Julie Doiron - I Can Wonder What You Did With Your Day
(Jagjaguwar)
"While Doiron has dabbled in layered psychedelia, largely in part to her days as bassist for Eric's Trip, she plunges head-in during the highest moments I Can Wonder What You Did With Your Day. The likes of "Blue," "Spill Yer Lungs," and "Je Le Savais" bring a bit of a tie-dyed edge to Doiron's grounded-in-reality stories, providing an invigorating soundtrack to what could otherwise just be interpreted as half-thoughts scribbled in a journal." [FULL REVIEW]

Mark McGuire - Solo Guitar Volume Two
(Vin Du Select Qualitite)
Each side of the LP is a different glimpse into the creation process of McGuire. Side A falls in line with more traditional ragas and airs, finding McGuire delving into little to no effect in pursuit of guitar playing in its purest form. The three songs, “At First Sight,” “Vitamins,” and “Second Thoughts,” are bare—only McGuire’s energetic strumming. Some may be surprised at how poppy and full the sound is but the steely ringing of flesh striking string is a welcomed reprieve from McGuire’s indulgent loops and effect. Side B begins to delve into McGuire’s electronics, yet the results remain true to Side A’s stripped approach.

Richard Swift - The Atlantic Ocean
(Secretly Canadian)
"...Swift choose to put his kraut, electronic, garage, and pop chops into one potent batter. With the help of vintage analog tape machine purchased from Jeff Tweedy and the use of Wilco's Chicago-based Loft, Swift has now defied our expectations once more by NOT doing something different but rather expounding on his past releases." [FULL REVIEW]

Bosque Brown - Baby
(Burnt Toast)
"Images of lifeless highways, fruitful ditches, lazy horses, and piercing mountains play up the notion of Miller as the road weary veteran of hard livin' and harder choices. Nothing backs up these projections quite like "Went Walking." It speaks of a life lived always on foot, whether it be the walk with family, with a wedding party, with throngs of cityfolk or with oneself. The scenario is repeated through "Whiskey Flats" and "This Town." Miller captures her view and gives it to us, letting us see the world through her eyes." [FULL REVIEW]

Kellen Shipley - Deep Breaths
(Roll Over Rover)
“Old Birds, New Nest” could do no more to cement the overtones of Kellen Shipley (Bats in the Belfry)’s solo debut. Rich drones mirroring the echo of submarine sonar blend with the raw sounds of Dave McPeters’ organ and bird chirps. The atmosphere is one of morning fog, blanketing the damp earth after a night of unrest as if to signify a new beginning—for Shipley and for the listener.

Andrew W.K. - 55 Cadillac
(Ecstatic Peace)
The idea of nothing but instrumental piano bolstering an Andrew W.K. creation seems nothing short of laughable--that is until you hear 55 Cadillac. It's boundless simplicity and reliance on W.K.'s grounded talent breeds an album equal amounts of party (albeit chamberesque) and beauty. For all his attempts at branching out, 55 Cadillac is the album that will forever cement Andrew W.K. as a true avant artist rather than an arty joke.

Steve Gunn - Boerum Palace
(Three Lobed)
The idea that Gunn, known for his blistering work in GHQ, would create an album that has more in common with Southern blues and backporch improv will leave many fans searching for their bearings. The fact of the matter is Boerum Palace finds Gunn flexing his guitar muscle without the roided up riffs that have been Gunn's calling card.

Loren Connors & Jim O'Rourke - Two Nice Catholic Boys
(Family Vineyard)
"Two Nice Catholic Boys finds O'Rourke and Connors riffing on electric guitars. Much of the album's 47 minutes juxtapose biting bends and feedback walls with hushed strums and quiet reflection. Each track plays on the soft/loud aesthetic ever-present in popular music--of course in this setting, it's not in the usual chorus/verse/chorus format we've grown so accustomed to through years of radio pollution." [FULL REVIEW]

Rameses III - I Could Not Love You More
(Type)
"This is a work of tenderness, and the faint hints of sweeping guitar notes and mellow atmospherics that sound like warm summer breezes and cool fall rain lend themselves to fits of vivid daydreaming; visions of carefree flight from a bustling world that demands every ounce of your attention and effort to navigate." [FULL REVIEW]

Bardo Pond - Peri
(Three Lobed)
"Bolstered by the sexy snarl of Isobel Sollenberger’s vocals and the Gibbons brothers’ dual psychedelia, Peri combines the stoner malaise Bardo Pond has long used as a calling card with lengthy bouts with fuzz to create an album more akin to the best days of Jefferson Airplane rather than the stack of carbon copy modern psych acts lining hole-in-the-wall establishments." [FULL REVIEW]

Matrix Metals - Flamingo Breeze
(Not Not Fun)
Unlike the smooth subtropical breezes of the current beach pop crop, Matrix Metals is a non-stop dance party complete with changes in tempo and mood at the flick of an unpredictable switch. Each song is an entity unto itself, with one groove abruptly being switched over to a completely different vibe. The result is a boom box of magical trips, each more potent and engaging than the last.

