Author: Eric Saeger

Madison McFerrin, Scorpio (Madmcferrin Music)

As everyone who’s ever paid the slightest bit of attention to pop music mythology knows, the best albums come after romantic breakups. That, I’m informed, is the case with this one, but you wouldn’t know it by its smoky, torchy, breezy and ultimately upbeat vibe. As you’d guess, Madison is the daughter of Bobby McFerrin of “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” fame, a sentiment that applies here as far as I’m concerned, but in a much more nuanced, sensual, tech-soulful manner, a la Erykah Badu, if you know who that is (if you don’t, think Anita Baker in fully unlocked mellow mode with a focus on loop-driven acid jazz). Regret and pain and such are part of the lyrical template, yes, but again, it’s meant more as gentle escape for recent divorcees and dumpees, not maudlin Adele epicness for those who feel a need to dwell in what-might-have-beens; it’s quite soothing. If you’re planning ahead, she’ll be at De La Luz in Holyoke, Mass., on Oct. 19, and Space in Portland, Maine, on Oct. 20. A+

Butthole Surfers, Live At The Leather Fly (Sunset Blvd Records)

To the guy who was giving me crap all last year for “covering too much mainstream stuff” (he’s literally been the only one ever [eye-roll emoji]): this oughta make you happy. I’ve always hated this San Antonio, Texas-based psych-punk band’s name more than any of you people do, trust me, but its way-over-the-top weirdness has absolutely earned these guys a star on some Rock ‘n’ Roll Walk Of Fame somewhere; at this point, leaving them out of any non-commercial-rock conversation would be like pretending the Sex Pistols never happened, so let’s just not. Bandleader Gibby Haynes and his boys offered a unique brand of bizarrely skewed but somehow addictive tuneage that often conjured Jello Biafra babbling over your uncle’s garage band as recorded by an answering machine, but it was somehow irresistible. This live set (recorded someplace that’s still unidentified; the “Leather Fly” was a Gibby in-joke) kicks off with a wacky version of “Graveyard” from their 1987 LP, which was when I boarded their victory train to nowhere; it’s an album I’d still tell anyone on Earth to listen to until they like it. What a mess here, but a glorious one. A

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• This Friday is the Fourth of July, are you drunk yet? I should be, because what am I supposed to be talking about this week, like, what kind of lunatic releases an album on the Fourth of July, when they know full well that anyone who actually buys albums rather than pirate all their music through all those totally suss but workable YouTube-To-MP3 sites will be drunk that day? OK, I expected a bunch of new albums to be released this week on odd days that weren’t Friday the Fourth, but no, I’ve had to go hunting around to find enough albums to fill up this space, because according to Metacritic there’s literally only one more-or-less-notable LP streeting this week, so I suppose I’ll have to do some actual work this week, to find stuff, but for the moment we’ll jump into this horror with Period, the latest from Kesha! Now, not that Kesha’s stuff is distinguishable from half the bling-divas who emerged during the Aughts, but in her defense, she’s something of a survivor, having spent her childhood living in actual poverty, as opposed to the non-actual poverty Billie Eilish was originally purported to have suffered. Then of course was the kerfuffle with her producer Dr. Luke, who allegedly was an abusive lunatic. What does all this mean? Not much, it just means that I’m willing to give Kesha five seconds to impress me with the album’s newest single, “Boy Crazy!” So, it’s got a sort of trance-meets-hip-hop vibe with a side of Mr. Roboto, and the hook is nothing more than a Millennial Whoop bit, which I thought had gone out of style five or 10 years ago, but whatever, all the power to her, I suppose. The video features her lusting after basically every type of guy, including older guys, a growing trend among younger women that I endorse wholeheartedly. She’ll be at the Xfinity Center in Mansfield, Mass., on July 24.

