "Like the Ocean, Like the Innocent Pt. 1: The Ocean," followed immediately by "Like the Ocean, Like the Innocent Pt. 2: The Innocent." Despite their more than a mouthful titling tendencies, the roughly nine minutes of this combo opener are the highlight of the album and almost worth the price of admission.

  • the big pink <br/><em>a brief history of love</em>

    The Big Pink's A Brief History of Love is a deftly produced retrospective on the flawed and fragile state of romantic affairs; in the struggle for power, sexuality autonomy throws companionship to the wayside. Unlike like this messy and often combative "use or be used" ethos, The Big Pink discovers a synergistic listening experience in which classic guitars, electric beats and industrial noise mutually thrive.

  • The Big Pink <br/><i>Future This</i>

    British duo The Big Pink release their second studio album Future This two years after the debut of their first album A Brief History of Love. The album couldn't be more suitably titled as Robbie Furz and Milo Cordell seem to have taken their previous tone doused in sometimes ill-fated love and replaced it with an existential sound, full of experimental (and sometimes hip-hop) influenced, electronic samples.

  • The Billionaires<br /><i>Really Real For Forever</i>

    Fair weather destinations are all well and good for the vacationing flock. But to locals…and even more so to the children of locals…the allure of their tiny hometown’s summer shacks is certainly a little less obvious. Of course this is an assumption of sorts, but one I’m willing to make after listening to the Martha’s Vineyard bred band The Billionaires, and their debut Really Real For Forever (Too Soon). For one, Really Real reeks of lyrical odes to the suffocating nature of small town boredoms and the vices they spawn. Album opener “The End of Summer Song” alludes to putting off the inevitable…drunken, inebriated fun in the summer sun being the suitable substitute for growing up and getting on. Admits Tim Laursen, one of the band’s many singers: “We have grown up together playing music but mostly being a part of a large creative group of friends, a sometimes very drunk, loving, angry, and sexy group of people.” Then there is that name of theirs. Think a bunch of working class kids care for the oxford shirt/khaki pants/boat shoe enthusiasts that raid their summer colony every year? Really Real suggests not.

  • The Black Keys <br/><i> El Camino</i>

    Nearing a decade as a duo, The Black Keys sound astronomically far from tired. Invigoration is a theme that blinds the listener into sublimity. But don't fear, Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney are still (roughly) the same guys that brought you The Big Comeup all the way back in 2002. Still driven by but confused with the ladies and still goofsters by nature, the two have used the years to solidify what it is they are good at. On El Camino, again with Danger Mouse's faultless production, The Black Keys have swarmed onto a melding of styles (glam-rock, garage, psychedelic) that already feels classic even in its modernity.

  • the black keys <br/><i>brothers</i>

    At this point, The Black Keys are synonymous. Between extremely successful side projects and partnerships (Danger Mouse, BlakRoc, Jessica Lea Mayfield) and a respectable body of work, the name is less of a placeholder and more of an idea; a brand of blue-sy jive, and well-produced swagger (coming to a store near you). And like most brands, they are big because they do what they do well, and in massive quantities. Brothers is no exception, clocking in at an hour, spread across fifteen tracks. It's worth noting: the files I received are huge (typically clocking in at 3-5 MB per song, each track is ten times that size), and that is probably the only acceptable way to own this thing in digital form. The sound is so engrossing it's almost tactile. The only way to listen to the record is high-fidelity, and loud.

  • The Black Keys<br /><em>Attack and Release</em>

    Akron OH’s shaggy, retro blues duo The Black Keys never knew they were prepping their next album when they first set out to record it. All guitarist/singer Dan Auerbach and drummer Patrick Carney assumed was that they had been tapped by producer Danger Mouse to participate in a quick collaboration with Ike Turner. But Turner’s passing last December obviously derailed the project, leaving band and producer alike a bevy of unused material to work with. Thus the foundations for the Keys’ fifth and most dare deviling album to date were laid.

  • the black lips<br /><em>good bad not evil</em>

    Listening to The Black Lips is kind of like the first time you watched South Park back in the 90s. At first, you heard about the show from some friends who hyped it up as "the craziest shit ever", so you caught an episode on TV but still approached it with a heavy dose of skepticism. After ten minutes and about 42 F-bombs in, you realize you've been suckered in by the whole WTF absurdity of a half hour cartoon devoted to construction paper third graders cussing, dying, and hanging out with Satan on national television. You were hooked.

  • the boxer rebellion <br/><i>the cold still</i>

    In the 2010 film Going The Distance, The Boxer Rebellion serve as the opportunity Justin Long's character takes to leave his unfulfilling job at a record label in order to pursue his passion. The band continues to represent this passion with their third studio album, The Cold Still. Though not forcefully dynamic, the album does an excellent job of portraying the more thoughtful, introspective side of rock. The Boxer Rebellion solidify their talent at transcending the crutch of catchy hooks, and rather, captivate with the power of vocal ability and instrumental melancholy.

  • the boy least likely to<br /><em>the law of the playground</em>

    The Boy Least Likely To have been writing music together since 2002, but it wasn't until the release of their first LP, The Best Party Ever, that people began to take notice. With a brand of childish twee pop that seemed different than anything else at the time, the band brought with it a sense of innocence...almost as if the cute cartoon animals gracing the cover where the ones playing the instruments. Alas, the members of The Boy Least Likely To are not cartoon animals at all, but rather two full-grown men from Wendover, England who go by the names of Pete Hobbs and Jof Owen.

  • the cave singers <br /><em>welcome joy</em>

    Pete Quirk's gravelly voice on "Summer Windows" rumbles up from the heartland of highwayside telephone poles, shaded forests, too many cigarettes sucked down in the ennui of a dusty twilight. The rolling guitar and barely-there voice cracks cozy up to you and set up a heavy promise for Welcome Joy, the second Cave Singers album. The road is wide open, the sun is just now rising over the desert, they can floor the gas or they can break your heart, from here it can go in almost any direction.

  • the clientele <br/><em>bonfires on the heath</em>

    Bonfires on the Heath is the newest record from the British kings of lush psyche pop, The Clientele, and while there is a definite sense of sophistication on the band's sixth studio album, its still just what you'd expect. Their usual cast of eerie shadows, lonely ghosts, and broken time floating from the breathy lungs of front man Alasdair MacLean are all here, but this time we're off to a bonfire.

  • the constellations <br/><i>southern gothic</i>

    The Constellations' debut album Southern Gothic is a contemplative and catchy album with a distinct sound and perfect level variation. A concept album of sorts, the record is an ode to the group's hometown of Atlanta, spinning tales of the goings-on there between the hours of midnight and four A.M.

  • the coward and the pelican<br /><em>silhouettes ep</em>

    The Coward and the Pelican are a band of fresh-faced youngsters from Montreal, Quebec, a city that has for some time now been known as a Mecca for independent music. It is perhaps fitting then that Philippe St-Louis, his brother Etienne, their sister Evelyne, their cousin Carmen Madfouny and their friends Simon Mercier-Nguyen and Emma Glasser, all Montreal natives, have joined together in forming The Coward and the Pelican. On the band's debut Silhouettes EP they bring all the energy of their youth along with a maturity in musical composition that is beyond their years.

  • the dandy warhols <br/><i>the capitol years</i>

    Although their particular brand of rock 'n' roll might sound radio friendly, or&mdash to be more inline with the more modern (if ill-fitting) vocabulary we're used to 'round here&mdash "poppy," the Dandy Warhols are actually one of the more contentious, combustive American rock bands to grace the scene over the past 20 years. This is perhaps best indicated in the 2004 documentary DiG!, which paralleled the Dandies with psych-rockers The Brian Jonestown Massacre through the friendship of their lead singers, Courtney Taylor-Taylor and Anton Newcombe, respectively.

  • the dead weather <br/><i>sea of cowards</i>

    To say Jack White is talented would be an understatement. His latest musical endeavor, The Dead Weather, consisting of Dean Fertita, Alison Mosshart, and Jack Lawrence, is no exception. With members from The Kills, The Raconteurs, and Queens of the Stone Age, it is a supergroup to end all supergroups. Their sophomore albumSea of Cowards is a feast of balls-to-the-wall blues guitar rock and dirty power pop. With such high expectations for the album, the band delivers. And at just 35 minutes, the album is like a quick and dirty mud wrestling match between blues and hard rock.

  • The Decemberists <br/> <i>We All Raise Our Voices to the Air</i>

    Portland art rockers the Decemberists have a well-earned reputation as being the home of folk rock's hyperliterate elite. With Colin Meloy's love of nautical wordplay and a vocabulary that busts the SAT's grading scale, it takes a certain type of mindset to appreciate their often esoteric themes and lyrics. Despite this, the Decemberists have remained one of the most popular and critically beloved indie acts (until they signed with Capitol Records) of the last decade. Early 2011 saw the release of the group's last full-length, the always fun The King Is Dead. Leave it to the dawning of spring to see the first concert album in the band's history, We All Raise Our Voices to the Air, and while it may not sway any who remain skeptics of the band's literary ambitions, for all true Decemberists fans, it is a pure delight.

