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The band deliberately favor Pavement-inspired oddness in an attempt to introduce some levity.

A heartfelt tribute to both Jamaica and Caribbean music that’s much better than it has any right to be—but cool, it is not.

Superchunk’s “What a Time to Be Alive” combines the irreverent with the thoughtful, and the jittery, chaotic melodies reflect a nervous wreck of a world.

No Age’s “Snares Like a Haircut” is a record that offers some kind of solace while also invoking the unnerving and disquieting times we live in.

While “Ruins” doesn’t quite beat out First Aid Kit’s debut album, it’s certainly the sisters’ best record since. 

“Don’t Break Down” looked like a movie that might never see the light of day. And then the Jawbreaker reunion happened.

More than twenty years after a bitter dissolution, the modern punk legends have rejoined. Here, members of the Jawbreaker scene and story recount the saga and impact of one of the heaviest—and most literary—bands ever.

Shakey’s response to Trump is one that the USA desperately needs.

“Soul of a Woman” is full of light and hope, serving as a testament to the beauty of life—and love and friendship and all that good stuff we get to experience in our short time on this planet.

The Montreal quartet are back with a truly triumphant return.

The Spanish artist known for his deranged—but brightly colored!—comics talks police brutality, Facebook, and traveling in the US.

Class warfare, civil rights, Donald Trump: That’s not the whole story.

An exhilarating journey into one of contemporary music’s most inventive and eccentric bands.

While “Trouble Maker” is far from a political record, its songs certainly exist within the fragile framework of America in 2017.

Comprising eleven downtrodden, sunken-hearted, minor-chord songs, Big Thief’s sophomore album traverses the dark side of humanity, but pairs the despair with a ragged beauty.

A more than welcome addition to—and expansion of—the Hold Steady frontman’s catalog.

Everything Sleaford Mods say in these twelve songs is thoroughly valid and, frankly, needs to be said.

It’s not the second coming of “The Sophtware Slump.” But it also isn’t trying to be.

Singing the praises of the undersung singer-songwriter.

On his solo debut, the Ought frontman embarks on his own personal exploration of sounds and genres, ideas and influences.