Laura Jane Grace & The Devouring Mothers
Doubling down, November albums overindulge. Be it Fight Club rock-vipers LAURA JANE GRACE & THE DEVOURING MOTHERS’ tart, “Bought to Rot,” or court-jester rebels FROG’s ironic garage-rock Americana, “Whatever We Probably Already Had It,” the season reaps extremes. Max out to well-traversed dervishes DEAD CAN DANCE’s ravishing paradises, “Dionysus,” dawn-breaking CELER’s deep-ocean chill, “Memory Repetitions,” and musical Hydra ED HARCOURT’s pensive piano-powered, “Beyond the End.” Either way, don’t stop now.
Michele Mercure - Beside Herself
Album title: Beside Herself
Record Label: RVNG Intl
Basement arcades whose blissful thrills blossom in primitive synchronicity, Mercure’s overdue anthology trips, flips and unfolds vintage synths and tampered samples marching down cyber-dream construction-sites armed with single-minded grooves chasing funky fire-flies among factory ruins. Surreal symphonies integrating mouse-trap Krautrock, “Herself,” chooses eerie palettes to compose haunting compositions for dances both stiff and spacey, natural and mechanical, flawless and accidental.
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Gabby's World - Beast on Beast
Album title: Beast on Beast
Record Label: Yellow K Records
Whip-smart, happy pop swirled in giddy indie-rock, “Beast,” reaches for the stars and grabs brass rings; circling worry with confident promises where friendly suggestions slide down carefree beats riding rainbow highways paved in pastel harmonies. Immersed in day-glo open disclosure and silver-lined kindness, the former Eskimeaux’s reincarnated Gabby’s World spins in dizzy, twist and shout welcomes and genuine, tender good-byes.
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Public Memory - Demolition
Album title: Demolition
Record Label: felte
Velvet neon streaked across galvanized clockwork, “Demolition,” blends ancient anchorless pangs into precise rhythmic devices for luscious zig-zag schematics infiltrating cool sonic fogs. Submitting shimmering images sinking in impoverished economy, billowing in silhouettes and tangled in directionless dimensions, Public Memory interjects fishbowl ghosts broaching cybernetic etiquette with mobile claustrophobia, lost, vacuum-sealed lightning rods smoldering under stainless glazes and frosty blue-prints.
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Kelly Moran - Ultraviolet
Album title: Ultraviolet
Record Label: Warp Records
Sound-cluster sculptor and aural animator, Moran’s lively style stacks calculated cacophony into climatic happenstance; toppling hops overtaking rippling skips while brisk, exponential melodies engulf waterfall geometry married to fearlessly serial hysteria. A wonder and delight, “Ultraviolet,” negotiates, infatuates and retaliates with keyboard-driven expeditions decorated in gamelan tail-spins and divine pachinko symmetry, sorting assorted contorted choreography into lovely, enchanting and ticklish.
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Love Jerks - Million Movies
Album title: Million Movies
Record Label: self-release
Spry lo-fi rock operettas culled from melodramatic matinees and real-life romance, “Movies,” croon and schmooze in heavy-petting show-stoppers, jiving to hoodwinked hullabaloos, skinny-tie shin-digs and Friday-night house-parties. Fun-loving punks crashing renegade serenades into hopped-up teen anthems, Love Jerks cruise in gear boy-girl face-offs, retro-swinging kitsch dishing electric-blue doo-wop and gushing New Wave hustle; savvy finales crafted for ravenous off-Broadway cabaret.
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Rosanne Cash - She Remembers Everything
Album title: She Remembers Everything
Record Label: Blue Note
Bittersweet steel-guitar ripples among brushed snare and aching bass; elegant apprehension weaves between sad-ballad resolutions and strong story-teller’s intrigue as woke folk royalty Cash pours her entire being into every self-reflected moment. Personal myths rising from campfire hymnals, “Everything,” connects hearts and minds to humane campaigns with subtle orchestration, clear lyrics and perceptive metaphors shining sober hope onto solemn problems.
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Between pervasive persuaders VESSELS’ schizophrenic art-rock renaissance, “Queen of the Golden Dogs,” fashionably impassioned HOLY KNIVES’ debonair film-noir, “Year of the Black Dog,” and mind-reeling indie-chameleon ROSE DROLL’s, multi-tasking soft-sell groove-raps, “Your Dog,” November unleashes packs of musical mutts and symphonic mongrels. Add refined canine goldmines, expansive fantasist EIKO ISHIBASHI serene suites, “The Dream My Bones Dream,” plus string nymphs and ocean angels MEG BAIRD AND MARY LATTIMORE’s magnificent astral-folk, “Ghost Forests,” then pepper with shaggy hagglers TOMORROW’S TULIPS rainy-day jangle, “Harnessed To Flesh” and it’s a dog’s life indeed.