  • the decemberists <br/><i>the king is dead</i>

    When the Decemberists signed with Capitol Records, back in 2006, concern arose among some fans that the label would pressure the Portland rockers to push for more mainstream appeal. Instead, the band released what may have been their most inaccessible recordings to date: The Crane Wife, half concept album, half eclectic mix of tracks, including an eerie lullaby about the Shankill Butchers, and 2009's The Hazards Of Love, a rock opera set in a medieval fantasy world, in which the spirit of the forest serves as the lead antagonist. Nevertheless, the band continued to sell out concerts, due largely to a devout fan base who eagerly embrace a challenge; it seems like the biggest risk the Decemberists could take would be recording a stripped-down folk rock album, a la Tarkio circa '99.

  • the depreciation guild <br/><i>spirit youth</i>

    Spirit Youth is an advancement in the band's sound, no doubt about that, the evidence is pretty much right up front. Soundwise their debut was a bit more grainy and Famicom forward... focusing more on the marriage of blips and distorted fender amps than writing hooks or even paying attention to lyrics. This time around they stick to the sappy emotions, but communicate them a little more on the understandable side.

  • The Dig <br/><i>Electric Toys</i>

    Hailing from Westchester County, The Dig have been playing together since the sixth grade. The Dig arent overwhelmingly poppy, and they dont have a sound that is too indie for most listeners, placing them in the happiest medium. Fronted by David Baldwin and Emile Mosseri, it's easy to draw comparisons to the garage sounds of The Strokes and the catchy boyishness of The Postelles in The Dig's debut album, Electric Toys, yet the band is able to distinguish themselves by their ability to seamlessly go from post-punk to slow and meditative tracks in an instant.

  • The Dig <br/><i>Midnight Flowers</i>

    The Dig's Midnight Flowers is the band's second album after 2010's Electric Toys. The new album, released on Buffalo Jump Records, is a less lively, but more thought-out follow-up. Thematically it lands somewhere between remorseful and bitter without sounding adolescent. With lyrics like "You can never break the silence in your heart" and "you close your eyes and all you see is red" Midnight Flowers at first comes across as a little exaggerated. However, on further inspection the listener finds that this Brooklyn band composed an album that is both honest and reflective.

  • the do <br/><em>a mouthful</em>

    Franco-Finnish duo The Do (rhymes with "glow") were the first band to reach the #1 spot in France with an album sung in English. Pretty impressive. Now they're releasing that album, A Mouthful (6 Degrees, in the U.S. From the get go, the sound is...er, strange. But good strange. There's a good strange mash up of different sounding instruments and interesting styles. Which actually makes this one of the best debut albums to come knocking 'round these parts in a while. The vibe is a relaxing one. With it being Friday and all, that's a pretty good thing.

  • the dodos <br />time to die

    There is no doubt that the San Francisco natives, indie folk-pop sweethearts known as The Dodos have mastered the craft and a genre brought into mainstream consciousness by The Shins, but which still lingers at the top of the indie rock radar: a full, lush world of acoustics and strings, layers of arrangements and complexity in what ends up becoming touching pop songs. On their third and latest album Time to Die, The Dodos show a side that echoes the fragility of pieces from their last beautiful album Visiter, but with a more concentrated, cohesive force, a tightened sound and a confidence they well deserve.

  • the dodos <br/><i>no color</i>

    The latest product of alternative, indie-rockers, The Dodos, is their fourth studio album, No Color. The popularity of indie music has provided listeners with unfathomable amounts of experimental projects. Although many unique, sonic explorations continue to surface, we experience countless instances of imitation. The Dodos, however, exemplify musical innovation with their instrumentally alternative means of creating meticulously constructed tunes. The duo's second album, Visiter, was the earliest indicator of their investigative, instrumental techniques. Kroeber's speedy, percussive brilliance was highlighted throughout the album. In their third album, Time To Die, the group receded away from their prior brilliance. No Color, once again, provides listeners with The Dodos' extraordinary deviance from the norm.

  • The Drums <br/><i>Portamento</i>

    The landscape of The Drums has always been sprinkled with synth riffs, catchy guitar and bass parts, and danceable drum beats. The idols they mimic, The Smiths, Joy Division, and The Wake, are never far from reach. They are so close that in some songs, when there is an instrumental break before the next verse, you'll find yourself expecting to hear Morrisey's or Ian Curtis' voice come in. This is what drew me in to The Drums in the first place. But despite putting in a solid effort with Portamento, The Drums latest doesn't always run toe to toe with their influences.

  • The Duke Spirit <br/><i>Bruiser</i>

    Even with the depature of guitarist Dan Higgins, The Duke Spirit continues to exemplify what rock n' roll is, bringing music back to its roots while lightly seasoning tracks with new-age, psychedelic undertones. Although their fan's loyalty and commitment to the rock genre is prevalent by sticking with the somewhat gothic, fully punk sound they started with in 2005 (on their debut album Cuts Across The Land), it seems they can't submit themselves to the popular changes that are taking place in music today. They may be caught in the crossfire of trying be what they were and attempting to be what they're supposed to be-- the lack of inclination to either shows on Bruiser.


  • the end of the world<br /><em>french exit</em>

    When a band called The End of the World pens an album called French Exit, it's fairly obvious the folks behind it have the cessation of things squarely on their mind. Drummer/vocalist Stefan Marolachakis and guitarist Benjamin Smith named their second full-length recording after the not so polite term meaning "to leave without saying goodbye." It's a sour sort of sentiment for sure, but one that's draped over most of the narratives that inhabit the recording, nonetheless.

  • The Explorers Club<br />Freedom Wind

    For a band that deems themselves The Explorers Club, these shaggy purveyors of fun in the sun don’t exactly chart the newest of territories. Their’s is a slightly obsessive, vintage sound; the kind which flickers immediate, weather beaten slides of sixties surf culture upon the mind’s eye. So much so, in fact, that one band and one band only comes to mind over the course of these South Carolina natives’ Dead Oceans debut, Freedom Wind. Brian Wilson would be proud. That or he’d feel entirely ripped off actually.

  • the felice brothers<br /><em>yonder is the clock</em>

    The Felice Brothers do as well as can be asked of any folk band living in the shadow of Dylan and Co., and Yonder is the Clock, for what it lacks in momentum, maintains its worth with a couple of choice sad songs that hang in there with the best of them.

  • the flaming lips <br/><em>embryonic</em>

    Embryionic was supposedly about rebirth, but it feels more like a long, hazy incubation. Mr. Coyne and his army of digitized oddities endlessly float in a sea of their own fuzzy ambiance for 18 tracks, and it is easy to lose oneself in the chaos.

  • The Flaming Lips<br/> <i>The Terror</i>

    Despite their many artistic missteps along the way, The Flaming Lips have truly carved out a unique sphere for their existence as a band over their expansive career that started all the way back in 1983. This kind of artistic freedom doesn't come easy and Wayne is finally enjoying the fruits of his labor. So why the hell does The Terror, the newest album from The Flaming Lips, sound so dystopian?

  • The Gaslight Anthem <br /><em>The '59 Sound</em>

    It's a shame I happened upon The Gaslight Anthem when I did. The New Brunswick NJ outfit's blazing brand of true blue rock and roll would have struck an appropriately monumental tone just three nights prior. Having found myself all but losing my shit in a fantastic, new found feeling of civic pride (along with a delusional pack of hundreds, mind you) at the intersection of Bedford and North 7th in Brooklyn, the only thing missing from such an extraordinary moment was a fitting, cinematic soundtrack blasting, at the very least, in my own head. But, alas, it was in the wake of Tuesday's events, on Wednesday, that I first heard The '59 Sound...which, I suppose will have to do.

  • The Gaslight Anthem <br/> <i>Handwritten</i>

    The '59 Sound was an iconic album for a lot of people; its punk songs about the heartland earned the band a extremely loyal following. The Gaslight Anthem's next record, American Slang, came with a larger label (Mercury) and showed evidence that the band was moving towards a more mainstream sound. Earlier this year, we got our first taste of Handwritten, Gaslight's fourth album. "45" was the single released long before the rest that assured loyalists and casual listeners alike that The Gaslight Anthem hadn't changed. Their sound has grown toward a more classic rock direction, but it still resembled the anthems the band's known for. If they had put any other song forward, there would be more concern -- "45" is perhaps the only the truly old-school Gaslight song on the entire record.

  • the glitch mob <br/><i>drink the sea</i>

    L.A. electronica group The Glitch Mob often conjures up sounds of reverb, pop-rap, and bass-laden tracks. Previously all that could be heard from them was the Crush Mode mixtape. That is until now. Justin Boreta, Ed Ma, and Josh Mayer promise their debut, Drink The Sea, is made "without gimmicks - no glitches, crazy edits or bizarre effects." Rest assured, though, the sound is still purely Glitch Mob; even without the craziness, the band still manages to maintain their dance music sound with a dash of trip-hop.

  • The Gunshy<br /><i>There Is No Love In This War</i>
  • the heavy <br/><em>the house that dirt built</em>

    Missing this thumper from last year would be a huge mistake. The Heavy have a fat sound and the chops to back it up... forty minutes of tearing through their own unique brand of big band funk rock and taking no prisoners. The House That Dirt Built stands so tall, even Letterman wanted more. It isn't often that throwback bands like The Heavy manage to sound vintage in their own way, and it is pleasing to see that Jack White isn't the only guy who can sound like he belongs on vinyl in a way that doesn't sound like a 1960's ripoff. If you like thick bass, thundering drums, wild horn sections, and a lead singer who sounds like a Chris Cornell in his prime/Randy Jackson two-for-one special, then you need some Dirt in your ears, pronto.

