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Credibility long gone, Evan Dando searches for a new identity on the first Lemonheads record in ten years, soliciting Dinosaur Jr.'s J Mascis, the Band's Garth Hudson, and the Descendents' rhythm section for backup. This time, will he be the cute Boston punk rocker of the '80s or the even cuter People magazine pinup of the '90s?

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Screw the hipster DJs. The ultimate mix tape was the late beatnik historian Harry Smith's 1952 Anthology of American Folk Music, which masterfully corralled raw country and down-home blues obscurities. That glorious chunk of Americana was honored by four recent all-star concerts featured on this two-CD, two-DVD box set.

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Animal Collective debuted six years ago with an assortment of drones, strums, and autistic whippoorwill harmonies, but their drifting, woodsy efforts have gone on to develop a poppier bounce. Released in 2002 in a hand-painted, vinyl-only edition of 300, Hollinndagain looks back on seven early live tracks.

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On their first album, this young quartet addresses closeness, separation, girls, socializing, isolation, and more girls. Indirect or galloping, their melodies are always high-impact, and the strikingly textured guitars, drums and keyboards turn out rolling grooves with just the right amount of sonic friction.

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Reminiscent of half-brother Julian's undervalued 1999 album Photograph Smile, Lennon's sophomore outing is a whole step up from his debut, Into the Sun. On this uniformly pleasant affair, John's son struggles, with surprising success, to overcome the burden of surname-related expectations.

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Like countless noise bands before, Ypsilanti, Michigan's enfants terribles are secretly better at pleasant background environments than screeching terror. And on their eighth album, sundry spans of dub space and seashore thunder throb more gristle than their vaunted Tasmanian devil tantrums.