Insistent angular weirdfunk, songs that sound like tape loops that have fallen out of order and yet maintain a diligent desire to be songs.
Palehound :: Black Friday
Nice indie guitar sounds, with whispery vocals and a meandering melodic spirit.
The Mattson 2 :: Paradise
A set of guitar-centered mid-tempo numbers that live somewhere in the region staked out by jazz, funk, and soul.
Prince :: Originals
Songs that the Purple One wrote for others, as performed by the person who wrote them. A good set of well-produced demos, but nothing that should have been released a long time ago and mostly of historical interest.
French Vanilla :: How Am I Not Myself?
Hot-as-fire punk disco party with a raging saxophone and urgent female vocals.
Psychedelic Porn Crumpets :: And Now for the Watchamacallit
The name promises so much, and the band overdelivers. The continent of Australia is awash in lysergic excursions lately, and this is one of the finest.
Jr. Jr. :: Invocation / Conversations
Delicious pop conconctions, loaded with clever production flourishes and infectious melodies wrapped around a soulful core.
The Aggrolites :: Reggae Now!
It’s not ska, and it’s not rocksteady, but it’s definitely Jamaican and powerfully dancy — you can call it “69 Reggae” after the year of its initial popularity.