  • the heavy <br/><i>how you like me now ep</i>

    The Heavy don't disappoint with their latest EP, How You Like Me Now?, a gritty mishmash of rock, soul and funk inspired grooves. With rough guitar riffs and exultant horns, accompanied by vocalist Kelvin Swaby's crooning, the British band proves yet again that they are a versatile talent. They wear this on their sleeves alongside influences from a stream of major soul and rock acts such as James Brown and The Who.

  • The Heavy <br/><i>The Glorious Dead</i>

    You might be able to attribute The Heavy's 2009 success for their album The House That Dirt Built on our constant desire for things that remind us of the past (Amy Winehouse and The Dap Kings are nodding silently in the background). On their new album, The Glorious Dead, The Heavy is certainly still channeling the James Browns and Curtis Mayfields, but in no way is this anything we've heard before.

  • The Helio Sequence<br /><em>Keep Your Eyes Ahead</em>

    Brandon Summers has had to endure a lot. Following the critical success of The Helio Sequence's third album and SubPop premiere Love and Distance, the wear and tear of touring alongside such indie super groups as Blonde Redhead, Modest Mouse, and Kings of Leon, made Summers crack. Literally. The vocalist, half of the dreamy duo, suffered severe damage to his vocal folds, so much so that the fate of Summer's speaking ability, let alone that of the band, came into question. At first, the performer did what any super-cool, super-tortured artist would in his position: drink. A lot. With his guitar gathering dust in the corner, Summers sought the company of two warm gents named Jack (Daniels) and Jim (Beam). Chalk it up to label pressures, band mate Benjamin Weikel's threats of violence or even the unwanted liquor chub, but the singer/guitarist has finally pulled himself out of this self-[dis]satisfied stupor, and is back with a profound new sound on the recent release Keep Your Eyes Ahead (SubPop).

  • The Hives <br/> <i>Lex Hives</i>

    What makes The Hives so cool? It might be their immaculate matching suits, or their fittingly absurd stage names. It might be their accents. But primarily, The Hives are continually engrossing because they do exactly what they want to do. The liner notes from their new album say it all, "From an original idea by The Hives. Based on a true story about The Hives. By for with and because of The Hives. Cover concept by The Hives. Liner notes by The Hives. Special thanks to The Hives." They're not out for a late-career victory lap, or to spawn a new fad sub-genre. They're making rock music, and doing it with a determination to be faster, louder, and more sinister than anyone else out there... and with their fifth full-length, Lex Hives, The Hives do not disappoint.

  • the hold steady <br/><em>stay positive</em>

    It's pretty straight-forward guys. The first twenty seconds lays it out:

    "Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life”/
    We pound it out on floor toms/
    Our psalms are sing-along songs"

    What more do you need to know, other than Craig Finn and "his friends" have pulled it off again. New classic rock.

  • The Horrors <br/><i>Skying</i>

    The Horrors have done a few interesting things with Skying, their latest romp. The band integrates a few of modern alternative quirks quite well with an appealing and even-tempered sound on top; percussive oddities give way to pleasant choruses, and crunchy synths melt into reverberated hooks. Skying is a concentrated reduction of a plethora of stadium rock, stripping out the extraneous bits of bloated fluff and focusing on what makes a good, loud, reverb-soaked alt-rock track (and ultimately an entire album of such) appealing. Moving well beyond their pre-EP buzz and through the rough edges of their youth, The Horrors have found a new maturity on their third LP, the one worthy of their "record collector" rock label.

  • The Instruments of Science and Technology <br /><i>Music From the Films of R/Swift</i>

    Deep, introspective, yet ultimately mind numbing, Richard Swift’s latest project, The Instruments of Science and Technology, proves an outing to the singer songwriter’s new electronic laboratory is an excellent opportunity to get a bit lost in your own head…which is fine depending on what one finds lurking among the neurons. Me? I’m plunging through the cracks of the cerebral cortex to find a collage of mood and thought…all shooting the shit to the kind of industrious pastiche of clicks and beats that could easily be anything to anyone.

  • The Janks <br/><i>Hands Of Time</i>

    When the lead singer of a band describes his debut album as "musical theater," you never know what you're going to get. Personally, that statement made me think that it could be as thick on the cheese as The Darkness was back in the day. On the other hand, it could be a sonic cluster. Sufjan Steven's Illinoise comes to mind with its lush instrumentation and catchy melodies. Turns out The Janks are neither. Their debut album, Hands Of Time, is undeniably theatrical—but not in the way that one might expect. They successfully mix genres like classic rock, blues, and folk with dynamic melodies to tell the story of a boy coming from a broken home with universal appeal to all types of ears.

  • The Joy Formidable<br/> <i>Wolf's Law</i>

    These days, it is somewhat unusual for a sophomore album to effectively portray a band's desired direction. On The Joy Formidable's second album, Wolf's Law we can see just where these grunge hearted rockers heads are turned. Named after the medical theory that bones possess the capability to adapt accordingly to circumstances, Wolf's Law succeeds in exemplifying the band's capability to adapt to a wide sonic of sound.

  • The Killers <br/><i>Battle Born</i>

    On some levels, Battle Born is almost too epic for its own good. The album art includes a muscle car, a stallion and a lightening bolt, so listeners have some idea of what they're in for. All that pomp and circumstance results in a powerful album that finds The Killers firing on all cylinders, but not always delivering. One gigantic success is "Flesh and Bone." The track, and the bonus remix, sound like something out of the 80s mixed with the Drive soundtrack and sets the bar high for the rest of the album. Equally good is the power ballad "The Way It Was," in which Flowers croons and swoons and really push his limits as a vocalist. He effortlessly elongates his vowels -- note the "daaaarrling" mid-song -- and really pushes himself. I haven't heard that much energy from him since Hot Fuss.

  • the kills <br/><i>blood pressures</i>

    Three years following the release of Midnight Boom, the duo of Alison Mosshart ("VV") and Jamie Hince ("Hotel"), provide us with another sonic sampling of sexual aggression in Blood Pressures. While VV spent a short stint with the Dead Weather, the brief separation allowed Hince to legally bind himself to supermodel, Kate Moss. The previous products of The Kills were driven by their rough personas and the lo-fi aesthetics of industrial dismay. The hiatus is a proven success, as Blood Pressures exemplifies two maturing artists.

  • The Knife<br/> <i>Shaking The Habitual</i>

    The Knife wants us to shake the habitual, in every sense: gender, wealth, privilege, and album length. Their third studio album and the first in seven years, Shaking The Habitual is an uncompromising political and artistic manifesto that most bands don't have the talent - let alone the guts - to pull off. The sincerity is overwhelming. Swedish siblings Karin Dreijer Andersson and Olaf Dreijer have taken their experimental sound, already established and acclaimed in Deep Cuts (2003) and Silent Shout (2006) to its logical conclusion: a ninety-eight-minute frenzy, an aural assault that, if you can get through it, is sure to shake you to the core.

  • the knux <br/><em>f-ck you ep</em>

    The Knux may be outwardly vulgar on paper and in their first single, but don't even thing of dismissing them based on NSFW EP names. The duo know how to ride these sticky beats they create better than the drivel thats been polluting the radio these days, posing as "rap." Kentrell "Krispy Kream" Lindsey and Alvin "Rah Almillio" Lindsey (I love these names) have a really well-tuned flow, reminiscent of Big Boi and the Outkast crew (I've said this before and I'll say it again and again) and it pays off immensely; the songs are quick footed and smart sounding, the lyrical jabs sting in all the right places, and by the time we get to the foul-mouthed fifth track, we're inviting the scrutiny on our ears. F*ck me? Whatever you guys say, as long as you rap it. Seriously.

  • the like <br/><i>release me</i>

    LA natives The Like are a set of four pretty, hip and sassy girls with a flair for fashion and a knack for catchy, stylish stuck in your head indie rock anthems. On sophomore album Release Me, they flash an edgy attitude beneath the otherwise 60s girl group inspired snappy pop songs. With the feminist bite of The Long Blondes and the celebratory enthusiasm of The Pipettes, they straddle a fine line between easy trends and their right to a distinctive cutting "cute" they master.

  • The London Souls <br/><i>The London Souls</i>

    The London Souls have a reputation for being a rambunctious, difficult-to-deny live act, and many would swear by this description. Capturing the raw momentum of a crowd-fueled guitar solo or a crunchy distortion mixed with crowd noise and translating it to the studio is not nearly as easy as big production and live capture, and that's where The London Souls self-titled debut loses points—the boys didn't try to make an album born in the studio so much as play with the pan and pump up the bass on loud, rambunctious, and tightly arranged tunes they've been playing at shows.

  • The Long Blondes<br /><i>Someone To Drive You Home</i>
  • the low anthem <br/><i>smart flesh</i>

    The Low Anthem, our friends from Providence, Rhode Island, wooed indie-folk fans with their New England pastoral aesthetics. Artists like Sam Beam had previously revitalized the rustic sound causing an unconscious association between the folk genre and Southern, country life. The Low Anthem's second album, Oh My God, Charlie Darwin, augmented our folk palettes, as it provided a new found appreciation for the land of autumn leaves. While I'm often scorned by the statement, "Labels are for soup cans," it's difficult to avoid recognizing The Low Anthem as the archetype of indie folk. The quartet's output includes attributions from such a wide array of emblematic, folk instruments often disguising them as a complete orchestra. Additionally, the band self-released their two, earliest albums, dumpster diving to collect materials needed to produce album sleeves. Although they are now members of Nonesuch Records, The Low Anthem's latest album, Smart Flesh, embodies the self-assembled grit of passionate music making.

