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45 Best Albums of 2014 So Far

The best rock, hip-hop, EDM and country of this year’s first half

Skrillex, Recess

Skrillex, "Recess" album cover, 2014.

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From Skrillex's massive drops to Beck's sensitive simmer, from Miranda Lambert's rustic bite to Future's robotic croon, 2014's proving to have no shortage of excellent music across all genres. Here's an unranked list of the year's best so far.

Jack White, Lazaretto

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Jack White, ‘Lazaretto’

Jack White makes heavy, turbulent modern-blues records the same way he pursues his other passion, furniture restoration: with a decisive attention to contour, color scheme and cagey, durable detail. In Lazaretto, literally a house of blues (the title is Italian for a lepers' hospital), each room is outfitted according to White's mood and trials: the hip-hop seizure and hog-squeal guitar in "Lazaretto"; the bleak piano and deathangel voices in "Would You Fight for My Love?" as if Queen came from antebellum Mississippi; the crushing voodoo of "That Black Bat Licorice," lined with nervous mandolin and scalding fiddle. He knows how to make pure fun.

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Miranda Lambert, Platinum

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Miranda Lambert, ‘Platinum’

"Priscilla," as elsewhere on Miranda Lambert's fifth LP, takes a cheeky view of her ascent to country music Queen Bee. But mostly it shows how Lambert earned her throne: by singing top-shelf songs in the voice of a woman getting real. Listening to her records is like eavesdropping in a hair salon. The title track is near-literally that, a brassy set of punch lines comparing hair color with record sales and declaring, "What doesn't kill you only makes you blonder."

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Skrillex, Recess

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Skrillex, ‘Recess’

To all the skeptics: Skrillex has heard your complaints. The first full-length release of his six-year solo career shows him fitter, happier and more well-adjusted – it turns out he actually wants to make you dance, not just mosh like a maniac. Compared to the geysers of grinding noise Skrillex used to specialize in, Recess' climaxes are sleek and friendly – more like a playful game of laser tag than the hungry roar of a robot T. rex.

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Eric Church, The Outsiders

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Eric Church, ‘The Outsiders’

Eric Church branded himself a country-music outlaw of consequence on 2011's platinum-selling Chief. On his fourth studio album, the North Carolina singer-songwriter made a record that's weirder, louder and even more badass. The title track broadcasts Church's intent: "They're the in crowd, we're the other ones/It's a different kind of cloth that we're cut from." Subtle, it ain't: a roughneck-misfit anthem, delivered in a menacing drawl that triangulates singing, speaking and rapping – until the whole thing dives into a prog-metal coda that should remind you Mastodon are a Southern band, too.

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Bruce Springsteen, High Hopes

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Bruce Springsteen, ‘High Hopes’

Bruce Springsteen's 18th studio album is a portrait of the artist at the top of his 21st-century game: rock-soul dynamite and finely drawn pathos bound by familiar, urgent themes (national crisis, private struggle, the daily striving for more perfect union) and the certain-victor's force in his singing. High Hopes is also a deep look back over Springsteen's past decade, his best onstage and record since the first, with a keen eye turned forward. The cumulative effect of this mass of old, borrowed, blue and renewed – covers, recent outtakes and redefining takes on two classics – is retrospect with a cutting edge, running like one of the singer's epic look-ma-no-set-list gigs: full of surprises, all with a reason for being there.

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Beck, Morning Phase

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Beck, ‘Morning Phase’

On his remarkable 2002 album, Sea Change, Beck ditched his signature irony, break beats and jump cuts to vibe on the country-tinged singer-songwriter tradition of his L.A. hometown. Since then, the album's stature has only grown – even as Beck left his fringed-suede jacket tucked away in a closet. He has finally put it back on for Morning Phase, which features many of the same players and themes. The result is a set that feels like an instant folk-rock classic.

