Over time, hype machines leak oil and lock up. On Arcade Fire’s third, you’ll decide whether you like this band forever, or were drunk on superlatives.
The Hex Haus, where they conceived this monster, isn’t pretty, and neither is this. Eight unchained howler anthems for lovers of P.J.
A consistent blend of ’60s retro-psych-sway from this Chicago five-piece that is more Mission District than Wicker Park.
Hope they’re not breaking up. Collections could be a mid-career snack to tide you over, or a signal of the end.
Matthew Fogle seems to be a pretty talented guy — he has a solid voice and an obvious ear for melodies — but I hit a snag on Plea: 491.
Tinny presupposition of recent electronic music made with an archaic technology. This is more of a historical document than a recording you rock out to.
Another notch in the win column for Los Angeles, where working-class rock ’n’ roll can suffocate under the glitz.
Local Villains don’t stray from their classic, alt-rock background, and for good reason.
Lydia Burrell is the solo outing from former Kangaroo member and composer Alexander Smith, who created Burrell as a character in a screenplay.
Windsor for the Derby has floated in and out of the collective consciousness for more than a decade.