  • the low anthem<br /><em>oh my god, charlie darwin</em>

    Charlie Darwin was a misunderstood man. A lonely man. A man with a lot of big ideas, and not enough people who listened to them. At least, not to the ones that mattered. The ones about lost loves, the ones carried in between tender strings of forgotten instruments, the spaces between words and the echoes of poetic sounds, sandwiched between the rough and raw, explosions of gutsy blues or delicate folk of The Low Anthem's album Oh My God, Charlie Darwin.

  • the magnetic fields <br/><em>realism</em>

    Concluding the "no-synth trilogy" The Magnetic Fields new release Realism sees a refreshing return to the clean tones and balanced mixing fans enjoyed for the ten years leading up to 2008's Distortion. The Boston quartet's continued synthesizer boycott&mdashwhich, tragically, will end when they enter the studio next&mdashhas succeeded in highlighting Stephin Merritt's comically cynical songwriting skills and earned the band unusual measures of esteem in multiple genres, including such polar opposites as noise pop and folk pop. But while the Fields are versatile enough for the one, Realism stands firmly as proof that the band excels at the other.

  • the morning benders <br/><em>big echo</em>

    It is hard to talk about The Morning Benders without reaching for their roots in the sunshine state. Their music seems drenched in the mostly care-free, sun-soaked Pacific coast; an aesthetic combining both a ludicrous life of luxury (miles of beach) and the spirit of American exploration (historically speaking). If bearded, guitar-driven Americana sits in the Grain Belt, on a cold day in Wisconsin, it wishes it could be the smooth scrapes of the Beach Boys sand-and-surf sound. Us cynics in New York can only cower in our Brooklyn wind-tunnels and whimper about Governators. But there is no denying that the west-coast American sound has a strong appeal, especially in a music market saturated with art-pop that leans towards drug-induced freakouts... sometimes we just want to kick back with a margarita. Talking Through Tin Cans certainly felt like California, but with Grizzly Bear (the quintessential New York snooty art band) member Chris Taylor co-producing the new record, there is just enough grit on the windshield to have Big Echo resonating all over the country. Basically, they are the new American heroes (in my book, anyway).

  • the most serene republic<br /><em>...and the ever expanding universe</em>

    The Most Serene Republic must get tired of being bombarded with Broken Social Scene comparisons, but to be fair, there are more than a few similarities. They're a Canadian band on the Arts & Crafts label, notorious for their multitude of members and songs whose perplexing titles are only rivaled by their grandiose structures. But though they're situated firmly in the northern school of vast, intricately layered epicness that brought us the Arcade Fire and the Black Mountain Collective, TMSR demonstrates once again that they can hold their own among the aforementioned sonic yetis.

  • the mountain goats <br/><em>the life of the world to come</em>

    Continuing in their exploration of religious themes, The Mountain Goats' latest release The Life of the World to Come is comprised of twelve tracks, each one inspired by (and titled after) a single verse of the Christian bible. With the same stripped-down sound that fans have come to expect, the Goats trade in pushing the boundaries of their music for once again pushing the boundaries of poetic license.

  • The Mumlers<br /><em>Thickets and Stitches</em>
  • The Naked and Famous <br/><i>Passive Me, Aggressive You</i>

    The Naked and Famous have their song-craft down to a tight, clean formula, despite the multiple layers of synthetic shapes and sounds that characterize the songs on Passive Me, Aggressive You. It's complicated without being messy. The band's playful lyrics enhance the effectiveness of their building blocks. Those pieces consist of several levels of electronic noises, drum machines, and the impeccable harmonies of front-people Alisa Xayalith and Thom Powers—all to an often stunning crescendo. The songs burn with the same pop flair as most of contemporary radio's biggest hits, but the difference here is quantity and quality—a consistent undulating intensity, well thought out ups and downs and everything in between, for the entire LP. It's authentic. Most pop records have one or two singles, a handful of highs at best, but The Naked and Famous have an entire album full of interesting and versatile moments.

  • the national <br/><i>high violet</i>

    High Violet is foreboding and bleak, but appropriately dressed for the occasion; in this instance, The National opted to sound less like the tormented youth embodied by oft compared Joy Division, and instead sound like the tormented maturity embodied in a Vonnegut novel. High Violet is rebellion grown-up and it's fantastic.

  • the national <br/><i>the national</i>

    From the sudden, jarring awareness of adulthood on Alligator to the reluctant acceptance on "High Violet", the National's discography plays out a little like a coming-of-age story, for adults, and the band itself has undergone a similarly pronounced evolution. In 2001, reviews of the self-titled debut album consisted largely of unfavorable comparisons to Silver Jews, while today their music has become almost synonymous with adult rock, at least within the indie scene. This Summer, Brassland Records will be releasing their first major vinyl pressing of the National's self titled first album, providing an opportunity for fans of Alligator, Boxer and High Violet to better understand the band's progression.

  • the new loud <br/><em>can't stop not knowing</em>

    You know that scene in the sci-fi movie when the hero ducks into an underground club to elude the authorities? He's searching for his hacker friend who can clear his name by "jacking into the mainframe" to find the real psychopath bent on world destruction. He pushes through the sweaty, heavily made-up, fetish friendly crowd who are busy dancing hedonistically to some band playing super aggressive, fist-pumping synth-rock.

    The New Loud are that band.

  • the new pornographers <br/><em>together</em>

    The beauty of the New Pornographers and Together is consistency in expectation. TNP sounds exactly the same as they always have, quality and tempo in tact. Case, Newman and Bejar have come together before and will come together again, trading on and off on the lead mic, oscillating from softer tunes like "My Shepard" to the Magnetic Fields-ish "Silver Jenny Dollar", to the soaring classic rockisms of "Your Hands (Together)". Together is the total package, never a dull moment, catering directly to the familiarity of fans.

  • the notwist <br/> <em>the devil, you + me</em>

    After a long hiatus, the follow up to Neon Golden (which dropped in 2002)has appeared. We're happy to report it's the same kind of electronica-pop which made the band infamous, while capturing a new kind of foreboding with it's on-the-edge constructions. Each track feels closer and closer to disaster, and that's part of the appeal of the record: the movement to darkness is beautiful and intricate. Almost like music to watch a natural disaster to... in slow motion. Something equally depressing and awe-inspiring. Marcus and Micha Acher dare the world to "bring in the trouble."

  • the pains of being pure at heart <br/><em>higher than the stars ep</em>

    Their self titled debut had a specific aesthetic to it, and their EP is more of an epilogue than a new chapter in the band's discography.

  • the pains of being pure at heart<br /><em>self titled</em>

    It's rare that in 2009 a quality pop album creeps under the radar without any hype attached, but that's exactly what happened with the self-titled rookie outing from Brooklyn based four-piece The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. Operating somewhere in between the fuzzy hum of shoegaze and the boom-boom-CRASH of amateurish garage (the good kind), The Pains... sound like the composite sketch of every 80's movie soundtrack in the same vein as The Breakfast Club or Pretty in Pink-- veiled and darkly lit with all the beautifully caricatured features of obsessive teenaged idealism (kind of like Molly Ringwald, but with a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette).

  • The Perishers <br /><i>Victorious</i>
  • the phenomenal handclap band <br /><em>the phenomenal handclap band</em>

    Much ado has been made about the soullessness of today's music scene. Honesty takes a back seat to drum machines and heart is sacrificed on the altar of ultimate coolness. But wait, there's hope! Quit losing your religion, don't fear the reaper, skip the Hail Marys, and give your sinning bodies over to the Phenomenal Handclap Band.

  • The Postelles <br/><i>The Postelles</i>

    These days—across all types of music—the uprising of the weird artist has taken over. From the cross-dressing antics of pop queen Lady Gaga, to the out there musical approach of Yeasayer and Animal Collective, to even the depths of hip-hop with the swag techniques of Odd Future and Lil B. Where artists use to get by solely on their musical capability, a newfound endearment for the persona surrounding the artist has instead become the make or break point for fans. For acts that—god forbid—dont have drug problems or dress ridiculously, breaking into mainstream success has proved to be a tougher route. It seems that nowadays, not being weird is, well—weird.

  • the radio dept <br/><i>never follow suit ep</i>

    Just six months after the release of their third full length album, The Radio Dept. have released the completely chilled out, dub inspired EP, Never Follow Suit. The EP gets its name from the single off of Clinging to a Scheme with the same name. The single is not only the namesake but also the second track on the EP, and the center of all the other track's musings. "Never Follow Suit" was a stand alone reggae/dub inspired track on their last album, but the EP shows the band taking that feel and running with it, adding four new songs that cohesively flow into twenty dub-heavy minutes.

  • the radio dept. <br/><em>clinging to a scheme</em>

    The Radio Dept. are an odd band. This fact is immediately evident on the opening track of their 2010 release, Clinging To A Scheme. The opener, "Domestic Scene" is monstrously textured and a little erratic but it's actually a fairly solid primer for the rest of the album. Clinging To A Scheme is an album about finding melody in static.

