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Sam Bisbee: Buzz Buzz Buzz

Sporting aviator sunglasses and a handsomely disheveled three-piece suit, Sam Bisbee looks like Elvis Costello disguised as the annoying jock kid that beat me up in middle school. His angelic voice and lush mel...

Mr. Oizo: Lambs Anger

Mr. Oizo, a lovely gentleman from France whose name is a corruption of the French word for “birds,” is the latest in a long line of French house and disco producers who rework electronica with distorted samples...

The Music Lovers: Masculine Feminine

It’s always nice when bands look abroad for inspiration—there’s only so much to discover here in the States, and the vast majority of it has already been beaten to death several times over. San Francisco’s Musi...

In Ribbons: Mr. A And Mrs. B

In the vein of Neutral Milk Hotel and the Decemberists, In Ribbons pairs rich, chorused acoustic sounds with a shrill and wavering voice that narrates for us sad stories about people who do stupid things becaus...

The New Odds: Cheerleader

Dormant for almost a decade, The New Odds re-emerged this summer like a phoenix from the ashes of a forest fire in the Canadian Rockies. With a new album and a spot on tour with the Barenaked Ladies, The New Od...

Conifer: Crown Fire

Portland, Maine’s Conifer have managed to avoid critical attention since their formation, but Crown Fire is such an artful blend of genres and moods that it’s hard not to notice. Flavors from krautrock, jazz, p...

Revolting Cocks: Sex-O Olympic-O

Halfway between metal and house music, Revolting Cocks shares both genres’ preoccupation with sex and sleaze. Given Al Jourgensen’s history and love for shock, this isn’t exactly surprising. But after the abrup...

Eagles Of Death Metal: Heart On

Like Kiss and The Rolling Stones getting it on in Bizarro-World, The Eagles Of Death Metal have created something basic, sexual, and thoroughly enjoyable. It’s greasy, sleazy, leather-coated stomp and tongue-in...

Bloc Party: Intimacy

Bloc Party is a band that seems to get smaller with each consecutive album. More relentless and introspective than ever before, Intimacy isn’t intimate at all, but noisy, antagonistic, and nasty—the music of fr...