Misery loves company for May’s saddled albums. Summoning nihilism and dread, squelchy mechani-planet fantasists BLACK MOTH SUPER RAINBOW’s hypno-slithering solos operating ghost-poked sonar, “Panic Blooms,” irradiated darkwave circuit-stalkers TWINS’ squeaky-clean pre-sequenced secrets, “That Which Is Not Said,” and galactic ambient-dancing chameleons PINKSHINYULTRABLAST’s lush, polyester-buffed incandescence. “Miserable Miracles.” join surf-twang boardwalk lover-boys CUT WORMS’ glee-club rodeo, “Hollow Ground,” and neo-jazz chamber-punk DANIEL BLUMBERG’s meditative space-jams, “Minus.” for some freakishly specious ennui
Benjamin Lazar Davis - Nothing Matters
Album title: Nothing Matters
Record Label: 11A Records
Careful tales prevail in quiet joys and timid misgivings while sensuous serenity bends around pensive acoustic guitars, idyllic bedroom-pop drum-machines and textured electronics, dressing the refreshing, “Nothing,” in adult-sized lullabies peppered with perceptive conjecture. Submitting love-song comedies dipped in articulate wishes, the multi-talented Davis examines candid humanity through playful maypole melodies glazed in infectious recollections, court-jester gestures and mid-tempo mindfulness.
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Eternal Summers - Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…
Album title: Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…
Record Label: Nevado Music
Bobbing between ballistic and blissful, Eternal Summers keep chrome motors revved against gleaming daydreams with assorted pedal-board novelties groomed for maximum impact. Composed in agile casualness, breezy releases compete with shiny tsunami armies as kaleidoscopic toppers plot leisure teases and cutting comeuppance destroys in coy loyalties, turning, “Dying,” into thriving, conspiring alt-pop righteousness whose shape-shifting riffs grip, lift and sparkle.
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Iceage - Beyondless
Album title: Beyondless
Record Label: Matador
Writhing, chopping-block raw wrath unravels in beautiful dilapidated rage. Beaten but undefeated, sloshed in edgy poet-apothecary’s barbaric hypotheses, “Beyondless,” slings strong webs around vigorous collisions. Brandishing brass and bombast to smash molten impotency into brazen punk-crunched burlesque, Denmark’s Iceage’s staged rampages crash overloaded locomotive polemics into full-moon roadhouse blues, carving starving hearts from double-crossed chaos, doomsday revelry and stubborn bluster.
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Middle Kids - Lost Friends
Album title: Lost Friends
Record Label: Domino Records
Powerchord-forged frustrations linking daily struggles to indignant wisdom, “Lost,” embosses tightly-knitted convictions from tender memories, backing full-throttled choruses with smart, discarded doubts and well-constructed pluck. Old flames claim new alliances as determined mod-rockers Middle Kids mount slippery thoughts to brave refrains soaking in hopeful atonement where humble assumptions swing and jump into soul-baring show-downs, landing indisputable truths onto grinding grooves.
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Quiet Slang - Everything Matters But No One Is Listening
Album title: Everything Matters But No One Is Listening
Record Label: Polyvimyl
Sharp, biting piano trills lift lofty, hive-minded cellos above poignant, bowery choirs harmonizing in drowsy after-hours confessions while, ‘Everything,” rehashes dashed hopes with well-timed defiance and ragged pathos. Beach Slang’s Alex James’ beautiful reinterpretation of his own work stands as a transformative testament, a daring reassessment and a musical triumph. Catch QS June 14th playing Milwaukee’s Colectivo Coffee’s Back Room.
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The Sea and Cake - Any Day
Album title: Any Day
Record Label: Thrill Jockey
Polished solace follows spacious placement when chilled jangle meets contagious persuasions inside Sea and Cake’s frictionless missions; aloof, bullet-proof teenage symphonies drizzled in gentle, penetrating empathy, deflected affections and heavy-lidded suggestions. Zen jazz-pop send-offs sponsoring rich, white-water rapid tapestries driven home in honed beats, “Day,” sways in rootless musings toasted in glowing harmonic osmosis and molded in mellow, cellophane mind-games.
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Who’s playing who? Start with psychotropic twang-angels RF SHANNON’s meandering reverb-curious canyons, “Trickster Blues,” wrestle foxy country-goth torch-singer JESS WILLIAMSON’s blues-bruised heartache, “Cosmic Wink,” then sashay onto sinful synth-imagists PHOSPHENE’s sweeping, effervescent, “Find Us Where We’re Hiding,” before encountering peerless British balladeers THE MAGIC NUMBERS’ rumbling underdog-pop, “Outsider,” gung-ho bronchos LA ROSAS’ savory paisley-punk, “Shadow By Your Side,” and celestial thought-wrestler JESSICA RISKER’s magical folk madrigals, “I See You Among the Stars.” Top it off with nomadic jazz-folk artisan-impresario RYLEY WALKER’s flowering origami-guitar gardens, “Deafman Glance,” and six becomes nine.