  • The Rapture <br/><i>In The Grace Of Your Love</i>

    The Rapture may have coined the minimalist dance rock that LCD Soundsystem made famous, but they certainly didn't get to reap the rewards themselves. The band had a few major label albums, but nothing that propelled them beyond the initial kineticism of their early (and arguably only hit with staying power) "House Of Jealous Lovers". Turns out they were meant to stay there in the same mucky plateau as other early aughts, New York darlings with a taste for drums and drum machines, writing songs that didn't reach for the stars. In The Grace Of Your Love brings the band back in a polite fashion, documenting leader Luke Jenner's transition from rock and roll kid to father/husband, and bringing the band back to their underproduced, raw and emotional roots. The sound suits them.

  • the roots <br/><i>how i got over</i>

    "Peace of Light", the opening track on the Roots' new album featuring Dirty Projectors' army of female vocalists, sets the tone for the rest of the album fairly well: How I Got Over is a subdued, restrained effort colored by shades of blue and gray. And, though it's a notable change of pace from previous Roots records, the aesthetic suits them nicely...for a while.

  • The Roots <br/><i>undun</i>

    One should go into undun with some CliffsNotes, in case one is unaware or unclear of the musical endeavor they are about to undertake. The album is about a semi-fictionalized man named Redford Stephens who, despite his best efforts, can not escape the poverty and despair of inner-city life. He tries to escape by becoming and doing things he never wanted to do (street thug, drug dealer). His actions inevitably result in his death. This is his story, so be warned: don't listen to undun if you are in a weird mood. This album is as dark, tragic, and moody as they come. undun is a character study on what pushes a man to take such drastic actions when his back is pushed against a wall. But if you like music that makes you think, or hip-hop that is socially conscious and not just about how many cars someone drives, then listen on and enjoy.

  • The Rosebuds <br/><i>Loud Planes Fly Low</i>

    The charm of the classic female-male duo takes a sobering turn on The Rosebuds' new album Loud Planes Fly Low. Melancholy echoes ring through parts of the track list, undoubtedly the remnants of Kelly Crisp and Ivan Howards break-up. Even though the marriage is over, the couple stays hitched to their old sound. The poignant chord progressions and graceful harmonies haven't gone, it's all just shrouded with an inescapably morose ambiance.

  • the rosebuds<br/><em>life like</em>

    Perhaps the myriad of contrasts is an indication of the bands' latent creativity-- they're fully capable of covering a wide range of musical ground from album to album, drawing from all sorts of worldly influences without being pinned down by the inherent limitations of having "a sound." Or perhaps it's indicative of the creative direction the Raleigh, North Carolina duo are headed in, focusing rather on the inward, haunting complexity of the human psyche. Whatever the case, Life Like is a 33-minute collection of ten songs that couldn't be titled more appropriately.

  • The Rosewood Thieves<br /><i>From the Decker House</i>

    Musicians have modeled themselves after John Lennon for approximately 45 years now, which means newcomers The Rosewood Thieves are entering some seriously congested territory. From the Decker House, the band's debut EP, is a pitch-perfect homage to that musical legend, with frontman Erik Jordan navigating his way around Hammond organs, jangling guitars, and Beatles-esque songwriting. But while other Lennon disciples are content to simply mimic their influences, Jordan also injects these six songs with a down-home blend of folk and country flavor. “Back Home to Harlem” includes a Spanish-styled tango of acoustic guitars and castanet percussion, while standout track “Lonesome Road” switches between quiet, cooing verses and romping honky tonk. The band has already penned its ode to California, too, and the resulting “Los Angeles” opens the EP with all the dreamy, smogged-out beauty of the City of Angels.

  • the ruby suns <br/><em>fight softly</em>

    At the risk of disconnecting entirely, many have followed the dangerous path of Merriweather Post Pavilion and tried to make a record of tape loop sounding psych-synth that sits pretty on the line between pleasant noise and catchy pop. Some have failed miserably. The advantage has often gone to people who, like Animal Collective, came from a place of mystery to begin with (and a loyal fan-base of their babbling nonsense). The Ruby Suns don't come from such a place, rather they've warped their well-known psych-pop to read more pop-psych... as in a little more backwards, a little more obscured.

  • the script <br/><em>the script</em>

    Stay with me on this one.

    So obviously, The Script aren't trying to impress any stuck-up snots, so I'm not going to jump on a high horse and point my sword. And there is something to be said for making music that a) you love and/or b)14-year-old girls love. Because if its both, well then you will probably sell a lot of records and concert tickets, AND have fun doing it, so why not?

  • the script <br/><i>science and faith</i>

    With Science and Faith, gentle rockers The Script continue to cook candy-cane rock with a fresh batch of single-idea songs that reverberate well with the teenage girl crowd. Not much has changed since 2008's self titled debut, aesthetically or otherwise. But despite simplicity and a mostly made-for-TV view of both love and loss, the optimistic hooks and sap-laden bedside chatter is much more enjoyable than a significant amount of today's popular music. Well-written, hummable, and tightly produced, The Script are the epitome of what modern pop rock should be; less hand-holding Jonas Brothers drivel and more talks of whiskey, loneliness and arguments (however watered down for terrestrial radio those vignettes might be). You can knock the content as too PG for Best Drama contention and too risky for Disney, but the music world isn't a Loews Cineplex. If Jason Derulo is the salted Spam of pop music, these guys are the steak. They're real, textured, and universally consumable.

  • the shaky hands <br/><em>let it die</em>

    With 2008's Lunglight hardly put to rest, The Shaky Hands continue to crank out new material with the eleven-track LP release Let It Die. Boasting a cleaner mix and tighter layers, the album rocks just a little bit less than its predecessor, which is actually a good thing, especially for fans of the band's earlier material.

  • The Shins <br/><i>Port of Morrow</i>

    James Mercer is a recording artist. Born in the fires of the studio, from The Shins to Broken Bells, his sonic exploits always seem to sound better peppered with the subtle perfection of his buffet of pop accents. Thus the beginning of Port Of Morrow leads off with the best footwith bubbly chimes, zaps, and aerated drums lifting Mercer's signature timbre into battered lyrics, "The Rifle's Spiral" shows Mercer's lyricism and melodicism both remain intact from Oh, Inverted to "Australia," and beyond. It's strange that songs like "Simple Song" feel so flat on SNL but spring to life here-- proving the importance of sound design, and just how much Mercer's creations depend on the details.

  • the silent league <br/><em>but you've always been the caretaker</em>

    Caretaker, an album drenched in fantastical, sweeping, orchestral pop, and it dips as much as it soars. At their best on their third record, The Silent League takes subtle cues from early Flaming Lips, geeking out with auto-tuned glitz, and vocal sparks. For those who are wondering right off the bat, their inclination for leaning on an orchestra hasn't waned a bit. However, their balladry reaches higher heights, and the balance seems a bit better than previous efforts. But those looking for a changed band better back off, The Silent League is comfortable with their style of bombastic pop, and they've grown into their breeches in a way that isn't changing anytime soon.

  • the silent years <br/><em>the globe</em>

    "The Globe" is certainly just a small fraction of what indie dreamers The Silent years are looking to reach with their third studio album; far-off dimensions and the nether-regions of space and time seem more appropriate a goal for the intricate crafts of this album. Lead singer Josh Epstein must say "everybody" like thirty times... the target audience is obvious, and the glam of the sound is certainly universally appealing. The songs all reach for epic status, with some hitting and some missing; and all of them ultimately averaging out for an enjoyable, if not legendary experience.

  • the spinto band<br /><em>moonwink</em>

    Remember how The OC made a Transatlanticism-era Death Cab the biggest band on the planet for a little bit? And then remember how all your friends swooned over how Garden State was "quirky and deep" and had a soundtrack that featured 20 or so songs from The Shins? Ah, the good ol' days of indie nerd pop.

    Well, just when you thought nerd rock was like, sooo 2005, a group of guys out of Delaware (I know, right?) have crept in under the radar with a full length album fully capable of restoring book-rock back to its former glory.

  • the strokes <br/><i>angles</i>

    Angles is less of a Strokes record and more of a compilation of their solo ambitions with the original lineup supporting each member, but so what? The five rich kids from New York City never really said anything too complicated in their sex-and-boredom opus Is This It, so why expect it ten years later when they have money and no incentive to impress? Back then they wrote fun songs and didn't care, and they were called a scrappy bunch of geniuses who reinvented rock n' roll. Today, their trademark indifference is met with the post-Kid A snark of pens scratching out their street cred. Julian "phones it in", the lyrics are "simple" and "tired". Have any of you even listened to Is This It? The beauty of lines like "Last night/she said/oh baby I feel so fine" is that they don't need to mean anything but "we drink a lot" and "f*ck you". Angles isn't brilliant or game-changing, but it's a hell of a lot more fun than most uber-famous rock bands are after four albums of hating each other.

  • The Strokes<br/> <i>Comedown Machine</i>

    ...Which finally brings me to Comedown Machine, an album that truly feels like a symbolic end to their troubled career from top to bottom. The album art is strangely reminiscent of their debut, except this time their faces are (metaphorically?) blacked out. The album cover features the RCA label trademark imposing over the band name. They have no plans to tour on the album and the music video for lead single "All The Time" doesn't feature any new footage of the band together in one place. Not to mention their original five-album deal with the label has now been fulfilled. The future is uncertain to say the least.

