Wolf Parade: Animal Collective of Montreal

Following up a revered debut album with a more, um, challenging one often inspires catty backlash. But the scruffy Canadian indie rockers of Wolf Parade are too busy playing in 17 other bands to worry. Is this the new careerism?

Montreal is only 47 minutes from New York in a plane no bigger than a school bus. But on this cloudy late April morning, each of those 47 minutes is teeth-gnashingly, stomach-churningly turbulent, making it impossible to forget that you are, in fact, not on a school bus, but rather inside a thin metal tube careening rapidly 35,000 feet above the ground in a manner antithetical to man's nature.

Weezer: Heck on Wheels

Thanks to a renewed sense of fun and a clutch of great rock songs about, um, rock -- not to mention some good ol' marital relations -- Weezer are riding high. Not literally, of course.
Photo by Sasha Eisenman

Our June cover story involves some old friends: Weezer. Deputy editor Steve Kandell checks in with the Weezer camp, taking stock of the power pop poobahs' perch at this point, six albums deep into their career.

Mudhoney, 'The Lucky Ones' (Sub Pop)

Like the Ramones, but with seasonal affectation disorder.

Seattle's G-word forebears must get a special kick out of releasing a 20th-anniversary reissue of their debut EP, Superfuzz Bigmuff, alongside an eighth full-length that so brazenly resembles it.

The Crowd Pleasers: Death Cab for Cutie

Indie vets made good are enjoying the view from the top. Specifically, the view from Ahmet Ertegun's office suite.

Here's a taste of the Death Cab for Cutie Q&A from our May issue. Get the full story on newsstands, or in SPIN Digital (free registration required).

The Raconteurs

Deputy editor Steve Kandell delivers our first impressions of Consolers of the Lonely, out today (for people who buy music, at least).
The Raconteurs / Photo by Stephen Berkman

What's the Deal? Jack White's evil scheme failed, the one where he'd sneak the second Raconteurs album into stores today, under the cover of darkness, bypassing the customary press advance copies, so that all fans could hear the music for the first time at the same time, pure and untainted by critical white noise. But the album leaked Friday. On freakin' iTunes.

Texas Toast

Scenes from the morning after SXSW 2008.
X at the Spin party / Photo by Eric Nowels

There's nothing quite like the sheer hell of the Austin airport on the Sunday morning after South by Southwest. Tousle-headed, sunburned-but-still-oddly-pale cred cops who, three short hours ago, worried only about how to see the Ting Tings play the Dell Computers and Vitamin Water Presents Corporatemusicsucks.com after-afterparty in some creatively converted warehouse, now slowly re-enter a world in which Garnier Fructis gifting-suite sculpting gel is not allowed in one's carry-on.

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