Innerpartysystem, 'Innerpartysystem' (Island)

Buy your arm warmers and studded belts now, kids -- it's on!

If Trent Reznor and Interpol had a baby, and then that baby had a baby with Brand New... well, that kid still wouldn't be caught dead at anything like the Hot Topic "Hope for the Hopeless" Tour. I mean, c'mon.

Jenny Lewis, 'Acid Tongue' (Warner Bros.)

Amid studio luster, her essence gets lost.

In the 1989 film Troop Beverly Hills, a gaggle of preteen Girl Scouts clomped around Rodeo Drive waving cookies and Chanel, alarming their poorer/homelier peers with ditzy elitism and lacquered soul bonding. The flock's mantra, screamed into eternity, was: "We're the troop from Beverly Hills! Shopping is our greatest skill!"

Brian Wilson, 'That Lucky Old Sun' (Capitol)

Beach Boy bard loads up the woodie for one more ride.

Brian Wilson makes being the sun sound easy. But then, he always has. "That lucky old sun got nothin' to do / but roll around heaven all day," he croons on the title track, a plush, 57-second cover of Frankie Laine's 1949 standard.

Shwayze, 'Shwayze' (Suretone/Geffen)

High-spirited stoner can't really rap, but sure has fun doing it.

"I'm brown like a blunt," Shwayze reports on opening track "Roamin'," and it's a stellar summary. The 23-year-old Malibu rapper's debut is as shallow as a spray-on tan; it's stocked with bro'd-out, giggly rhymes about 420-filled nights and T&A aplenty over lazy, midtempo beats from producer/reality-show rocker Cisco Adler.

Beck, 'Modern Guilt' (DGC)

Pop's two cleverest auteurs decide to carpool.

It's a known statistic that every ten seconds someone from California sings a song about cars. And Beck Hansen is not immune. "These ice caps melting down / With the transistor sound / And my Chevrolet Terraplane / Going around around around," he lilts in seashell echo over a peppy surf-pop beat on "Gamma Ray."

Mugison, 'Mugiboogie' (Ipecac)

One-man band deftly ditches Mellow Gold for Beatlemania.

Mugison has often been stamped as the Icelandic Beck, but on his fourth album, he edges onto John Lennon's turf. The irreverent electro rocker, no stranger to smirking puns and helter-skelter noise, marks a straighter course with Mugiboogie's ramshackle rock and Plastic Ono Band snarls.

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