  • the tallest man on earth <br/><em>the wild hunt</em>

    The Tallest Man On Earth might also be the least idiosyncratic man on earth. There is something about The Wild Hunt that defies categorization. TTMOE is a very personable Swedish singer, sprightly and interactive on stage, emulating a Bob Dylan-like Americana, singing about the countryside of his homeland with nothing but an acoustic guitar and minimal background noise. That's the best I could do, and it's still several fragments from various chronologies of music. But that is the true charm of Kristian Matsson... he doesn't need anything but the raw energy of his songwriting to cultivate an attentive ear. The prolific finger-picking from track to track tricks the ear into a sense of variety and layering barely eclipsing "dude-with-a-six-string". And yet, Matsson sounds like a stampede of emotion, cascading down cliffs and over mountains with his guitar (or in one case, with a piano). Either way, the sound is an oxymoron. Gigantic minimalism at its finest.

  • the tallest man on earth <br/><i>sometimes the blues is a passing bird ep</i>

    Kristian Matsson (The Tallest Man on Earth) is from Sweden, and plays Americana-folk pop better than any American act of the aughts. Need proof? Sometimes the Blues is a Passing Bird, a five-track addendum to this year's earlier full-length The Wild Hunt, is a good place to start. An artful blend of poetry and arpeggiated fingerplucking, Matsson's music often draws him comparisons to a young Bob Dylan. But aside from raspy vocal inflections, the singer-songwriter similarities are superficial at best. While Bobby Zimmerman wore his heart on his sleeve with political zeal, Matsson's heart is quiet and introspective. Shy, even. You get the sense that The Tallest Man on Earth was once left for dead, his heart violently fractured into pieces throughout his chest; his music, an elegant and painful way of piecing it all back together.

  • The Tallest Man on Earth <br/><i>There's No Leaving Now</i>

    In 2010, The Tallest Man on Earth's "King of Spain" was the indie equivalent of a Katy Perry song. It was everywhere and inescapable, but it wasn't flashy enough to convert everyone into an instant fan. The Tallest Man on Earth has always been something of an acquired taste. The Swedish singer-songwriter has always been holed-away in a very specific sound. Now we have reason to believe that said sound isn't going anywhere. As the album title and track name may suggest, Krisitian Matsson has settled into a rhythm and 'there's no leaving now.' His past albums and EPs presented listeners with consistent indie folk. When There's No Leaving Now came out in July, there was no change in the formula. It was more intricate finger-picking and opening tuning topped off with Matsson's nasal-y Dylan-esque voice. Anyone who was underwhelmed or surprised hasn't been listening.

  • the temper trap <br/><em>conditions</em>

    The Temper Trap turn riffs into exercises in rhythm, referencing the early successes of anthem-creating bands like U2 and Coldplay. Single "Sweet Disposition" really displays quite a bit of this influential noise, the reverberated riff, the driving kick, it all spells out the building blocks of a pop hit. Luckily, the same principles are applied in new and interesting ways all over the record.

  • The Temper Trap <br/><i>The Temper Trap</i>

    It's been some time since we've heard from Australian alt band The Temper Trap, after the massive success of their debut album Conditions and the ever-so-catchy single, "Sweet Disposition." The now quintet is peddling a fuller sound with their self-titled sophomore album. While the band was surely looking to show artistic growth, many might view the change as being too drastic. The sweet falsetto of Dougy Mandagi is still there, although it's hidden under a lower register and fuller instrumental melodies. With the goal of not producing the same album twice, The Temper Trap strived to change their sound, and change they did.

  • the thermals <br/><i>personal life</i>

    On Personal Life, The Thermals seem less angry at the establishment, or perhaps more concerned with their own relationships and romances. It's a literally named album. Hutch Harris spends the majority of the time thinking his thoughts, and the band provides their trademark punk-y backup. It's got all of the sound and none of the God-mongering stuff, which makes it slightly more bearable for people who don't exactly gravitate towards the musical megaphone of political science. My own thoughts mostly concern the lack of politics being worth the lack of conviction. But is that really even the case?

  • the twilight sad <br/><em>forget the night ahead</em>

    Taking over the "wall of sound" for the songwriter, The Twilight Sad's second album Forget The Night Ahead guarantees them a spot at the helm of the experimental/prog rock flagship. Channeling the contrasting ups and downs of Explosions in the Sky and peppered with repetitive songwriter lyrics, The Sad have brought together two aspects of the musical world that are long overdue for a little harmony.

  • The Unthanks <br/> <i>Diversions: Vol. 1: The Songs of Robert Wyatt and Antony and the Johnsons</i>

    Live concert recordings can be a mixed bag. Some bands thrive on the freeform jam experience, and live recordings of their songs are considered the "definitive" versions. Live/Dead is as legendary as it is for a reason. However, more often than not, live albums simply lack the polish and attention to detail that made the studio records so mesmerizing. When I began The Unthanks live concert recording of beloved tracks by baroque pop artist Antony and the Johnsons and avant-garde jazz musician Robert Wyatt, I was obviously skeptical of pairing these classic tracks with covers by British folk musicians. All readers can leave those trepidations at the door because Diversions Vol. 1: Live from the Union Chapel: The Songs of Robert Wyatt and Antony and the Johnsons is a hauntingly beautiful take on some of the most inherently gorgeous music of the last ten years.

  • The Vaccines <br/><i>What Did You Expect From The Vaccines?</i>

    You'll know exactly what to expect from the Vaccine's debut album after listening to the opening track, "Wreckin Bar (Ra Ra Ra)": old age punk meets new age indie. Not only is What Did You Expect from The Vaccines? catchy as hell, but it establishes the London based rock band as a presence that indie-rock fans will either love, or have to live with, because it looks like The Vaccines are probably here to stay.

  • the veils  <br /><em>sun gangs</em>

    The Veils have been through many changes since their inception in 2002. But while the band has seen its share of band members come and go, the pillar known as Finn Andrews has remained the same. Keeping with a series of cryptic album titles (The Runaway Found, Nux Vomica) the band has decided to name their latest full length LP Sun Gangs. This time around the band has provided a nice mlange of songs ranging from gritty rock anthems, to some more subdued, even eerie pieces, resulting in what can only be described as their most diverse record to date.

  • the verve<br/><em>forth</em>

    I suppose there are those who will tell you that the Verve are as important as any band to bust out of Britain in the mid nineties - though I can only suppose as I have personally never met such a person. But they're out there, and again - I can only suppose here - are most likely excited about Forth; the first album from Richard Ashcroft and co. in eleven years. But if the band had any desire to pick up new converts, or impress those who know them only as the band that ripped off the Stones (effectively making their biggest single a massive wash) they may want to consider casting a penny into the nearest fountain they can find. Their wish? One that will allow them to give their comeback album another go. Because this baby is a bit of a bore...one that actually makes Coldplay's latest like a walk on the wild side.

  • The Walkmen <br/><i>Heaven</i>

    The Walkmen's Heaven starts off on an unusually soft note. Their starting track, "We Can't Be Beat," consists mostly of acoustic guitar, triangle and a touch of backing vocals. It's a far cry from their past more rollicking songs, like "The Rat" off of Bows + Arrows. The calm of "We Cant Be Beat" crescendos as instruments and voices are delicately added on, transforming the song into more of a mantra than an opening note. By beginning on this footing, The Walkmen set up Heaven as their most tranquil and grown-up sounding album yet.

  • the walkmen <br/><i>lisbon</i>

    Lisbon, the new album from The Walkmen is a minimalist affair. Recorded in only 5 days at their recently relocated Marcata Studios, the new album shows the band keeping it soulful on some occasions, slow on others, country on a few, and downright simple on all.

  • The Wallflowers <br/><i>Glad All Over</i>

    "It's a dream, it's a dream, girl you're gonna wake up," Jakob Dylan tells us about halfway through The Wallflowers' new album, Glad All Over. Well, at least this album isn't a dream we'll wake up from -- it's a reality. After seven long years, The Wallflowers have finally joined forces again.

  • The War On Drugs <br/><i>Slave Ambient</i>

    The War On Drugs has come a long way during their tenure, through lineup swaps and subtle sound adjustments. The project is very much Adam Granduciel's baby, despite the frequent (and irrelevant) press notes about the (arguably) more well-known Kurt Vile, or the lack of him. The pair continue to collaborate, and Granduciel frequently plays in Kurt's touring band, but it's not important here. What is important is that The War On Drugs has managed to craft one of the finest bits of Americana-twinged Philly rock of the year.

  • The Weeknd <br/><i>Echoes Of Silence</i>

    Abel Tesfaye is still a mystery to us, despite his omnipotent presence in the hip-hop mainstream. Production duties on Drake tracks made him well-known, and his first two free mixtapes (House of Balloons, Thursday) have done a fairly good job of establishing his aural fixations. No one is questioning his R&B oeuvre, the man has already laid down two albums worth of soulful (and often memorable) songs full of gooey emotes, seduction, and dark undertones. Echoes Of Silence continues along this vein, so much so that we're beginning to wonder, where is it all headed? Dude's still panning like crazy.

  • the weeknd <br/><i>house of balloons</i>

    With The Weeknd's debut, House of Balloons, it is clear that they won't be following anybody's rules but their own. They forfeited any concern for beginner's profit by putting the mixtape up online for free, toyed expressively with the classic boundaries of R&B, and opened up about sinister subject matters with unashamed indifference towards any consequences.

