Robert Pollard, 'The Crawling Distance' (Guided by Voices Inc.)

Uncle Bob's jukebox ready to make room for a slow jam?

This solo album by the ridiculously prolific former Guided by Voices leader, with help from instrumental accomplice Todd Tobias, features another ten songs of standard Pollard-isms -- vaguely British, Robyn Hitchcock–esque vocals warped by reverb and Echoplex mazes; surrealistic, first-thought-next-thought lyrics; sudden loud crunches of lo-fi guitar; and melodies that soar but never quite ac

A.C. Newman, 'Get Guilty' (Matador)

Man of a thousand melodies finds cold comfort in his skills.

"Few have the luxury of B-sides / I've got buckets full," New Pornographers singer- guitarist Carl Newman brags on "Submarines of Stockholm." Here, the Canadian power-pop ace unleashes another battery of hooks with blasts of vocal harmonies ("Like a Hitman, Like a Dancer") and dabs of organ ("Elemental").

Late of the Pier, 'Fantasy Black Channel' (Astralwerks)

Synth-rock Brits usher in new wave of ridiculous haircuts.

If you still get a tingle from the electro pop theatrics of Gary Numan or Ultravox, say hello to Late of the Pier. The quartet's fervent debut, produced by DJ Erol Alkan, offers a fabulous simulation of '80s new wave, with burping, sputtering synths and sleazy, Bowie-inspired crooning from frontman Sam Eastgate.

The Rapture, 'Tapes' (!K7)

Thank God not everyone's thrown away their vinyl.

Fans of the Rapture might not be familiar with many of the artists on the New York dance punks' swift, 80-minute DJ mix; only a few (Ghostface, Richie Havens!) -- have poked their heads out from the underground. But what Tapes lacks in classic names, it makes up for in flow -- D.C.

The (international) Noise Conspiracy, 'The Cross of My Calling' (Vagrant/American)

Scandinavian lefties ponder social turmoil with riffs galore.

Their sound is a fizzy old-style brew of hard rock, psychedelia, and pop punk. Sometimes they nod to the Doors, and the drummer is clearly obsessed with Keith Moon. But don't call these noisy Swedes a nostalgia act.

Rivers Cuomo, 'Alone II' (DGC)

The Weez's new batch of chaff ain't half bad -- really.

With Rivers Cuomo having declared himself a formalist obsessive-compulsive, the question of whether he's being sincere has become increasingly difficult to parse.

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