• Like I said earlier, very few albums are being released this Friday, but we can play a little catch-up by talking about Atlanta rapper-singer Lazer Dim 700’s new album, Sins Aloud, which came out on Tuesday, July 1. Lazer, whose real name is Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton, is renowned for his breathless ad-lib rhyming, a fetish for primordial 808 beats and bringing a lot of fun to his art (for example, last year’s single “Injoyable” is propelled by a sample of Spongebob Squarepants’ laugh). New single “Undalay” is pretty weird itself, with its drum-less, woozy, Lewis Carroll-redolent beat; in the video, Hamilton spits at top speed (he’s been rapping since second grade, by the way) while fondling stacks of hundred-dollar bills. No tour coming for the moment; last year he was at Boston’s Middle East, in case you were wondering whether he’s “legit underground.”

• Let’s see, what else. On July 3, London, U.K.-based indie-rockers Double Virgo release Shakedown, which is their first full-length, I believe (the two principals, Sam Fenton and Jezmi Tarik Fehmi, also play in the band Bar Italia). I was really impressed by the single “Bemused,” which combines drunken pub-indie/oi with art rock.

• And finally, Pitchfork Media tells me we have a new record from another Londoner, Nilüfer Yanya, namely the Dancing Shoes EP, which came out on Wednesday, July 2! The single, “Where To Look,” is more upbeat and tribal-sounding (she grew up on Turkish music) than your average Chappell Roan tune. She’ll play three shows in Massachusetts (one at the Drake in Amherst and two at the Roadrunner in Boston) from Sept. 9 through Sept. 11.

Frankie Cosmos, Different Talking (Sub Pop Records)

In nepo baby news, this New York-bred singer (real name Greta Kline, daughter of actors Kevin Kline and Phoebe Cates) specializes in sleepy bedroom pop, more specifically early-Aughts “anti-folk,” the twee-ish sort of stuff that made up half the Juno soundtrack (I still love the line in that movie when Elliot Page said Sonic Youth sucks, so I was ready to hand this record a hall pass despite its being nothing I’d ever voluntarily listen to). This new LP brings nothing too much new to that formula, which will certainly please its 30-to-40-something target demographic. Lots of waifish moonbat warbling that’s lighter than air and equally substantive, but sure, a lot of it is pretty, for example “Vanity,” which was born for Cape Cod fashion-boutique loudspeakers and shows signs that she’s grown somewhat. Things like “Pressed Flower” are more along Belle & Sebastian lines. She’ll be at Brighton Music Hall in Boston on Sept. 19. A

Durand Jones & The Indications, Flowers (Colemine Records)

If you want to capture the essence of 1970s soul-disco this summer (and there’s no better time for it, of course), look no further than this record, put forth by a band whose songwriting core consists of former students at Indiana University’s Jacobs School of Music, who obviously put tuneage from period contemporary radio-R&B bands like Four Tops and The Spinners under an electron microscope in a fevered push to synthesize it. Melodically it’s top drawer, with “Lover’s Holiday”’s instantly accessible cool-breeze vibe evoking convertible cars cruising through beach-town streets as the crowd starts ambling back to its hotels. “Flower Moon” is even more accurate, nicking the lazy horn-driven steez of Chicago’s “Only The Beginning” exquisitely; any ’70s kid would swear they’d heard it somewhere before. If you were looking for something to inspire you to drive to the beach, this is exactly it. They’ll be at Citizens House of Blues in Boston on Sept. 26. A

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• We continue not to be safe from new albums, and a bunch more of them are coming on Friday, June 27, which is World Diabetes Day, so if you eat any American food at all that day you’re being as tradition-conscious as a Dropkick Murphys T-shirt on St. Patrick’s Day and I salute you. It is the last Friday of June, and with the Fourth of July drinking-contest date in the works and car-backseat mating season in full swing, many famous rock stars want to be part of your summer memories/nightmares, so let’s go, open the gates and let all those new albums loose, into the stores and Napsters, look at ’em go, running around like it’s the Deerfield Fair’s pig scramble, let me just grab one of those little rascals with my snark-lasso! Jeepers, there are so many it’s like shooting whales in a barrel, I’ve got one already, and it’s squealing its head off, right in my face! Yikes, it’s an ornery one, this album, the new one from Japanese kawaii-metal influencers Babymetal! Maybe you somehow don’t know what this band is, so let me explain to all three of you: Imagine three 20-year-old girls dressed like anime princesses but their miniskirts are leather, and they’re singing and dancing like Destiny’s Child to really fast thrash-metal music, sort of like early Poppy when she was relevant (and in fact they’ve done a feat-or-vice versa with her). If they were Pokemon they’d be named Waifuta, Waifutite and Waifutatta, identical triplets who are all easily captured using sleep attacks, but if you had to catch them to win Pokemon Go, you’d have to get past friend-of-the-Hippo Dan Szczesny, who thinks they’re so awesome that he guards them like a hairy Charizard, so that his daughter will always have them available for consultation when she eventually inherits this column from me, after WMUR-TV finally taps me to become the on-air replacement for Fritz Wetherbee and once she’s mastered the art of long sentences! This is an exciting time for our totally corporate-manufactured trio, with their new album Metal Forth heading to your earbuds, led by a tune called “From Me To U,” which sounds like a cross between Black Veil Brides and the Beyblade cartoon’s theme song, you have to hear it to believe it, folks!

• But then again, maybe you don’t like anime metal and prefer instead to trash your eardrums the old-fashioned way, not with digitally neutered nu-metal guitars but with 60-year-old Fender Stratocasters played though analog guitar amps cranked to 11, in which case you’ll be glad to know that Motörhead is also releasing a new album on Friday, titled The Manticore Tapes! This recently unearthed set features the band’s original “three amigos” lineup playing all sorts of loud Motörhead-y proto-punk songs, including an early demo version of the band’s flagship track, “Motörhead!”This is exactly the type of album you want to crank in your bedroom if your sister keeps ignoring the sign on your door that says “Positively No Admittance, Please Take Note!”

• You remember when New Zealand’s Lorde was important, after her big single “Royals” and her dreary cover of “Everybody Wants To Rule The World” for the Hunger Games: Catching Fire soundtrack, right? Well guess what, her new album is here, headed up by the single “What Was That,” a Chappell Roan-inspired hormone-booster about having a lousy boyfriend, unless it’s about something else (it never is).

• Finally it’s New York City-based alternative-rockers Blonde Redhead with their latest full-length Shadow Of The Guest! Includes the tune “Before,” a nice-enough twee tune with a children’s chorus singing along for some reason.

The New Eves, The New Eve is Rising

Couple of advance singles from this U.K.-based all-female art-whatever band; I wanted to get to this before I forgot, not because the band’s upcoming (Aug. 1) full-length LP The New Eve Is Rising is a “who’s who”-level release, more of a “what the hell is that” that I think your super-awkward roommate should know about so she takes a break from talking to you. Weird, edgy recipe here: Visuals from the Flower Power era but with one foot firmly planted in The Blair Witch Project (seriously, go look); ritualistic, sometimes polyrhythmic chant-along tuneage that’s borderline tuneless unless you’re into Rasputina when she’s in certifiably crazy mode — I’m sure this stuff is inspired by some sort of goth-faire band or some such, but either way these girls are alright. The video for the flute- and Peavey-plugged guitar-driven “Rivers Run Red” looks like found footage of the Manson girls before they did their thing and it does fit, even their gobbling bowls of strawberries and dancing their pagan crook-leg summoning of Cthulhu or whatnot. “Highway Man” isn’t as nutty, more or less combining No Nos with Romeo Void. The Go-Go’s on acid is the bullet version. B

The Wildmans, “Highway Man”/”Rivers Run Red” (Transgressive Records)

I have a Twitter friend I absolutely adore, an Appalachian-bred woman who was adopted into a hilariously hardscrabble life and is nowadays chugging right along with a career in political knowledge work. She inspired me to take Appalachian folk music seriously, and it’s a genre I’ve come to like quite a bit, which brings us directly to this brother-sister act from the lush hills of a burg called Floyd, Virginia, population 449. They’re on the way up, having already shared stages with Bela Fleck, Billy Strings and Steep Canyon Rangers, not a bad resumé given that they’re in their early 20s. Guitarist/mandolinist Elisha has a Linda Ronstadt quality to her voice, a good match for these stubbornly country songs as well as the harmonizing of her fiddle-playing brother Aila, who won the 2018 Best All Around Performer award at the Galax Old Fiddlers Convention in their home state. Lots of depth and prettiness to be found here, primarily focused on balladry, I didn’t hear any cutting-loose here but there’s plenty of time. A

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• Friday, June 20, will bring us, guess what, new albums, because that’s what Fridays do for us, whether we need new albums or not. The number of albums released by humans is now in the trillions of gorillions, but our appetite for new albums cannot ever be sated, because we instinctively know that a trillion monkeys putting out a trillion albums in the 2020s will, by anyone’s logic, eventually result in an album that’s just great and awesome without being derivative, and no, I’m not referring to Chappell Roan, because all she really did was gussy up top-drawer Madonna/TayTay-style tuneage with Ed Banger beats, which I told you people in February, but did you listen for yourselves to find out I’m right? Mind you, if you’re in a band and trying to write new songs, it’s almost impossible not to be the teensiest bit derivative; when I was putting out records with my own punk-metal band years ago, I tried to force-feed myself music that I wouldn’t have normally listened to in the hope that it’d somehow influence my punk-metal music, which is really how you should really approach songwriting if you have a serious band with record label interest (in case you didn’t know, that’s all Led Zeppelin did when they started, rip off Willie Dixon et al. songs from the early ’60s). At the time, a really old DJ dude had given me a big box of 45-rpm singles from the 1970s, including Kool & The Gang’s “Jungle Boogie” — this was before the tune became famous for its inclusion in the Pulp Fiction soundtrack — and I listened to that nonsense constantly, hoping that all that weird antique disco stuff would worm into my brain and influence my punk-metal songs and — oh, you guys don’t care about this, except for the serious musicians out there, you just want to hear about the latest news from totally derivative artists like Cardi B or Vanilla Ice or whatever you’re doing here, let me go look at the list and see if there’s anything that isn’t horribly derivative and/or generally stupid, fat chance, let me look. OK, here we go, let’s start with the three sisters who comprise the soft-rock band Haim, and I’ll try not to ruin everything by mentioning that they’re basically the Zoomer version of Fleetwood Mac, because they don’t like when people do that, so stop thinking about Fleetwood Mac you guys, come on. Their new LP is called I Quit and features the fun little single “Down To Be Wrong,” which totally doesn’t sound like Fleetwood Mac at all except for the Lindsay Buckingham guitar parts, the carefully sculpted ’70s harmonies, and the subtle country-pop aroma to it that you only detect on Fleetwood Mac songs, look, just forget it, I need you guys to knock it off right this minute.

• English alt-rock singer Yungblud claims to have been “diagnosed with ADHD at a young age,” but in my opinion ADHD is a sign of normality in our TikTok world. His new album Idols is here and starts with “Lovesick Lullaby,” a cross between Eminem and Blur. It’s very cool and totally completely a derivative mashup, let’s move on.

• Straight-laced pop-rocker Benson Boone wisely left the 2021 American Idol competition before the show’s vapid judge-monsters voted him out for sounding like a lame version of Billy Squier. American Heart, his new album, spotlights “Young American Heart,” a tune that evinces his talent for totally not ripping off Bryan Adams, OK, it does, but that’s fine by me, next.

• Lastly, like any band that’s on Third Man Records, New York City’s Hotline TNT has a story about the time hamburger-addict Jack White decided to sign them. Their forthcoming full-length Raspberry Moon includes “Julia’s War,” which takes their usual shoegaze-ish formula and retrofits it with Foo Fighters-ness. Real dumb video, but hey.

Lüt, “Opp Ned” (Indie Recordings)

Well here’s a filthy, ear-grabbing burner, the final advance from this Norwegian post-emo band’s third, apparently as yet untitled LP. I’d love to tell you more about them, since I really like everything I’ve heard from them so far, but we’re in the era of Anonymous, when bands and various other artistes — Banksy, for instance — keep their identities secret, or force prospective fans to do their own research if they want to know more about them. Metallica drummer Lars Ulrich loves these guys, if that’s of any import to you, and they’ve played at a good number of unpronounceable European festivals, but all you really need to do is hear one of their better songs, like this one. This song’s hook is absolutely epic, for one thing, but the ingredients list for their vibe is uniquely awesome: the attitude of The Hives, a guitar sound that binds ’80s goth-rock to no-wave (think Taking Back Sunday, for shorthand), and the boisterous energy of Dropkick Murphys. If that doesn’t interest you, go check your pulse. Seriously, give this a shot. A+ —Eric W. Saeger

Noah Haidu, Standards III (Infinite Distances Records)

One of New York’s finest active jazz pianists here, a guy on his way up, jamming his third set of standards with count-’em two different rhythm sections. A busily simmering “Yesterdays” opens the album in fine black-tie style, followed by a bustling version of Rodgers and Hart’s “Lover” that’ll make wonks’ heads spin. Of course, jazz isn’t all about showing off technical skill, so we move into slowbies at that point with a bouncily phlegmatic take on Mercer Ellington’s “Things Ain’t What They Used To Be” and a lovingly rendered essay on Thad Jones’s “A Child Is Born” that reveals Haidu’s boundless capacity for turning melodies inside out. The more melodically sticky things come from the pop world, with the appropriately soulful “Stevie W,” and then from Chappell Roan’s (yes, that Chappell Roan) “Casual,” which is presented not as the stunning park-and-make-out mega-anthem that it is, but yet another scalar place to explore surgically (interpret that as you wish, but, reluctant as I am to admit it, sometimes Taylor Swift-flavored bubblegum is its own guilty reward). A —Eric W. Saeger

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• Nothing like a Friday the 13th, am I right guys, and as far as the new albums that are coming out that day, what could be more apropos than a new album from Van Morrison, my least favorite fedora-wearing pop musician, not that there are any fedora rockers that I’ve ever liked in this life? Yes, it’s as if I walked under a ladder and had five black cats cross my path on my way to my house, where I promptly opened an umbrella when I walked in and then broke a mirror, because I know there’s like five of you who’d flip out and message me on Facebook, yelling misspelled epithets in ALL CAPS if I neglected to mention this dude’s new album Remembering Now, so save it, I was already prepared for this disaster, because I was in the Mahket Basket the other day buying my week’s supply of Cheetos when there it was, assaulting me over the store’s evil loudspeakers, the song “Mister Jones,” which I’ve always hated, not because I thought it was a Van Morrison song (which it isn’t, it’s actually the biggest hit by Counting Crows) but because it makes me want to join the marines and volunteer to sweep for forgotten landmines in Afghanistan just so I’ll never hear it again. Whatever, I think I’ve heard a couple of Van Morrison songs that were OK, so I shall sally forth and click the clicky to hear — let’s see, the first song, “Cutting Corners,” I do these things only for you people. Oh, this isn’t all that bad if you like country music that sounds like it’s being sung by a mechanic from upstate New York, because that’s what it sounds like, there’s Slim Pickens-style dobro and fiddle, and at least it doesn’t sound at all like “Domino,” the dreadful Van Morrison song that obviously inspired “Mister Jones,” nor does it sound like the even-worse “Brown Eyed Girl,” which, as I’ve mentioned before, is the national anthem for accountants who can’t dance. So carry on with your sort-of country music, Van Morrison, until we meet again or whatnot.

• Now that that’s over with, we can turn our attention to my literal favorite Australian band, King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard, whose name takes up almost a whole line of column space, thanks for being insane, guys! Phantom Island is the name of this month’s King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard album, just in time, because I’ll tell you, I’d actually been worried for a few weeks that they weren’t going to put out an album like they usually do literally every other month, so here it is! When last we left our heroes, on whichever album it was, they were fully committed to making nonsense acid-pop, refusing to bother with stupid boring music-nerd stuff like hooks, instrumental interplay or song structure, so why don’t we just mosey on down to the YouTube corral, Van Morrison style, and take a gander at the latest blah blah blah from these blotter-acid-gobbling turkey-people, yes let’s. Lol, listen to the band’s funny singing man on the new single, “Grow Wings and Fly,” making no sense, something about hanging out in Shanghai, and then — wait, now it’s an actual good ’70s radio-pop song! What are they even doing! Help!

• But wait a minute, we’re not out of the woods yet, because look who it is, Buckcherry with their new album, Roar Like Thunder! The title track comes off like AC/DC, as always, but in arena-punkabilly mode. Ha ha, who buys these albums?

• Last but not least this week is British grime-rapper AJ Tracey, with the appropriately hip-hoppishly titled Don’t Die Before You’re Dead, aren’t you already scared of this hip-hop fellow? “Friday Prayer” recycles/steals from some old Otis Redding beat, and then we get some above-average grime-rapping, as advertised (hilarious note: the band’s Like-bots made no attempt to disguise themselves on the YouTube page for this one, it’s so cute). —Eric W. Saeger

Kurt Deimer, And So It Begins (Bald Man Records)

From the fringes of arena-metal stardom comes this Cincinnati, Ohio-based actor (a die-on role in the 2018 soft reboot of Halloween), rocker (this album, his first) and filmmaker (the upcoming slasher flick Hellbilly Hollow), who specializes in a highly accessible sort of Buckcherry meets power-metal vibe with a southern-fried side of Widespread Panic. He’s made a few influential friends as a frontman, including Queensryche’s Geoff Tate, who guest-sings here on “Burn Together,” and, in strange bedfellow news, Bon Jovi lead guitarist Phil X, who co-wrote four of these songs, including the focus track “Hero,” which nicks Marilyn Manson’s early sound pretty heavily. As you go along with the record there’s nothing really wrong aside from a little scalar verisimilitude between the songs, which could have been solved with (all together now) some interesting samples, but nevertheless it’s got a lot of crunchy riffing if that’s your thing. He’ll open for Tesla at the Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom this Friday (June 6) and Saturday (June 7). A-

Avicii, Avicii Forever (Pinguettes/Universal Records)

The world lost Swedish EDM/electro genius Tim Bergling, aka Avicii, in 2018, but his tracks are permanently seared into the memory banks of club-goers worldwide, for instance the bouncing, trance-adjacent “Levels,” with its NHL hockey-rink-rinsing ambiance, and the infectiously urgent “Wake Me Up,” a country-tinged dance joint that you’d definitely recognize from having heard it somewhere (he made several successful attempts to fuse country and techno, this being his most successful, peaking at No. 4 on the U.S. dance chart). What we have here is a career compilation of sorts; all the aforementioned songs are found on this set, as well as the buzzing shock-treatment electro hit “Sunshine,” a collaboration with David Guetta that was his debut into elite DJ society. This guy was gone way too soon; luckily for most fans this one is one-stop shopping. A+

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• We’re into the new June music releases now, guys, the albums of Friday, June 6, to be precise, and there’s a metric ton of new ones coming out, all scrambling around like feral puppies, doing little clown dances as they compete for your hard-earned dollars if you have any (and haven’t figured out how to use YouTubeToMP3 yet)! I’m pretty sick of all the mixtapes I burned for my car, but since I left the daily-grind workforce, my entire weekly commuting time is down to about 20 minutes, just back and forth from the Elm Street Market Basket when Petunia and I run out of waffles and assorted other health foods, so it’s all good, but maybe there’ll be something in this week’s list that won’t instantly put me in a sour mood, let’s go have a look and hope for the best. Ugh, not an enticing start for me, a new album titled I Forgive You from Cynthia Erivo, who won the role of Elphaba in Wicked for having ridiculously long and dangerous fingernails and having the most piercings in human history won tons of Grammys and Tonys and whatnot, which is fine, because at least the part of the Good Witch didn’t go to Amanda Seyfried, who left the TV show Big Love to make seriously bad movies, which is one thing she definitely excelled at in her post-teen years! This is Erivo’s second album, said to be a “reintroduction” to her world-class style, and I found that everything on it (at least what I heard, anyway) has an epic romantic-tearjerking quality to it, in which she makes Adele look like a complete amateur, there’s really no contest. She’ll be on a very limited tour in August; the closest venue to New England will be in Syracuse, N.Y.

• After a four-month rollout that’s driven his fans insane, famous hip-hop man Lil Wayne resurfaces this Friday with Tha Carter VI. He is known for being one of the greatest rappers of all time, the inspiration for such luminaries as Nicki Minaj, Kendrick Lamar and such, but there’s no consensus at the moment in online sewing circles like the HipHopHeads subreddit as to whether or not he’ll make any sense onstage, in interviews or anyplace else as he promotes this new one, owing to years of opiate abuse. His last one, Funeral, came out in 2020 and was met with “mixed to positive” reviews; there’s an advance sample of this one in which he sounds, as always, like a nasty version of Skee-Lo, not to influence the buying decision you’ve already made.

• Since this musical decade has no idea what it’s doing or what it even is, the latest knuckleball in the works is the new album from Cypress Hill & London Symphony Orchestra, titled Black Sunday Live At The Royal Albert Hall, because why not. What’s that? No, I’m serious, you can go to YouTube right now and hear this album’s version of “I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That” before it drops on Friday. Spoiler, the 31-year-old song gets the symphonic treatment, and the band couldn’t sound more bored, but do with that information what you will.

• If you’re a boomer, you’ll recall the Doobie Brothers being one of your favorite pop-rock bands, but then they decided to let Michael McDonald take over the singing for “What a Fool Believes” and most people couldn’t believe how lame it was compared to their earlier hits. Be that as it may, the band’s new LP, Walk This Road, is on the way, and original singer Tom Johnston is back with them, but the (spoiler) blues-based title track features McDonald singing in his Airedale terrier voice, oh well, whatever.

• And finally it’s Pittsburgh’s own psychedelic-indie band Black Moth Super Rainbow with a new album, Soft New Magic Dream, featuring the single “Open the F—ing Fantasy,” an annoyingly catchy down-tempo thingamajig, its unintelligible vocals piped through a 1970s voice modulator for no reason whatsoever.

Featured Image: Kurt Deimer, And So It Begins (Bald Man Records) and Avicii, Avicii Forever (Pinguettes/Universal Records)

Smut, Tomorrow Comes Crashing (Bayonet Records)

From Cincinnati, Ohio, comes this pleasingly melodic but quite loud post-Riot grrrl outfit combining fat, shreddy guitars and top-drawer female singing toward an effort to concoct something that’s like an alternative-universe epic metal, if you will. The focus track, “Syd Sweeney,” could indeed be a fourth-wave feminist treatise for all I could tell from the barely discernible lyrics in its Blair Witch Project-like video, but the main riff has a noise part that’s really neat. Opening tune “Godhead” has a little shoegaze feel to it, but its urgency and decidedly non-androgynous attitude isn’t native to that genre; “Dead Air” is an even more complicated genre-mix, given its gauzy guitars and overly reverbed vocals giving way to pure grunge. This is all a major departure from their previous dream-pop approach; it’s more like a cross between Garbage and a grown-up Avril Lavigne, would be the shorthand. It’s pretty great really. A+ —Eric W. Saeger

Ryan Truesdell, Shades of Sound: Gil Evans Project Live at Jazz Standard, Vol. 2 (Outside in Music)