  • The Wombats<br /><i>The Wombats EP</i>
  • the wombats<br/><i>The Wombats Proudly Present - This Modern Glitch</i>

    I remember The Wombats being as genuinely wonky as their namesake. As a random release that somehow made its way across my desk some four years ago, the band's self-titled EP was fairly typical in its components; queue the kind of giddy globs of dance floor-ready beats, electrifying fretwork, and melodic hooks that bands like Bloc Party, Artic Monkeys, and Franz Ferdinand all seemed to flaunt the moment the calendar struck 2000. But where the Liverpool trio truly excelled, even then, lay in singer Matthew Murphy's hopelessly self-deprecating tales of woe, primarily in the (failed) pursuit of wooing the fairer sex. Slap-ups on the dance floor, fears of starring in a real life rom-com, pathetic crushes on disastrous women; these were self-confessionals rooted in awkward, teenage fears of beautiful women. I guess some men never seem to shake such social apprehensions.

  • the xx <br/><em>xx</em>

    The self-titled debut from The XX has a striking subtlety, a poignant disorganization, and a series of affecting lyrics; a trifecta of immaturity rarely accomplished by such a young, brash band. There is a formidable lack of gimmicks. There is no discernible self-righteous song-writing. XX has almost no climactic moments, no shimmering orchestral magic. There is little to no innovation. But something is pulling at the ears, an undertow of raw emotion and desire, squeezing the heart.

  • The xx <br/><i>Coexist</i>

    Coexist was first shared with a single fan about a week before its 9/11 release. From there, it was streamed and tracked, in order to create a majestic visualization that demonstrated the fast-spreading virus the album infected upon the internet. (No computers were harmed in the process - well, not that I know of, anyway.)

  • them crooked vultures <br/><em>them crooked vultures</em>

    Them Crooked Vultures are exactly what you would expect from a supergroup comprised of former/present members of Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age, and Led Zeppelin (kind of). By that I mean they rock pretty hard, write good songs, will sell lots of records and concert tickets, etc. Most "supergroups" form as a pass time for tired musicians who've exhausted their work with the bands that made them famous, OR by musicians who can't stick to one stream of output and need an outlet for the excess, and.. wait. That sounded kind of gross, let me rephrase. This band is more or less a recreational activity. TVC is not quite The Deadweather level of blow-your-mind significance, but its still pretty good. Just knowing the faces (Homme, Jones, Grohl), its tough to imagine it'd be obviously bad. In fact its exactly what you'd expect. Most of the record rocks really hard in the way you probably already heard it in your head.

  • these new puritans <br/><em>hidden</em>

    Abandoning their repetition of numbers for bass clarinets and brilliant orchestral swoons, These New Puritans have crafted a record of both haunting progressions and unsettling beauty. It has always been tough to mistake them for "light listening" but now more than ever they've written songs like cement shoes in the sea of intensity. The beginning of Hidden sounds more like a 20th century opera than a rock record, but TNP quickly switch gears into a rhythmic pulsation worthy of the legends of Brit-rock, complete with ominous low-tone verse and a riff that sounds both brutally primitive and futuristic. Think cave-men with moonraker lasers.

  • these united states <br/><em>everything touches everything</em>

    Hopefully not to follow in the footsteps of other under appreciated alt-country gems, These United States have cranked up the juice with their third album, Everything Touches Everything. Drawing from Americana champions Wilco and even The Hold Steady, TUS rip through lyricism and electric guitars like shooting beer cans in the woods of Kentucky. Add the fact that this is the third full length in 18 months, and you add prolific to the list of promising qualities found with the fivesome.

  • These United States<br /><em>A Picture of the Three of Us at the Gate To The Garden Of Eden</em>

    First things first…Let’s just go ahead and get it over with. A wince, a cringe, a flinch…whatever it is you happen to call that semi “huh?” reaction that inevitably traces the mind the first time you read “These United States”. Just who’s got the moxie to represent themselves in such a way? Well, the answer to that question belongs to Jesse Elliot – a wilder, more poetically American name in indie rock there is not. And after several listens to his recently released debut album, A Picture of the Three of Us at the Gate To The Garden Of Eden, you’ll have no need to wonder why.

  • They Shoot Horses Don't They?<br /><i>Pickup Sticks</i>
  • Thrice <br/><i>Anthology</i>

    After nearly 13 years of making music, Southern California's post-hardcore outfit Thrice declared a hiatus 2 months after releasing their latest LP Major/Minor. As a culmination of the past 10 years of touring and putting out records (including 8 LPs, 3 live releases, and a handful of EPs), Thrice released Anthology on Oct. 30th.

  • throw me the statue<br /><em>creaturesque</em>

    Seattle natives and indiepop stars Throw Me the Statue sing the sort of perfectly crafted, instantly lovable yet not superficial pop that countless bands aspire to and few can master, with charm and an effortless yet genuine style that they polish to a summer gleam on their sophomore album Creaturesque. It is dreamy and soft, at times catchy with an impossibly enthusiastic force so that certain hooks and choruses produce hand claps and tapping feet, at times with a slow, lush dark fog over these melodic songs.

  • Throw Me The Statue<br /><i>Moonbeams</i>

    With tracks titles like "This is How We Kiss", and "Written in Heart Signs, Faintly", Throw Me The Statue's latest release, Moonbeams is infused with plenty of lovey-dovey ethos. Yet, TMTS, conceived by singer-songwriter Scott Reitherman, never even skirts on the cloying and annoying. With punchy accordion playing, 8th beat drumming, and xylophone touches evocative of a child's toy piano, fan-fav "Lolita" tastes like sleep-away camp and sounds the way a teenage romance can only be perceived in hindsight: We don't have the overzealous intensity of a emo track but a genuinely lighthearted and up-tempo pop tune that inevitably explodes into a premature mess of notes and hormones. Reitherman never takes himself too seriously, and that’s what makes the album so cohesive and enjoyable.

  • Thunderbirds are Now!<br /><i>Make History</i>

    Thunderbirds are Now! have grown up since 2005's Justamustache, which combined frenzied guitars and keyboards with all the sugar-loaded hyperactivity of a kindergarten classroom on the day after Halloween. On Make History, the group tones down the craziness in favor of poppy, focused songwriting. Frontman Ryan Allen's voice is still nasal and high-pitched, and his songs haven't lost the kinetic energy that landed his band a spot on the Frenchkiss roster. The Thunderbirds are simply more focused now, with choruses and memorable melodies taking precedence over the musical freakouts that've dotted their past albums.

  • thurston moore <br/><i>demolished thoughts</i>

    Thurston Moore's impact on indie music parallels Emerson's influence on American literature, and his appointment of Beck, as his Thoreau, to produce his forthcoming solo-album, Demolished Thoughts, replicates an instance of spectacular, sonic Transcendentalism. For you laymans, it's as if Superman and Batman joined forces. Moore, however, has relinquished his Sonic Youth, radical tuning, and replaced it with chordal precision. Ranked 34th in Rolling Stone's "100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time", there's little shock surrounding the excellence of his latest acoustic endeavor.

  • Tilly and the Wall <br/><em>O</em>

    O, the third record from the literally toe-tapping Tilly and the Wall, starts exactly like a Tilly song has always started; a simple guitar strum, eighth note pattern, with a simple progression and an upward moving, if not slightly melancholic melody. "When there wasn't anywhere for me to go, I stumbled into deep love with your rock and roll" cries the band in unison, and then they do just that: stumble into rock and roll with more than just the traditional piano/tap dancer combination... we have fuzzy guitars, hard electric riffs, and a lead in to the albums fiery second track "Pot Kettle Black." It's at this point where you should be sitting back and saying to yourself: this is not going to be the same old Tilly.

  • tim fite<br /><em>change of heart</em>

    Change of Heart finds Fite abandoning (mostly) the stylized, artistic persona he's created over the years. In its' place is a humble musician rummaging painful emotions, tossing tokens of loss in to the heart's fire, and fanning the flames with the pain of a broken relationship. It's heart breaking, really, not to mention the most vulnerable material Fite has released to date.

  • tim kasher <br/><i>the game of monogamy</i>

    Tim Kasher doesn't want to grow up. While many think of adulthood as job security, white fences and nuclear families, there is an equal and opposite force that, once free of school and guardianship, continually craves a more dynamic mode of living through freedom of choice and mobility. The two inherently conflict. The Game Of Monogamy, on the surface, refers to relationships, and maybe marriage, but a monogamous life in stereotypical middle America (where Kasher grew up) has numerous implications that are explored here; you must provide, you are expected to raise children, and you certainly can't live as you would a single, untethered man. Slavery to a societal system is sometimes part of getting older, but what if our desires don't quite line up with the structure? That is the question Kasher has posed again and again, and with Monogamy we find him no closer to the answer that he was ten years ago. "I don't want a kid and I can't keep being one".

  • tim williams <br/><em>careful love</em>

    Last month Tim Williams played a guest apartment spot here at Baeble and meeting him lent another angle to his music; he's a really nice guy, articulate, and gentle, like his music. Not that, in order to get good marks, musician have to mesh with their public voice, but that symmetry lends new authenticity to Williams' music for me.

  • timber timbre <br/><em>timber timbre</em>

    With melodies that run rich like hymnals and imagery ripe with temptation and dread, the self-titled album from Canadian folk-rock group Timber Timbre lingers long after the music has stopped. As one of 2009's most promising artists and Polaris Prize Longlist recipient, Timber Timbre is a macabre patchwork of Gothic and gospel influence. On this, the band's third release, front man Taylor Kirk has fine tuned a sound that is both strange and familiar, drawing from a range of distinctly American genres.

