The Constantines, 'Kensington Heights' (Arts&Crafts)

Canadian indie contenders timidly cut their Summerteeth.

Running Jeff Tweedy's rasp through power-chord guitar fuzz should be a can't-miss career move; and with Wilco "maturing," Toronto's Constantines are trying to ease into that niche. At least that seems to be the theory. In practice, Kensington Heights is a mixed bag of aesthetically correct placeholders: "Our Age" and "Life or Death" offer twangy verses but no payoff hooks.

The Chapin Sisters, 'Lake Bottom LP' (Plain Recordings)

Los Angeles family folk trio tinge their harmonies with dark wit.

In 2004, the Chapin Sisters' acoustic cover of Britney Spears' "Toxic" began popping up on Los Angeles radio stations; the trio may have been singing through smirks, but they converted the dance-pop grind into a genuinely unnerving (maybe even prescient?) saga of self-destruction.

Buckshot & 9th Wonder, 'The Formula' (Duck Down)

Seasoned Brooklyn gunclapper finally eases back on the trigger.

More than a decade after eviscerating MCs on his classic Black Moon recordings, Buckshot has settled into a comfortable middle age. Like a once-great boxer, his fearsome rap flow has slowed into a punchier cadence. On The Formula, Buckshot amiably dispenses wisdom and business strategies over 9th Wonder's languid soul loops.

The Brian Jonestown Massacre, 'My Bloody Underground' (A)

Batty Bay Area bad boy still keeping on his mean side.

Wondering if the 2004 documentary Dig!'s harsh depiction of Brian Jonestown mastermind Anton Newcombe might've caused Newcombe to reevaluate his loose-cannon shtick?

Billy Bragg, 'Mr. Love & Justice' (Anti-)

Socialism with a dodgy nose, big heart, neighborly tunes.

The 50-year-old rabble-rouser hasn't always done a good job of keeping the no-fun didacticism out of his liberal-humanist protest songs; more than once during the past two decades, he's released a record that's easier to admire than like. Here, though, leading a band that includes former Faces keyboardist Ian McLagan, Bragg gets the balance of message and music just about right.

Boris, 'Smile' (Southern Lord)

Strap on your helmet and let the noise bury you blissfully.

If Boris's 2006 American breakthrough, Pink, was one long earthquake of speed metal, shoegaze, and stoner grunts and shouts, consider the Japanese sludge trio's follow-up album the aftershock.

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