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Shy Child: Noise Don’t Stop

The NME has said that Shy Child “are to Kraftwerk what the White Stripes are to Led Zeppelin,” but it might be more accurate to compare drummer Nate Smith and keyboardist/vocalist Pete Cafarella to Brendan Fraser in “Encino Man” – like his miraculously preserved caveman, this keytar-rockin’ duo comes straight out of a bygone era. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you – especially if you’ve ever wondered what it might sound like if your favorite early ‘80s New Wave band had survived the last quarter century intact. (Duran Duran doesn’t count.) As the album’s title promises, Smith and Cafarella make an incredible racket here, spinning an impressively dense web of sound out of their drums ‘n’ keys setup. And oh, those keys – you haven’t heard synth tones like this since the closing credits of “Revenge of the Nerds.” Repeated listening to the keyboard solo in “What’s It Feel Like?” may cause spontaneous hair-feathering. It’s all a lot of fun, honestly, even if the endlessly uptempo beats do start to get a little ear-numbing after awhile; Cafarella’s gulping vocals are perfect for the material, and it’s a blast hearing actual drums on a dance record. You probably won’t find yourself humming any of these songs after they’re over, but after 40 solid minutes of ass-shaking, who feels like humming anyway? (Kill Rock Stars 2008)

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The Cat Empire: So Many Nights

After heading to Cuba to record its last album, Australia’s the Cat Empire returns to Melbourne for So Many Nights. It’s a sensible homecoming, given that the band has dedicated its fourth full-length to its country of origin, but thankfully, the familiar scenery hasn’t dulled the group’s wanderlust – these 15 tracks are fueled by the same dizzying blend of influences that fans have come to expect from Cat Empire albums, including traces of everything from rap to merengue. It’s like a mix CD soundtrack for the coolest party you’ll never throw, only all the songs are performed by the same band. They embrace eclecticism more fervently than pretty much any modern pop band you could think of, which is probably why their wild Australian success hasn’t carried over to American shores – it isn’t hard to imagine your average program director shitting a literal brick after listening to So Many Nights. Longtime fans might quibble with the disappearance of the Cuban overtones that popped up on last year’s Two Shoes, but only momentarily; after that, they’ll be too busy dancing to care. If you crave variety in your music – or are just looking for proof that Gloria Estefan was right, and yes, the rhythm is gonna get you – So Many Nights is one of the safer purchases you’ll come across all year. (Velour 2008)

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David Wilcox: Airstream

Since leaving A&M in the mid-‘90s, David Wilcox has jumped from KOCH to Vanguard to What Are Records? – but he’s still managed to release an album about every two years, which is as much a testament to his prolificacy as it is to his devoted fanbase. Problem is, Wilcox has been pacing the same patch of dirt since at least 2000’s What You Whispered; where his albums were once artful examples of how far a talented songwriter could push the boundaries of folk both musically and lyrically, they’ve slowly devolved into regularly timed collections of the sort of frustratingly shallow and/or didactic observations you can hear on any weeknight in coffee shops around the country. Early classics like 1991’s Home Again found him using his capo to wrestle with demons and explore universal truths, but all he ever seems to do anymore is mug for and/or preach to his choir. Airstream is pleasantly free of the slick-surfaced sheen that plagued 2003’s Into the Mystery and 2005’s Vista, but that’s chiefly because of the fact that it was recorded solo in Wilcox’s – wait for it – Airstream trailer. The songs are sometimes funny, sometimes sentimental, and always pretty, but Wilcox has done all this before, and better. Dialing back the production is a step in the right direction, but he still sounds like he needs to recharge his batteries and start digging a little deeper for his material. Fans will enjoy Airstream, no doubt, but they’ll be hard-pressed to put a finger on anything it adds to what came before it. (LABEL: What Are Records? 2008)

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13ghosts: The Strangest Colored Lights

The Birmingham collective’s fourth album finds it working, for the first time all century, with a set lineup beyond singer/songwriters Brad Armstrong and Buzz Russell – but don’t go thinking that means The Strangest Colored Lights represents a buttoned-down shift away from the shambolic, retro-post-folk sprawl that 13ghosts fans have come to expect and love. These 13 tracks, recorded in a basement over the course of a year, cover the same dreamy, spaced-out territory the duo has called home since 2001’s We Are the Sun, but their newly settled personnel help give The Strangest Colored Lights a more consistent sonic palette. 13ghosts’ sound is so expansive – and their relationship with melody so casual – that anyone looking for a quick, casual listen need not apply; this album’s darkest truths are buried deep within its knotted whorls. The press kit compares Strangest Colored’s sound to Sparklehorse and Pink Floyd, and for once, the publicists aren’t grasping at straws; this is an album positively begging for mood-altering substances and a laser light show. Pull down the shades, unplug the phone, and pack a lunch – you may not be done with this one for awhile. (LABEL: Skybucket 2008)

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Davey La: Rotten in Denmark

Listening to an EP is usually a lot like dating a Mormon – no matter how much fun the thing is, just when you’re getting warmed up, it’s all over before you get to the payoff. But Rotten in Denmark, the solo debut from Davey La, former lead singer of the Ambershades (you’ve never heard of them, which is probably the main reason why Davey’s solo and some of his ex-bandmates are schlepping the globe with James Blunt), is more like a trial-size bag of Skittles – there’s a whole rainbow of bright pop flavors in here, but the portion size is small enough to keep you from gorging yourself on the sweetness (and, more importantly, to keep Davey La from tossing in a few clunkers to harsh your buzz). There’s nothing rotten (or appreciably Danish) about it, but fans of driving, guitar-based, hook-filled pop music will be too busy eating this up with a spoon to care. Davey’s got a perfectly elastic voice, a way with a hook, and his tongue planted firmly in his cheek; there’s no way in hell he’ll manage to keep up this kind of glorious momentum over a full-length LP, but no matter – we’ll always have Denmark. (LABEL: Nylo 2008)

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