Melvins Go Acoustic But Still Sound Somehow Like, Well, the Melvins
At its finest, Melvins’ Five-Legged Dog is downright transgressive, suggesting all sorts of alternate-history narratives for these Washington-bred weirdos.
At its finest, Melvins’ Five-Legged Dog is downright transgressive, suggesting all sorts of alternate-history narratives for these Washington-bred weirdos.
Sufjan Stevens is taking aim on A Beginner’s Mind with catchy alt-folk that soothes the ear while placing bitter contents below the surface.
Erik Della Penna has a brilliant ear and quick wit and is best known for exercising the guitar and banjo strings in Kill Henry Sugar and Hazmat Modine.
Attic Tapes might be Record of the Year material for those who followed Brainiac back in the day. And it might also be a gem solely for completists.
Black Midi’s Cavalcade is a great LP, and though not a fully brilliant or complete masterwork, it will leave many others imitating these guys sucking wake.
Damien Jurado presents a collection of ten beguilingly potent song-stories about individuals determined not to be broken by gray circumstances.
Loscil’s Clara is a beguiling work that toys with space between light and shadow while touching on themes of space and gravity as all-encompassing and inspiring as the universe itself.
Loren Connors and David Grubbs’ Arborvitae is a beautiful and vexing little record that is aging like fine Kentucky bourbon. The 2003 album is out on vinyl.
Listeners are treated to 12 high-octane songs straddling the ill-defined spaces between punk, post-hardcore, and noise-rock on T-Tops’ Staring at a Static Screen.
The Dead Space had promise. Many in Austin saw it from the get-go on their first LP, Faker. However, the sophomore slump hits these guys hard on Chlorine Sleep.

The Spy Detective Collective from Scott Helland’s Guitarmy of One will strike a chord with those schooled in ’60s-era surf-rock and Henry Mancini themes.

G_d’s Pee AT STATE’S END! is the best album Godspeed You! Black Emperor have put together since 2000’s Lift Yr Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven.