Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros, 'Streetcore' (Hellcat)

Punk legend ponders death and glory.

It’s a testament to the life of Joe Strummer that he never figured out what to do with his punk-god gravitas. The Clash assumed that rerouting one’s own little corner of human history was a lifelong responsibility. But unlike some of his punk/new-wave peers, Strummer didn’t take it upon himself to solve third-world debt or teach Chaucer to soccer moms when he hit middle age.

The Libertines, 'I Get Along' (Rough Trade)

The “British Strokes” can be as tradition-bound as their U.S. counterparts--they’ve got the Clash’s ear for riff vandalism and a Sex Pistols jones for tabloid-punch-line excess.

Serj Tankian and Tom Morello

Radicalizing Metal One Head at a Time
Radicalizing Metal One Head at a Time

Soundtrack of Our Lives, 'Behind The Music' (Universal)

The great left-field discovery of the Hives boomlet, Swedish hippie revivalists the Soundtrack of Our Lives spin post-millennial apprehension into AM-sing-along gold. "Everyone's been cheated for the 21st century," shaggy shaman Ebbot Lundberg contends on the band's third album, Behind the Music.

No Satisfaction: The Replacements, Reissued

If the Get Up Kids got low-down, if the Hives had bad teeth, if the Strokes had ever worked at Denny's, they'd still look pretty weak up against the Replacements. Punk rock of the 1980s produced some magical responses to Reagan-era alienation, but no one ever bellowed into the void like these Minneapolis miscreants. Soft boys in hard shells, they drank too much and treated their instruments like annoying ex-girlfriends. Yet when existential benchwarmer Paul Westerberg would uncork a lyric like "Wanna be something / Wanna be anything," and Bob Stinson's guitar would start to wail, these schlepps became superheroes. Alienation melted into empathy like Lake Minnetonka in spring. And beneath the ice, the six-pack.

Slack Gold: Pavement's Slanted & Enchanted

If you weren't aware that the tenth anniversary of Pavement's idyllic indie-rock masterpiece Slanted & Enchanted is upon us, don't worry. There was no VH1 special, no bank holiday, no legal battle over the master tapes--just a richly appointed reissue. In a way, it's the kind of enthused yet low-key fanfare that this grad-school Nevermind demands: A decade later, Slanted still feels more like a shared secret than a cultural revolution. Its anniversary is a mini Big Chill for a generation that never quite got theirs.
If you weren't aware that the tenth anniversary of Pavement's idyllic indie-rock masterpiece Slanted & Enchanted is upon us, don't worry. There was no VH1 special, no bank holiday, no legal battle over the master tapes--just a richly appointed reissue. In a way, it's the kind of enthused yet low-key fanfare that this grad-school Nevermind demands: A decade later, Slanted still feels more like a shared secret than a cultural revolution. Its anniversary is a mini Big Chill for a generation that never quite got theirs.
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