Truesdell, a winner of multiple Grammys, has a deep fascination with the work of Canadian-American pianist-composer Gil Evans; this is his second dive into the extensive catalog of Evans, who died in 1988 after having an influential hand in the evolution of free jazz, fusion and other associated sounds. Suffice it to say that if you like horns you’ll love this; some of New York’s finest jazz musicians are here, including trombonist Ryan Keberle, who’s been featured on this page, and sax player Donny McCaslin (ditto), both of whose frenetic ramblings are held in check by drummer Lewis Nash. Aside from “The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men,” there’s honestly not much space for the listener to relax here, not that anyone would want that in a vital jazz release; wildly talented singer Wendy Gilles is the frosting on the cake, elaborately decorating such things as the Big Band-evoking “Laughing At Life.” You don’t want to miss this, seriously. A+ —Eric W. Saeger

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A seriously abridged compendium of recent and future CD releases

• Like a big stupid iceberg that’s about to harsh my mellow, here comes Friday, May 30, with all its new albums, I’m dinging the warning bell as hard as I can but you people just keep shopping, oblivious to the danger, sad-face emoji! This Friday sees the biggest haul of albums in quite a while, where on Earth were all these people around Christmastime when I was sucking wind trying to fill this space and all I had to talk about were nonsense albums. Boy, you should see this huge pile of new albums, everyone on Earth is trying to get a jump on the summertime makeout-music market, it’s overloaded with new stuff I have no interest in whatsoever, but wait, my stomach might be able to handle this new album from Garbage, titled Let All That We Imagine Be The Light, my wife likes them anyway, let me see what’s even going on here, get your Doritos and let’s do this, folks. This album is reported to be “thematically more optimistic and less socio-political” than their previous ones, which is actually a nice break; personally I couldn’t care less what some rock star thinks about Trump or whatnot, everyone has their minds made up about these things one way or another depending on their lamestream media of choice, let me go listen to the record’s opening track, “There’s No Future In Optimism.” Yikes, it sounds like Madonna for the first few bars, and then comes the familiar asphalt-burning post-punk vibe Garbage fans have known and loved since the Sphinx was being built, I’m sure they’ll approve. They’ll be at the Roadrunner in Boston on Sept. 18, start saving your DoorDash tips now, because tickets start at $100, yes, you read that right, can you believe how out of control tickets prices have gotten? I was just watching an old interview with Kurt Cobain where he was shocked that Madonna was charging $50 (this was back during the Grover Cleveland administration) and Nirvana was only charging $17. Crazy, isn’t it? And it’s bad, too, because according to a recent internet story that made the rounds for a day or so, regularly going to concerts adds years to your life, not that I believe it. Do you?

• Oh no, this can’t be happening, someone with more money than brain cells decided to do a documentary about Pavement, the band I literally detest most in the world; I never bought the line that they were “the slacker version of the Rolling Stones for the 1990s,” I just thought they were awful. But hey, that might not be you, and so there’s nothing I can do but report that the documentary, Pavements, has a soundtrack, performed by that awful band, and it comes out Friday. Spoiler, all the sample tuneage sounds like your drunk uncle playing bad chords on his Flying V guitar through a second-hand Peavey amp and making up random songs about existentialism or women who didn’t want anything to do with him when he was 15, are those guys really relevant anymore? (Reminder: Dr. David Thorpe totally agrees with me.)

• Also on Friday, garage rock revivalist Ty Segall releases his 17th album, Possession, featuring the title track, a palatable-enough ’70s-pop-rock thing that sounds like Joe Walsh if he could sing, doing understated boogie/whatnot.

• Lastly we have former pop diva of the month Miley Cyrus, with her new one, Something Beautiful. This is said to be a “visual album showcasing her love for fashion,” which I took to mean, you know, the videos would be visually interesting, but the video for the title track isn’t, it’s just Miley made up like a Hunger Games judge, singing torch-style, like she wants to be Amy Winehouse this month (fat chance), but at least she’s not trying to be Black Sabbath again, am I right gang? —Eric W. Saeger

Featured Image: Malphas, Tales from the Olden Realm (self-released/Bandcamp) & Ches Smith, Clone Row (self-released)