Heartless Bastards, 'The Mountain' (Fat Possum)

Resilient trio punches its way to barroom transcendence.

Erika Wennerstrom has a voice -- deep, throaty, loose -- that could make even the most uninhibited vocalist feel uptight and contained by comparison: Each note she sings feels deeply animated, as if it's got its own heartbeat and fully formed pair of fists.

Voice of the Year: Fleet Foxes' Robin Pecknold

With robo-vocals ruling the charts, the rise of Pecknold and his otherworldly pipes is nothing less than a small, hairy miracle.
Photograph by Clare Shilland

In 2008, indie rock discovered a brand-new mecca: the woods.

Various Artists, 'Awake, My Soul OST/ Help Me to Sing' (Awake Productions)

Obscure Southern singing style will transport you to heaven.

Awake, My Soul is the first documentary film to explore the centuries-old tradition of shape note (or Sacred Harp) singing, a stunning, four-note gospel practice rooted in the American South.

The Old Believers, 'Eight Golden Greats' (Fine/Romantic)

Neither fleet nor foxy, but they can still sing like the wind.

This Portland, Oregon duo play the kind of hazy, beguiling alt folk that feels uniquely suited to floating downriver on an inner tube or reclining in a hammock, counting clouds.

O'Death, 'Broken Hymns, Limbs, and Skin' (Kemado)

Artfully unhinged New York combo exorcise hillbilly spirits.

Their name might conjure skull rings and stringy hair (it was actually plucked from a traditional Carolina folk song popularized by bluegrass kingpin Ralph Stanley), but O'Death's pitchforks-at-the-campfire frenzy may be even more sinister than their moniker implies.

Laura Marling, 'Alas, I Cannot Swim' (Astralwerks)

Petite folk prodigy summons spirts with convincing gloom.

It might seem reductive to declare Laura Marling an old soul, but how many 18-year-old folkies sing earnestly (and convincingly) about death and divine judgment?

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