Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, 'Old Money' (Stones Throw)

Minus lyrical hoo-ha, Volta axman regains fiery focus.

Thanks to Cedric Bixler-Zavala's inability to write lyrics that make any literal sense whatsoever, the burden of bringing narrative coherence to the Mars Volta's interstellar, prog-funk finger paintings falls to the band's pedal-prone guitarist.

Antony and the Johnsons, 'The Crying Light' (Secretly Canadian)

The crooner from another planet.

Sexual confusion, sibling rivalry, fear of death: On 2005's gut-twisting I Am a

J. Tillman, 'Vacilando Territory Blues' (Western Vinyl)

Percussionist for indie beardies crafts timeless dark hymns.

Fleet Foxes' comparatively glossy production and gentle harmonizing almost seem cartoonish when paired with the world-weary solo albums of the Seattle band's drummer,

Air France, 'No Way Down' (Something in Construction)

Case closed: Socialized health care leads to catchier tunes.

Like much of the sample-driven pop coming out of Gothenburg, Sweden (Jens Lekman, the Tough Alliance, El Perro Del Mar, Studio), Air France's debut album is a work of widescreen bliss, a collage of clubby bass lines, kids' voices, disco strings, marimbas, and the occasional whinnying horse. But for every jubilant melody, there's a dose of melancholy.

Coconot, 'Cosa Astral' (Bcore)

Innovative one-man band joins friends for festive free-for-all.

When he records solo as El Guincho, Pablo Díaz-Reixa sometimes gets pegged (a bit unfairly) as the Spanish Panda Bear. So it's not surprising that his other band could be called (a bit unfairly) the Spanish Animal Collective.

El Guincho, 'Alegranza' (XL/Young Turks)

Spanish producer debuts with percussive tour de force.

Drums. Pure, awesome drums. They swarm this album, spiky and syncopated Latin-style, rockin' and krautin' and Bollywoodin', smacking the inside of your speakers, urging you to sway hips and thwack steering wheels.

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