I really love Khruangbin, despite the pronounciation quandary they plunge me into whenever I play one of their songs.
Beach House’s music always rings as the soundtrack to some brain-warped too-much-party film montage. WIth “Drunk In LA”, their song titles are catching up with the vibe.
They’re all over the place, but that’s what I like about Post Animal. “Dirtpicker” owes much to the Jesus Lizard, especially in its title.
Naked Giants remind us that kicking things off with some herky-jerky funk punk beat is never a losing proposition.
“Screaming Females” is a misnomer. There’s only one, and not a whole lot of screaming in “Chamber For Sleep (Part One)”.
Time has not dulled the edge of this band. “Show Me The Sun” highlights their psychedelic side.
Funky urban hip hop and soul is not something you expect to come from North of the Border, but here we have Grand Analog, who does it all and does it well.
Even obscurists get to form supergroups, and Filthy Friends is one of the top entries in that category, with membership from Sleater-Kinney, the Young Fresh Fellows, the Fastbacks, and more.
Like getting picked up by the scruff of your neck and smashed into a wall of orange Jello, Swarming Branch gets your attention with the warping and weaving of “Zsazsur’s Real Estate Song”.