Kira Lynn Cain, 'The Ideal Hunter' (Evangeline)

Bay Area torch singer fades into wisps of blue smoke.

On her debut album, Kira Lynn Cain's vocals are more felt than heard among slumbering rhythms, decadent strings, piano, organ, and delicate acoustic guitar. The dreamscapes alternate between early-'70s French pop (see Françoise Hardy's La Question) and incidental music for a film to be named later.

T Bone Burnett, 'Tooth of Crime' (Nonesuch)

Oh brother, where art thou dark wit, listenable songs?

Few musicians conjure apocalyptic dread better than Burnett, and few plays foresaw a world of toxic entertainment more presciently than Sam Shepard's 1972 Tooth of Crime. So a Burnett album based on Shepard's old project makes sense. But between the singer/songwriter's hectoring-preacher delivery and predictable surf-guitar-noir arrangements, the result is one dreary sermon.

Lil Mama, 'Voice of the Young People' (Jive/Zomba)

Hip-hop's dazzling girl wonder tries to grow up fast.

Originally planned for release last September, this 18-year old Brooklyn fireball's debut album follows a year-long string of singles and semi-singles.

Bun-B, 'II Trill' (Rap-a-Lot/Asylum)

After partner's passing, H-town's baddest dude bounces back.

Legendary Houston fixture Bun B has a flair for Southern-fried folksiness and lyrics that are as poignantly evocative as they are salaciously entertaining.

Blue Scholars, "Butter&Gun$' (Massline/Rawkus)

Seattle duo's Uzi weighs a ton, in the brainpower department.

As proponents of a style that blends dense lyricism, West Coast jeep beats, and progressive politics, Blue Scholars are one of underground hip-hop's most challenging voices. Their third EP includes "Loyalty," a standout track from last year's inspiring Bayani album, two new songs (including the anthemic antiwar, pro-democracy title track), plus three instrumentals.

The Black Angels, 'Directions to See a Ghost' (Light in the Attic)

Trying to make the 432nd acid trip just as trippy as the first.

Named after the most abrasive track on the first Velvet Underground album, this druggy sextet from Austin, Texas, reach for spine-prickling, horror-inducing sonic deliverance. Like their 2006 debut, Passover, Ghost drowns in Spacemen 3–like drone, feedback, and reverb until the tunes congeal into a deliberately muddy, impenetrable trance.

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