Reviews

The very Swedish and very mysterious siblings Olof Dreijer and Karin Dreijer Andersson, who make up The Knife, are following up their 2006 sensation, Silent Shout, in an unconventional way.

On the heels of her excellent Dusty Springfield covers album, Just A Little Lovin’, Shelby Lynne returns with a set of acoustic guitar–based songs that give off similar breakup-record vibes to that of Joni Mitchell’s Blue.

English singer/songwriter Scout Niblett shares a minimalist sensibility and general vocal range with her more glamorous contemporary Cat Power, but there are less obvious comparisons to be made on her new album, The Calcination.

Iceland’s Seabear started out as singer Sindri Már Sigfússon’s solo project but quickly morphed into a seven-strong collective of multi-instrumentalists.

What began as a fun little collaboration between the L.A.-stationed actress Zooey Deschanel and Portland, OR–based songbird M. Ward has evolved into a lush and layered musical marriage of talents that is as subtle and classy as an old leather couch.

I have to keep reminding myself that Charles and Rebecca, the only two members of the U.K.'s Slow Club, are in fact from the U.K. The songs featured on their debut album, Yeah, So, deliver the sort of creaky-floorboard "Momma, fetch the milk pail" folk-rock you would expect from a band who grew up shucking corn and listening to old Johnny Cash albums, which maybe they did.

I've been waiting for a get-down-and-dirty rock 'n' roll album for a while-one that makes me want to dance, make out, and fight all at once. I should've known that it would come from Boss Hog's Cristina Martinez and Jon Spencer, along with Dutch badass Solex (aka Elisabeth Esselink) as impetus, inspiration, and added awesome.

The Splinters' first full-length, Kick, sounds like the sort of music that would be featured on the soundtrack for a fictitious movie called High School Detention.

Packed tight with eerie, dark, and discordant rock-pop, Wetdog's Frauhaus! has the same appeal as finding yourself alone at a seedy carnival after the sun has set.

After a three-year hiatus, Brooklyn experimentalists Yeasayer are back with a sophomore release that proves they’re not opposed to exploring new territory and they’re not afraid to dance.