A praise song for winter, "Slaughterhouse Gulch" doesn't just paint a portrait of Gwyneth Moreland's cottage home in Mendocino County in Northern California. It evokes all the details, small yet visionary, of the natural and spiritual cycle of the seasons.
Picking up where bands like (if there ever could be a band like) Gogol Bordello left off, This Way to the EGRESS turns in a madcap take on the underrated (if not unknown) gypsy-jazz-old-time-punk drinking song.
A little skronky, a little anxious and a whole lot of rock 'n' synth 'n' sax fun, "Voodoo Doll," by supergroup Diamond Rugs, is a study in successful musical contrasts.
Sultry electronic pop and just as sultry acoustic instruments come together on the new track "Change It Up" by Flint, Michigan-based group Boudoir Noir.
Hailing from the misty, Scottish Hebrides region of Isle of Mull, Sorren Maclean's contemporary take on folk music, as displayed on the new song "Rows & Rows of Boxes," sounds like it just couldn't have come from any other place.
Led by Rick Valentin (of Poster Children and Salaryman), Thoughts Detecting Machines take aim at self-help trends that treat the symptoms and not the malaise on "New Day." Maybe a dose of noisy, lo-fi rock 'n' roll is the surest path to enlightenment.
Sometimes less isn't just more; sometimes less is everything. One listen to the beautifully minimalist ballad "Your Arms Are My Walls" by Bowen and you'll get the picture.
Generally, one should live by the golden rule: Lead us not into too many puns. But suspend that rule for the brilliantly titled "Winner of My Disco Tent," a surf-pop instrumental by Seattle band Corespondents that ventures far beyond the Ventures.
Los Angeles-based rocker Colleen Green returns to strong, sardonic, bubble-grunge form on "TV," a three-minute minimalist blast that recalls the best of early Liz Phair or maybe slowed-down Ramones.