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Black Keys, Turn Blue

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The Black Keys, ‘Turn Blue’

Turn Blue is a genuine turning point for the Black Keys – into a decisively original rock, with a deeper shade of blues. You still get the minimalist vigor of the Keys' first records a decade ago. But this is more brazen severity, richer and forward in its hip-hop allusions, super-size-rock dynamics, pictorial studio flourishes and offbeat commercial savvy. The Keys have been working up to this since their first LP with Brian "Danger Mouse" Burton, 2008's Attack & Release. Turn Blue sounds like arrival.

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Future, Honest

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Future, ‘Honest’

Lots of rappers talk about drugs, but Future is one of the few whose music makes you feel like you're actually on some. When he raps, it's in pulse-racing staccato bursts; when he sings, his Auto-Tuned vowels stretch and melt like alien dreams. Two years after his debut LP, Pluto, sent shock waves through mainstream rap, everyone else is still playing catch-up. Now the Atlanta oddball is vaulting ahead once again with a weirder, grander, dizzier trip.

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Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks Wig Out at Jagbags

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Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, ‘Wig Out at Jagbags’

Stephen Malkmus is one of the last Nineties indie-rock titans who has kept making his own eccentric music, on his own merry terms. Though written while Malkmus was living in Berlin, the excellently titled Wig Out at Jagbags – his sixth album with the Jicks – shows his heart's still in his native California, as he whips up song structures that give him room to indulge his taste for hazy, cosmic jive, sardonic wit and unabashed guitar beauty. Somehow, the joker who sang "Fight This Generation" has ended up as the Eddie Vedder of irony.

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Pharrell Williams, Girl

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Pharrell Williams, ‘G I R L’

The only requirement for getting into this club is admitting your own joy. The 10 songs on G I R L are steeped in sunshine, air and the most natural, universal strains of Seventies and Eighties R&B. The thick, juicy beats are full of hand claps and falsetto sex; the overall vibe is less $300 champagne behind the velvet rope than Miller High Life on the stoop in summertime.

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Willie Nelson, Band of Brothers

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Willie Nelson, ‘Band of Brothers’

A minute into Willie Nelson's new set of songs – largely self-penned for a change – it's clear the man who wrote Patsy Cline's "Crazy" 50-some years ago has lost neither verve nor cojones. The vocals remain indelibly creaky against stony acoustic guitar, bright steel whines and dusty harmonica whinnies.

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Schoolboy Q, Oxymoron

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Schoolboy Q, ‘Oxymoron’

With tough-as-nails beats (via Pharrell, Tyler the Creator and more) and boundless energy, Q's major-label debut positions him as the hardened triggerman in Kendrick Lamar's Black Hippy crew. "Fuck rap," he says, "my shit real." Truman Capote-level realness is what made Lamar a critical sensation, and Q is just as deft with detail, whether he's describing ice-cream-truck stickups or selling drugs from a Nissan.

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Lana Del Ray, Ultraviolence

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Lana Del Rey, ‘Ultraviolence’

On her second album, Lana Del Rey is still a sad tomato. Ultraviolence is a melancholy crawl through doomed romance, incorrigible addictions, blown American dreams. She has pulled back on nods to hip-hop and hired a new gun: the Black Keys' Dan Auerbach, who produced most of the LP at his Nashville studio. Auerbach introduces dashes of bad ass blues and psychedelic guitar, but Del Rey – who co-wrote every song but the closing cover of Jessie Mae Robinson's 1950s hit "The Other Woman" – holds tight to her pouty, cinematic aesthetic: the epic schmaltz of Ennio Morricone, reflected through the haze of a thousand dramatic selfies.

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St. Vincent

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St. Vincent, ‘St. Vincent’

Annie Clark (a.k.a. St. Vincent) isn't just a great songwriter. She's a great song dissector, breaking down pop's essential rhythmic, melodic and emotional components, retooling every impulse. St. Vincent is her tightest, tensest, best set of songs to date, with wry, twisty beats pushing her lovably ornery melodies toward grueling revelations. This album is haunted by isolation, dark hungers, regret and even death. But the playful way these songs contort makes pain feel like a party.