  • timber timbre <br/><i>creep on creepin' on</i>

    Taylor Kirk's ominous foray into other-wordly blues is just as spooky as its always been, but this time, the gimmick is met with a fresh amount of soulful sonic consistency. With a name like Timber Timbre, it's not a shock that Kirk's croon is right at home in, say, the woods at night, and the title Creep On Creepin' On should definitely win an award for some combination punny description category. But beyond the slow chugging train of bluesy progressions, Kirk's dirge-y ballads and echoed cries of rituals and swamp magic are met with intention to derail.

  • times new viking <br/><em>born again revisited</em>

    The only thing that could possibly be more ironic than lo-fi music is good lo-fi music. We're not talking the grandfathered lo-fi of bands like Guided By Voices which is, all things considered, far too produced to continue to qualify for the emerging genre. No, we're talking lo-fi saturated with white noise and overpowering guitars. We're talking lo-fi with peaked vocals, garage-style reverb, and muddy lyrics. We're talking lo-fi with keyboard sounds reminiscent of the plastic five-octave Casio I had when I was ten. True, when you add all of these qualities together you should end up with something that sounds painful at the very least. Yet Times New Viking has, with their fourth full-length record Born Again Revisited, successfully turned audible agony into an unlikely pleasure.

  • tiny vipers <br /><em>life on earth</em>

    Tiny Vipers's new album Life on Earth offers pieces of spaced acoustic finger pickings, dark melodies, and faint shadows shuffling beneath the beauty of Seattle based singer Jesy Fortino's solitary, haunting voice. The sparse, slow burn of her songs is rare in a time that increasingly emphasizes instant and forced flashiness.

  • titus andronicus<br/><em>the monitor</em>

    Titus Andronicus are a garage band with an above average intelligence. They aren't just guys who listened to way too much My Bloody Valentine and wanted to experiment with feedback. They've proven they're smart.

    On their second and newest release The Monitor, though, it feels like they're over-doing the big concepts. They've taken the shoegaze, post-hardcore, indie rock vibe they had and stretched it out, both style-wise and in average track time.

  • Titus Andronicus<br/><i>Local Business</i>

    It's quite impressive how Titus Andronicus is capable of packing an entire adolescence into forty-five minutes. With a steady punk drive and front man Patrick Stickles' unwavering and often critical wailing, Local Business is a well-formed reflection on one's self, and how coming down from any high can be just as shaky as a bad trip.

  • Tokyo Police Club <br /><em>Elephant Shell</em>

    Given the heaping help of hype that accompany this one, one could be forgiven for confusing Tokyo Police Club’s Elephant Shell (Saddle Creek) for anything but a debut album. Plenty of folks sort of lost their collective shit over A Lesson in Crime’s 16 minutes worth of music back in ’06. And both the Smith EP and the Your English is Good single have helped tide fans of the band’s crystalline song craft over since then. All of which actually makes Elephant Shell Tokyo Police Club’s debut full-length…if 28 measly minutes qualifies as a long player.

  • tokyo police club <br/><i>champ</i>

    Champ, the new record by the Canadian band Tokyo Police Club, begins promisingly with the songs "Favorite Food" and "Favorite Color." The first tune hints at an adventurous musical sensibility, with panned chunks of synth noise, a mournful melody and an eye for garish images and random detail. "Favorite Color" is a straight up swing for the charts, mildly ironic power pop of the kind Fountains of Wayne and Weezer used to pull of convincingly "Tell me what's your favorite color?/Tell me how's your younger brother?/ What grade is he in?" The blandness of the questioning is deliberate as seen through the eyes of a teen painfully trying to make conversation.

  • toro y moi <br/><em>causers of this</em>

    Causers of This, the new album by Toro Y Moi is a singularly cool work of solitary greatness and Chaz Bundick, the man behind it, is the new king of bedroom rock. Call it glo-fi, chillwave, dreamwave, or whatever wave you've got lying around, this is genre-busting music.

  • Toro y Moi<br/> <i>Anything in Return</i>

    Stating the obvious, Toro y Moi makes chillwave. Causers of This: chillwave. Underneath the Pine: chillwave. This is not to say that either of these records sound like each other. In fact, Chaz Bundick, the young man behind Toro y Moi, clearly progresses and warps his brand of the small genre with each record, utilizing a new set of sounds that are bound together by a few key elements that maintain continuity in his music. On the latest Toro y Moi LP, Anything in Return, Bundick does it again, this time taking recognizable pop and R&B sounds and making his liveliest record to date.

  • Tribes <br/><i>We Were Children EP</i>

    With such fervent longing for the ennui rock of the mid '90s, combined with the ironic disillusionment of our current pop landscape and its plethora of Ke$ha type sing-song slop, it's surprising no one sounding suspiciously like Blur has yet taken up the mantle of arena rock. The Jack White empire of dirty guitars and bad-ass attitude seems to be the flavor of the moment, with insufferable cool like the Black Keys presenting the only competition to soft-rock's early aught champions (Coldplay), and indie rockers who remain true to themselves and inexplicably become super-famous despite the odds (Arcade Fire).

  • Tu Fawning <br/><i>A Monument</i>

    Combining tribal and folk genres has rarely created such a soft and unusually delicate sound as Tu Fawning achieves in their second album, A Monument. The album gives listeners a hauntingly beautiful mixture of strength and vulnerability, combined with uniquely accented melodies that give the album a refreshing feel from start to finish. With accenting textures and poetically progressive lyrics, A Monument will grab your attention and won't let it go.

  • tune-yards <br/><i>w h o k i l l</i>

    It's not too often that a new record stands out as a truly exceptional experience. Merrill Garbus first caught our attention with BiRd-BrAiNs, which was praised for its unique and raw qualities (being captured entirely on a handheld voice recorder). But her latest tUnE-yArDs production, w h o k i l l, is a genre-bending model of sonic enlightenment.

  • Tunng<br /><i>Good Arrows</i>
  • turbo fruits <br/><em>echo kid</em>

    Just to give those of you that are unfamiliar with the Turbo Fruits an idea of what we're dealing with here, the band cites as some of their favorite pastimes "cliff jumping, cheap domestic beer, chainsaws, and porn". And yes, these influences are pretty evident on their frantic garage rock sophomore album Echo Kid. The Nashville based trio really seems to know how to channel that good old rotted left ventricle of rock and roll: let's drink a little too much, take off some clothes, smoke something, and have a good time. Despite all of the underage drinking and paint huffing, Echo Kid showcases some pretty sophisticated (no really!) blending of 50s, 60s, and 70s rock and punk, with various undertones of front man Jonas Stein's Be Your Own Pet days, of course. This time around the boys have thrown in a bit more melodic hooks and overall the album has a more fleshed-out feel than their debut.

  • tv on the radio <br/><i>nine types of light</i>

    TV On The Radio match poetic verse with a chromatic backdrop of wildly experimental instrumentation, and their creations have already solidified a positioning as the most influential indie group of the last decade. TVOTR is known for creating music that thematically links their subconscious, societal disapproval to a metamorphosis into aggressively sexual beasts. While their earliest works were more suited as soundtracks of a debaucher's Armageddon, their latest product, and fifth full-length, Nine Types Of Light, is far less disorienting and noticeably higher in spirit.

  • Twin Shadow <br/><i>Confess</i>

    George Lewis Jr., aka Twin Shadow, recently said in an interview, "At this point, my life has nothing to do with being in a long-term relationship. I'm starting to question the importance of truly existing with someone, if it's really healthy at all." Those two sentences sum up his second full-length album, Confess, pretty well. Confess is an album full of love songs, but not in the traditional sense. Instead, Lewis Jr. is speaking about love on a heart-breakingly honest level and seeing it for what it sometimes is -- just a game.

  • Two Door Cinema Club <br/><i>Beacon</i>

    Two Door Cinema Club's sophomore effort Beacon is your new favorite album. It is track after track of bright foot-friendly-pop that will leave you dancing. Produced out in Los Angeles, under the watchful eye of Jacknife Lee, Beacon sounds like the California sun sung by Irishmen. Beacon meets the standard set by Two Doors debut Tourist History, while also making expansions in few areas. The band combines intricate guitar riffs and glittery synths to form a mature and ambitious sound that delivers on every level and earns Beacon a spot next to its predecessor.

  • Two Gallants <br/><i>The Bloom and the Blight</i>

    Two Gallants have always seemed like they're from some other time, or rather, some time that has never existed. Playing songs that border on country, rock, and metal, with gothic and folklore themes, it's as if the band grew up in Civil War-era Appalachia before they took a time machine to the 21st century to discover metal music. Imagine The White Stripes scoring the Hatfield-McCoy Feud. Two Gallants' odd mix of styles has historically produced varied results -- some profound sense of timelessness, and some indecipherable mush. The Bloom and the Blight is an overall harder album, but the same highs and lows remain.

  • TYLER THE CREATOR <br/><i>GOBLIN</i>

    Somewhere at the intersection of art and awe, Tyler The Creator births grotesque stories that exploit the taboos of society by celebrating them as punchlines (almost literally). It's tough to stomach his characters — the brash and unhinged bastard youth, the ignorant, the rapist, the violent misogynist — and even harder to separate these voices from Tyler himself (who is often accused of being all of the above). To talk about Tyler's music, lyrical content should be considered separate. The overall sound of the production and Tyler's impeccable ability to string sentences together are among the most impressive elements of his work, and don't necessarily hinge on context. Though marred by ugly stories and words, the sound of his lyrical flow is no less beautiful. And though hindered by vulgar barriers to entry, his album is no less of a success or accessible to those willing to explore the terrain.


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