Vulture Whale, 'Vulture Whale' (Skybucket)

Southern raconteurs strut and slouch like last-call stars.

This garage-friendly Birmingham, Alabama quartet shamelessly recycle familiar ideas and riffs, reveling in the boozy swagger favored by every uncouth band since prehistory.

Cazals, 'What of Our Future' (Kitsune/The Hours/Fontana)

Peppy go-getters almost turn forgettable songs into fun.

Cazals' debut zips by like the greatest-hits set of a snappy '80s new-wave band, as if the Brit quintet were afraid of overstaying their welcome. Wrapped in bright guitars and slick synths, every track boasts an arresting touch -- a rude bass line here, a cool vocoder there -- as stylishly hoarse singer Phil Bush struggles to convey a depth of feeling the glib material can't support.

Twi the Humble Feather, 'Music for Spaceships and Forests' (Friendly Ghost)

Comforting strummers ease worries, float downstream.

For instant, painless stress relief, try the debut of this life-affirming trio, brimming with vigorous yet precise acoustic guitars, tinted by the faintest shade of electronics.

MV & EE with the Golden Road, 'Drone Trailer' (DiCristina)

Folk-country oddballs wander even further off reservation.

Having recorded more than 9,000 albums since the start of the decade -- okay, that's a slight exaggeration -- Vermont residents Matt Valentine and Erika Elder exhibit signs of creeping dementia on Drone Trailer. With his piercing whine and wheezy harmonica, Valentine suggests a damaged, decomposing clone of acoustic Neil Young.

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 (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.

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