Past Releases

Versus "Ex Voto (Ernest Jenning Record Co.)"

Light a candle to whoever the patron saint of returning indie rock legends is, because Versus is back baby! Ex Voto (Ernest Jenning Record Co.) picks up pretty much where we last heard the band nearly ten years ago. All of the trademark Versus moves we’ve come to love are here–the trading of vocal duties between Richard Baluyut and Fontaine Toups. The angular guitars. The exquisite drum work. The choir of penguins…. Ok. Fine. I made the penguin bit up. But I’m not making up how heavy this album is thematically. I’m also not making up how much you are absolutely gonna fall in love with it instantly. Check out “Mummified” before you yourself are wrapped in rags and sleeping in a sarcophagus. So, I mean, you have plenty of time… but why wait?

Alexander Tucker "Guild Of The Asbestos Weaver (Thrill Jockey)"

I have never been an asbestos weaver, let alone in the need of a guild dedicated to just such a craft (I try not to light my books on fire without the need of such a group, thank you very much!  But if I was such a person I’d be pretty chuffed that Alexander Tucker dedicated his new album Guild Of The Asbestos Weaver (Thrill Jockey) to me and my brethren. An expansion to Tucker’s already wide breadth of sounds that lies somewhere between modern experimental electronic music and modern classical music. Here we find Tucker dropping the word “Dreampop” in the PR for the album, and he certainly isn’t wrong. So check out the dreamy, surreal “Energy Alpha.”

Ladrones "Ladrones (Slovenly)"

Hailing from San Juan by way of Atlanta, the self-titled debut from Ladrones is a screaming, wailing blast of punk. Featuring vocals (en Español) by Valeria Sánchez and accompanied by a band with enough bad attitude to garner at least a week’s worth of detention before homeroom is over-get ready to carve Ladrones into your desk and check out the real deal with “Tropimuerte.”

Telekrimen "Culto A Lo Imbecil (Slovenly)"

For their 5th full-length album, Mexico City’s Telekrimen have abandoned their scuzzy, fuzzy, psyched out punk garage sounds for an album full of acoustic ballads. Kidding! I’m kidding! They wouldn’t do you like that. This is every bit as rock’n’roll-y as everything they’ve ever released. So get ready to slam dance with your wall (take the frames down first! They don’t want you breaking your pretty drawings!) and check out the brutal, cracking foundation of “Richman Holocausto.”