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Against Me!, Transgender Dysphoria Blues

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Against Me!, Transgender Dysphoria Blues

There's a brave new world that's raging inside of me," rages Against Me! frontwoman Laura Jane Grace – formerly frontman Tom James Gabel – on the melodic and emotional peak of the band's first LP since Grace came out as transgender. Through the band's established brand of warrior-cry punk metal, its a series of bracing songs about a self-destructive girl in a boy's body.

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Toni Braxton, Babyface, Love, Marriage, and Divorce

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Toni Braxton & Babyface, ‘Love, Marriage & Divorce’

With its marital arguments, dramatic plot reversals and luxurious exteriors, this collaboration between two accomplished R&B sensualists is like a musical adaptation of Real Housewives of Atlanta. Few records have described marriage with so much honesty and complexity.

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Damon Albarn, Everyday Robots

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Damon Albarn, ‘Everyday Robots’

All of Blur frontman Damon Albarn's musical obsessions are present on his revealing solo debut: dubby textures á la Gorillaz, Caribbean and African notes, looming classical instrumentation and church choruses that evoke England's past – all wrapped around a singing voice that's become deep and searching where it was once sharp and snarky.

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The Roots, And Then You Shoot Your Cousin

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The Roots, ‘…And Then You Shoot Your Cousin’

Brutally bleak, shrouded in screwed hues, with a narrator "on my existential grind doing consequential dirt," this 33-minute concept suite is rap's own Downward Spiral. Pianos and strings clash in explosions of third-stream jazz, French electro-acoustic pioneer Michel Chion brings noise, deep-blue tones vibrate like Miles Davis' Porgy and Bess.

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Sia Furler, 1000 Forms of Fear

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Sia, ‘1000 Forms of Fear’

Australian powerhouse Sia has written hits for Beyoncé, Katy Perry and Rihanna – the vocal dips and midtempo melancholy of “Diamonds” are Sia’s signatures – and this album will likely be just as ubiquitous. Her knack for heart-swelling choruses shines through on a set of tracks you might play while winning a marathon.

Conor Oberst, Upside Down Mountain

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Conor Oberst, ‘Upside Down Mountains’

At 34, the former indie-rock prodigy still writes and sings about the high times and bad choices of adolescence, on the way to matured love and responsibility, like the sharpest kid in the room: a florid Midwest Morrissey with Jeff Tweedy's twisted-pop savvy. A sumptuous immersion in Seventies California folk pop, Upside Down Mountains is the most immediately charming album he has ever made.

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Tune-Yards, Nikki Nack

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Tune-Yards, ‘Nikki Nack’

On her critic-wowing 2011 breakout, Whokill, Merrill Garbus made sexy, kinetic pop out of avant-folk vocal technique and hip-hop flow. Following such head-rush originality ain't easy. But her third LP, cut with bass-minded partner Nate Brenner, suggests an innovator in for the long haul.

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Calle 13, Multiviral

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Calle 13, ‘MultiViral’

Calle 13 have come a long way since their 2005 debut, when they were a smartass pair of twentysomethings from Trujillo Alto, Puerto Rico, riding the international reggaeton boom with a club-minded mix of sex talk and political invective. With their fifth disc, frontman Residente and his halfbrother Visitante have made as ambitious a hip-hop album – if that's not too narrow a term – as any in any language.

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Brody Dalle, Diploid Love

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Brody Dalle, ‘Diploid Love’

With her solo debut (and first release after a five-year break), the passionate punk and ex-Distiller experiments with new styles – piano-based power ballads, anyone? There's plenty of chaos and roiling guitars, too, but adulthood has crept in. Clearly, she never really needed an amp to unleash her strength.

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Lykke Li, I Never Learn

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Lykke Li, ‘I Never Learn’

This follow-up to 2011's Wounded Rhymes confronts a more deliberate truth, with melancholy songs full of heartbreak, disillusion and redemption. The simplest songs here are the most affecting. If this Swedish singer-songwriter keeps refining her voice, she'll soon rank as an A-list pop heart-crusher.

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Duck Sauce, Quack

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Duck Sauce, ‘Quack’

The sample-storming full-length debut from turntablist-turned-label honcho A-Trak and filterhouse master chef Armand Van Helden is undeniable – squarely in the tradition of stoned dance-floor hitmakers from decades past like Deee-Lite, Fatboy Slim and M|A|R|R|S.

