The Rosebuds, 'Life Like' (Merge)

Sensitive North Carolina couple yield to misery's embrace.

Ivan Howard and Kelly Crisp trade the savvy dance-floor moves of last year's Night of the Furies for haunted guitar pop on their mesmerizing fourth album. Joined by Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) and Matt McCaughan (Portastatic), they use mopey melodies and nature imagery -- floods, dead foxes, elusive robins -- to evoke hearts near the breaking point.

Rise Against, 'Appeal to Reason' (DGC/Interscope)

Chicago punks preach loudly and proudly to the choir.

"There is no middle ground, no compromise," Rise Against frontman Tim McIlrath howls on "Collapse (Post-Amerika)," the appropriately doomy opening blast on the band's fifth album. While such fist-pumping stridency might be politically counterproductive, for leftist punk rockers it's a reasonable governing philosophy. Unfortunately, the lack of nuance extends to the music itself.

Juana Molina, 'Un Dia' (Domino)

Latina illusionist plays mind games to unnerve the willing.

Sensitive souls, beware: Juana Molina will mess your head up. On her fifth album, the Argentinean TV actress emits powerful hallucinogenic vibes, creating a slippery soundtrack for the subconscious.

Margot & the Nuclear So and So's, 'Not Animal' (Epic)

Chamber-rock oddballs try to navigate drugs, poetry, irony.

Don't let the absurdist band name, surreal titles ("Hello Vagina," "A Children's Crusade on Acid"), and trippy atmospherics fool you -- these Indiana upstarts are exactingly crafty songwriters.

Madlib the Beat Konducta, 'WLIB AM: King of the Wigflip' (BBE/Rapster)

Re-creating talk radio's mad flow, in spite of vocal duffs.

What better metaphor for the prolific Madlib -- whose 2008 résumé includes R&B auteur Erykah Badu, hard-guy MC Guilty Simpson, and Brazilian drummer Ivan Conti -- than WLIB AM, the community-minded, black-owned New York talk-radio station?

Lambchop, 'OH (ohio)' (Merge)

Bemused chronicler of human foibles sighs...knowingly.

Since the mid-'90s, Nashville's Lambchop have casually corrupted familiar genres, bending every style they've tacled -- country, soul, rock -- to the overwhelming gravitational pull of Kurt Wagner's weary persona and solemn voice.

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