Nico Muhly, 'Mothertongue' (Brassland)

Former Björk pianist brings a digital jitter to highbrow crowd.

Finally, the 21st century gets a classical-music artist befitting the times: information- inundated, busied, riddled by ADD. Connecting blue-haired symphony subscribers to indie-rock bedheads, the twentysomething New York composer is all over the place on his second disc.

Seun Kuti & Egypt 80, 'Seun Kuti & Egypt 80' (Disorient)

Nigerian music royalty keeps the family business jammin'.

Taking charge of his late father's crew, the youngest son of Afro- beat superstar Fela Anikulapo Kuti strikes a commanding pose on his swaggering debut. Yet the 25-year-old scion often seems restrained, suggesting a rude noise being toned down for polite society.

K'naan, 'The Dusty Foot Philosopher' (Interdependent Media)

Afro-Canadian MC channels Eminem, Q-Tip, and Bob Marley.

"If I rhymed about home and got descriptive / I'd make 50 Cent look like Limp Bizkit," claims this Somali expat on "What's Hardcore," a bleak but bouncy throwdown from his debut album. The dude isn't kidding: K'naan grew up in the war-ravaged streets of Mogadishu, before emigrating to Toronto as a teenager.

Invincible, 'ShapeShifters' (Emergence)

She makes Miss Rap Supreme look like a sad, bedroom farce.

Once touted by rap critics as the female Eminem, teen prodigy Invincible has grown into a compelling and fiercely political artist. On her inspired debut, the now 27-year-old underground MC describes her native Detroit with skilled perception, pointing out its class warfare and gentrification ("Deuce/Ypsi" and "Locusts") and grieving the late hip-hop icon J Dilla ("In the Mourning").

Dwele, 'Sketches of a Man' (RT/Koch)

Available to play the grown-ass man on a hot single near you.

Save for the brilliant 2003 single "Find a Way," feathery Detroit crooner Dwele is mostly known as an R&B supplicant on rap hits like Kanye West's "Flashing Lights" and Common's "The People." But even if his third album doesn't become a long-overdue breakout, he still triumphs modestly on this collection of tracks glowing with intelligent warmth.

Civet, 'Hell Hath No Fury' (Hellcat)

Festive femmes fatale break hearts in three chords or less.

This California quartet treat the Ramones, the Runaways, and their forebears like piñatas: Crack 'em open and wait for the goodies to fall out.

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