Alkaline Trio, 'Agony & Irony' (Epic)

Emo's somber pros open the shade and peer outside.

Alkaline Trio have always played a bracing strain of emo in which anxiety doesn't just seem spackled on like MAC makeup. And after five dark, swift albums, they tread fretfully toward maturity and make it seem like walking into the light.

The Ting Tings

Brash British duo can dish it out and take it.
The Ting Tings / Photo by Michael Clement

In Katie White's native Manchester, they call it "footballer's injury." Or, in her case, "spazzing out."

Neon Neon, 'Stainless Style' (Lex)

Who knew a dud sports car could be such an inspiration?

Because all human triumph begins and ends with Michael J. Fox, the debut collaboration from Super Furry Animals leader Gruff Rhys and eccentric hip-hop producer Boom Bip waxes theoretical about MJF's star-making vehicle. Literally.

Adam Green, 'Sixes and Sevens' (Rough Trade)

If he could just focus on one persona that's kinda likable.

"Women prefer a menagerie of clowns," Adam Green intones on "Leaky Flask," so he gives the ladies all his dork incarnations: Country Adam, Ragtime Adam, Morbidly Tense and Singing About Ponies Adam. On his fifth solo album, the erstwhile Moldy Peach wears out his welcome at 20 tracks, each one unrelated to the last and haphazardly abandoned around the oneand- a-half minute mark.

Man Man, 'Rabbit Habits' (Anti-)

Calling them the Mothers of Reinvention would be generous.

This Philly quartet's third album clumsily aspires to create a postapocalyptic Frank Zappa circus -- and singer Honus Honus, once content to roar in a scraped Tom Waits growl, now slouches into a testy whine.

The Apples In Stereo, 'Electronic Projects for Musicians' (Simian/Yep Roc/Elephant 6)

Colbert Report faves compile a decade of cheery ephemera.

After 15 years, the Apples in Stereo are still smiling, and their second B-sides compilation (after 1996's Science Faire) is a clear reflection of that indelible good cheer. Paced similarly to 2002's Velocity of Sound, the album opens with structured lo-fi psychedelic rock and edges into a more sprawling expanse, all dusted with frontman Robert Schneider's vocodered hiss.

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