Clint Mansell - Moon OST
(Black)
Mansell's compositions have long captured the anguish and isolation of film's loneliest characters. Throughout Moon, Mansell not only reclaims his rightful place as master of sad ceremonies, he ups the ante by basking in the dark surroundings of the industrialized satellite and the dubious future it houses. Outside of the film's confines, Moon's soundtrack is as weighty and affecting, making it a must for brooding beings.

Ethan Rose - Oaks
(Baskaru/Holocene)
Ethan Rose is a rare breed: musician, artist, and intellectual. Yet Oaks, or any of Rose's works and installations for that matter, fail to come across as pretentious or high brow. Oaks is one electronic atmospheric high after the next. Why hasn't blown up the indie underground after his music was featured on Gus Van Sant's Paranoid Park is anyone's guess but we'll continue to cherish him as our little secret for a little while longer.
Sean McCann & Dave McPeters - Rover Encyclopedia #1: "Fishing"
(Roll Over Rover)
Just short of 50 minutes, the three long-runners from McCann and McPeters blend synth and guitar into a foggy drone, a drowsy kin to Alan Sparhawk’s 2006 solo opus. With Sparhawk, it was boats creaking into harbor; with McCann and McPeters, it happens to revolve around the idea of fishing — the ripples of water caused by a perfectly thrown cast; the bubbles from mouthy trout and bass hoping to gulp a safe morsel of food; the gentle sway of an aluminum boat heavy with bait and ore.

Silver Bullets - Free Radicals
(Stunned)
Blending Mediterranean melodies with psychedelic riffs, Free Radicals is another notch in the ever-expanding belt of global music eating our over-ripe and preserved waste, then regurgitating it as organic, unprocessed splendor. Silver Bullets exist on a plane where the talents of Group Doueh, Tom Zé, Richard Bishop, and Rick Tomlinson coalesce on a never-ending trip.

Akron/Family - Set 'em Wild Set 'em Free
(Dead Oceans)
"Set 'em Wild Set 'em Free is not only a return to form in the studio, it may very well be the band's strongest recorded output to date. The range of the album is astonishing, pushing the now-trio further than they ever dared to travel--and imagining those scant few uncharted areas remaining untouched by Akron/Family is a daunting proposition providing a whole new adventure." [FULL REVIEW]

Driphouse - Sewer Mist
(GEL)
Sewer Mist exists somewhere between space and time, the sort of anatomically incorrect sequence that would raise the ire of the Starship Enterprise. Ho’s blend of black hole ambience and hypnotic synth drone pulsates in the distance like a dying star. The formula rarely changes, yet the ability to continuously rethink the approach is what separates Driphouse from his many like-minded peers.

To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie - Marlone
(Kranky)
Each track of Marlone develops as if a chapter, the song titles acting as primers of what is and what isn’t to come. Rather than trampling through noised-out big band jazz that often cleans up the messy crime dramas and twisted love affairs of irrational old Hollywood, McGee and Wilhelm tap into the seedy underbelly of noir. It’s a closet full of Don Draper’s dirty secrets, not the star-crossed hellos and goodbyes of Rick Blaine and Ilsa Lund — though, you’ll find yourself murmuring ‘Play it again, Sam’ as To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie continuously break your heart.

Emeralds - What Happened
(No Fun)
"Molding the 70s and 80s electronic sound in their own image, Emeralds have taken the dated space-age technology of synth and reconfigured the sound to match the dark pall that hangs over all of us as money is stretched thin and global crises grow by the thousands. However, What Happened is not the soundtrack to 1984 despite its futuristic tones. What the album is happens to be an oasis from the dirt devils and rising tides." [FULL REVIEW]

Super Minerals - Clusters
(Stunned)
The beauty Super Minerals captures through two lengthy piano pieces leaves me at a loss for words — something I’m sure leaves a lot of friends and readers laughing. Clusters provides two anthems for those of you looking to bridge the gap between the precision of classical works and the boundless freedom of modern avant composition. “Oxygen Bombs” occupies the width of Side A. For much of its runtime, the track takes on a “Chariots of Fire” attitude: prideful, bombastic piano fills as much space as allowed by the low-end production, while fingers transform into the pitter-patter of feet racing to an uncertain goal. The track’s final three minutes transition the thrill of the race into the heated pants of tired runners clumsily looking to catch their breath, as syncopated bells and twisted strings replace the twinkle of ivory. The B-side is filled by the cassette’s namesake, which dazzles with raindrops of piano keys that often blend to mimic the tone of a harp. Around the 14-minute mark, the track begins to strip away the layers, first unveiling a whirling dervish of buzzes and bends. It never finishes its second thought before leaping into a lo-fi music box, melding together the first half with the middle interruption.
















































































