Luna

Dean Wareham and his band of New York guitar aesthetes have perfected one of indie rock's slinkiest, sexiest sounds. For sheer sonic pleasure, few bands can match Luna's languid, decadently ethereal pulse, and Wareham's limpid voice adds the right touch of wit. Everyone expected him to fall on his face after the demise of Galaxie 500, but Lunapark was an energy jolt -- tight, funny songs detailing...