Oakland post-punkers Clipd Beaks go pre-punk on their second full-length, creating a death-hippie vibe with meandering songs that hover around the five-minute mark like a smoky veil over barren landscapes.

Eschewing the hopeful lullabies and languid odes to taking it easy that made her famous, Corinne Bailey Rae has drastically changed her tune on The Sea, the first release since the death of her husband in 2008.

Deluka are like the teenybopper sisters of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs-they can't possibly live up to their older sibling's cool but still desperately try to emulate their killer style.

The self-titled debut by Grass Widow, an all-girl three-piece from San Francisco, hearkens back to those sweet, sweet days when the iPod was but a glimmer in our collective eye.

Magnetic Fields' mastermind Stephin Merritt knows how to write poppy love ballads, and Realism is no exception.