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YG, My Krazy Life

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YG, ‘My Krazy Life’

A 46-minute tale of celebrations and regrets, the debut album from West Coast hot property YG is the most ambitious hip-hop concept LP in a minute: a 24-hour ride where he gives detailed instruction on how to rob a home – then gives even more details about the consequences. The beats are the sproinging trampoline bounce of ratchet mastermind DJ Mustard, sounding like a lowrider fueled by Four Loko.

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Tinariwen, Emmaar

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Tinariwen, ‘Emmaar’

An undiluted LP from the group of veteran Saharan guitar slingers that's all circular Afro-Berber riffs, hypnotic hand claps, sun, sky and sand. With Tinariwen's members effectively refugees thanks to regional conflicts back home in North Africa, their blues are as deep as ever.

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Parquet Courts, Sunbathing Animal

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Parquet Courts, ‘Sunbathing Animal’

These Brooklyn dudes have outgrown the Pavement comparisons – these songs make you wonder if you're hearing early Wire jam with Creedence while Thurston Moore brews the tea

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Old 97’s, Most Messed Up

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Old 97’s, ‘Most Messed Up’

On this most Old 97's-ish of Old 97's LPs, the hard-partying twang-punk quartet throw a 20th-birthday bash for themselves. It's yet another round of airtight songs celebrating life-as-sublime-train-wreck amid music that conjures the British Invasion landing in a Texas barroom.

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Katy B, Little Red

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Katy B, ‘Little Red’

Little Red showcases Katy B's vivid R&B songwriting over chic, chilly electro beats, from the aching "Jolene" reboot "Aaliyah" (co-starring fellow U.K. sensation Jessie Ware) to the tense smolder of "I Like You" to the head-over-heels endorphin rush of "Tumbling Down." She's still the sharpest storyteller on the dance floor.

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Sturgill Simpson, Metamodern Sounds in Country Music

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Sturgill Simpson, ‘Metamodern Sounds in Country Music’

Picture what Waylon would have sounded like if he had taken Willie's drugs: Kentucky's Sturgill Simpson made a is a record that is equal parts haunted, tender and trippy.

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Freddie Gibbs, Madlib, Pinata

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Freddie Gibbs and Madlib, ‘Pinata’

Gibbs is a brusque street-rap purist with "an icemaker for a heart," Madlib a crate-digging cult hero with a taste for deep psychedelia and free jazz. The MC and the producer click in surprisingly satisfying ways on their first full-length album together, Madlib's beats add a druggy, unpredictable edge to Gibbs' hard-boiled grudges and regrets.

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Sharon Van Etten, ‘Are We There’

The magnificent fourth LP from Brooklyn singer-songwriter Sharon Van Etten grows her trademark examinations of romantic decay to cathedral-like scale. Like her tourmate Nick Cave, her darkness contains multitudes.

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EMA, ‘The Future’s Void’

Erika Anderson's excellent second album builds on the stark confessional style of her low-fi 2011 debut, Past Life Martyred Saints, exploring piano ballads ("3Jane") and industrial rants ("Neuromancer") about social-media paranoia. ("Making a living off of taking selfies" is bad, TBH.) But the Hole-style "When She Comes" really sums up EMA's sinister charisma. Meet the new Miss World.

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Future Islands, ‘Singles’

Baltimore's Future Islands could be just one more band of Eighties-y synth romantics. The difference is singer Samuel T. Herring, whose intense rasp evokes Broken English-era Marianne Faithfull if she came down with a serious case of Ian Curtis. He pours out sad-ballad syrup like he's using it to clog a fresh wound.

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Perfect Pussy, ‘Say Yes to Love’

These Syracuse art-punk kids hail rage with an emotional urgency that recalls Hüsker Dü or early Sleater-Kinney. Say Yes to Love is a heart-punch of an album – eight songs, 23 minutes – where the words are mostly buried under guitar feedback and synth squeals. Yet the raw passion comes across loud and clear.

