It’s the first night of the year where I arrive at the station in daylight. Also, it’s been unseasonably cool. But neither of those things is as notable as a new album from Toadies which brings up more of that brutal precision fuzz pop that made my ears perk up the first time I heard them over 30 years ago. Elsewhere tonight: a phone call from PJ, on the road, and middle-cased keyboards.

Named after the most stylish of jeans, White Denim guarantee you will be the envy of the dance floor.

Gird yourself to navigate the scalding hot layers of L.A. Sagne.

If you visit Los Frankies’ website, you’ll see they describe themselves as influenced by early 2000s garage rock, which spins my head around while ghostly drifting clocks and peeling calendars are superimposed in the background. Great stuff! Also, I changed my mind while I was playing one of the songs, and decided it isn’t actually good. I’m not going to say which one, but I will say I’m sorry.

King Tuff looks like the kind of person that will wrestle you for the tab.

Flea takes a chill pill, picks up a trumpet, and makes the reds, greens, and yellows dance.

It’s part musical archeology, part new-wave time capsule, and all Bikini Mutants.

It’s time for another collection of covers and interpretations, therefore Version Control 7!

mclusky knows you’re not going to run far in those shoes.

Let David Hillyard and his Rocksteady 7 smooth the way and bring it on home.