The Lacking Details

Quite the military parade, a non-stop set of marching songs for liquid guitar and drum machine.

Original psychedelic riff rock is an oxymoron … what matters is the ability to get you off your seat, which this band has aplenty

An unusually sharp pop sensibility keeps this outfit from blending into the background, with rough-and-tumble rocking.

Norwegian death pop worthy of Dave Brubeck with its catchy off-meter hooks takes you through a rainbow-colored tunnel of sharp candy shards.

Martin is baring his soul, exposing his darkest secrets in a whispered croon, here inside this closet.

Solid songs that mix a generous dollop of traditional country elements with a big scoop of indie pop.

Heavenly melodies, luscious harmonies, over-chorused guitar jangles, and a sunny sparkling delivery make this suitable for ‘90s 4AD fans.

Multilayered excursions into the analog and digital realms, blurring everything into a psychoactive tapestry.

Eminently danceable and frequently dark, this is what robots put on to seduce each other

Punchy and punch drunk laments wrapped in glorious blankets of fuzz and overgained vocals.