Kasabian, 'Empire' (RCA)

Swaggering Brit-rockers have identity crisis on second album.

England's Kasabian call upon producer Jim Abbiss (Arctic Monkeys, Paul Oakenfold) to send the druggy club sounds of their debut album to boot camp, backing nearly every track here with militant marching beats.

Wooden Wand and the Sky High Band, 'Second Attention' (Kill Rock Stars)

Enigmatic singer/guitarist steps out of folkie shadows.

Since the early 2000s, James Toth, a.k.a. Wooden Wand, has recorded noisy, jazz-spiked floods of freak folk with his shadowy, Brooklyn-based band the Vanishing Voice. On a 2005 solo debut as Wooden Wand, his idiosyncratic songs approximated Roky Erickson breezily transmitting over a rusty shortwave radio.

Slayer: Cut Like a Knife

November issue sneak peek! Check out this awesome image of a fan who literally bleeds for Slayer.

Slayer fans are nothing if not devoted. Depicted here (see below for larger version) is a shot by Jeremy and Claire Weiss, snapped at this summer's Reading Festival in England. It runs across two whole pages in the Soundcheck section of Spin's November issue, which hits stands next week. Shocking, right?

Chingy, 'Hoodstar' (Capitol)

Ludacris protégé reflects on life after "Right Thurr".

Despite Chingy's love for sneakers, freaky girls, and packed dance floors, the most memorable songs on his third album are decidedly buzz killers: "Pullin' Me Back" is a gloomy breaking-up-is- hard-to-do anthem crafted by superproducer Jermaine Dupri, and on the surprisingly candid "Cadillac Door," the St. Louis rapper laments lost friends.

Brazilian Girls, 'Talk to La Bomb' (Verve Forecast)

Music sung in only one tongue can seem so 20th century.

Languages roll off Sabina Sciubba's tongue with the same sexy insouciance that genres spring from her bandmates' fingers. On "Jique," the opening track of Brazilian Girls' second album, she mashes up Spanish, French, German, and oh yeah, English.

Hem, 'Funnel Cloud' (Waveland)

Brooklyn folkies take road trip of the mind.

It's customary now for New York freak-folk acts to respond to city life with pastoral daydreaming.

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