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Lake Street Dive, Bad Self Portraits

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Lake Street Dive, ‘Bad Self Portraits’

Lake Street Dive's initials may spell "LSD," but the Massachusetts-bred quartet are mostly tripping on Motown-meets-Muscle Shoals soul nostalgia, while frontwoman Rachael Price's big voice triggers flashbacks of Amy Winehouse and her forebears. Their breakout LP shows a band so in command of its style that it rarely feels like shtick – and even when it does, it's tight, fun and feisty.

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Swans, To Be Kind

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Swans, ‘To Be Kind’

Experimental rockers Swans have only ever had one goal: to overwhelm. Their latest offers two straight hours of spook-house drones, battering-ram guitar blasts and Michael Gira's howled imperatives about love, sex and death. These days, they don't just crush – they hypnotize.

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Hurray for the Riff Raff small Town Heroes

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Hurray for the Riff Raff, ‘Small Town Heroes’

Alynda Lee Segarra's folk-roots music feels both ancient and modern, from the title track's drug-damaged characters to the gunslinging young thugs in "St. Roch Blues" and the heroine of "The Body Electric," a feminist rejoinder to lady-killing murder ballads. Her supple, intimate vocals are about more than conjuring a musical past – she clearly wants to shape the future, too.

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Triptykon, Melana Chasmata

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Triptykon, ‘Melana Chasmata’

Three decades after Thomas Fischer helped lay extreme metal's foundation on Celtic Frost's 1984 LP Morbid Tales, he has again redefined what the genre can do on the second album by his dark-metal group Triptykon. He and his bandmates juxtapose doomy death-metal riffs with gothic guitar textures and ethereal female voices that could have been culled from the 4AD catalog. Between Triptykon's brutal pummel and animal growls lies a delicate, fragile core that might be too scary for other metal bands to fathom.

Todd Terje it's Album Time

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Todd Terje, ‘It’s Album Time’

While the biggest names in dance music are raging on the blacktop, delivering hard beats to parking lots filled with sweaty festival-goers, Todd Terje is poolside, offering a cabana-ready combination of Patrick Cowley disco synths and Herb Alpert's Tijuana kitsch. Though the Norwegian remix champ has a few proven dancefloor fillers like "Inspector Norse" and "Strandbar," his debut's most affecting moment is "Johnny and Mary," a half-time Robert Palmer cover on which a weary Bryan Ferry sings of two people treading water in life's deep end.


Young Thug, Bloody Jay, Black Portland

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Young Thug and Bloody Jay, ‘Black Portland’

22-year-old Atlanta lunatic Young Thug gets over on pure, giddy eccentricity – breathlessly braying, cackling, even drunkenly crooning rhymes like "Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits/Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets." On this mixtape with his bud Bloody Jay, Young Thug also pushes at the sonic possibilities of his wild style.

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Ought, 'More Than Any Other Day'

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Ought, ‘More Than Any Other Day’

These Montreal punk upstarts establish their own sound right on their debut album – they're young men in love with their own misery, taking out all their frustrations on their instruments, until every guitar strum feels like a full-blown emotional breakdown. Lead yelper Tim Beeler commands your attention all through the six minutes of "Habit," sounding like David Byrne staring at his own reflection in the bottom of a glass, wondering how it all went so wrong so fast.

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White Lung, Deep Fantasy

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White Lung, ‘Deep Fantasy’

Vancouver's White Lung are as furiously formidable as ever on their third LP. Mish Way's damning yowls offer profound ruminations on sex and body image, while guitarist Kenneth William's swift, discordant lashes resurrect the finer aspects of 2000s-era post-hardcore; drummer Anne-Marie Vassiliou holds down a steady velocity, pelting listeners with relentless rounds of thrash.

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Ben Frost Aurora

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Ben Frost, ‘Aurora’

Unrelentingly menacing, Iceland-dwelling composer Ben Frost has created a 40-minute suite of VHS grinding, wistful Blade Runner synths, howling white noise and broken Detroit techno. The human attempts to fight the robots are provided by the junkyard clang of Swans percussion abuser Thor Harris.

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