Miracle Fortress, 'Five Roses' (Secret City)

Montreal's latest revelation is a pure pop pick-me-up.

The antidepressant industry would be in serious trouble if troubled souls could just absorb the melodic elation of this stunning debut. Under the leadership of multi-instrumentalist Graham Van Pelt, Miracle Fortress' jubilant indie pop effortlessly integrates cuddly mammalian coos, cottony guitar fuzz, and gentle falsetto choruses.

Tiger Army, 'Music From Regions Beyond' (Hellcat)

Selling out their sleeve-tattoo roots - is nothing sacred?

Tiger Army practically invented modern American psychobilly -- that rousing, darkly romantic amalgam of punk and rockabilly -- but their fourth album is a schizophrenic inversion of everything that made the genre fun. Instead of breakneck strumming, the Los Angeles trio two-steps into pinched new wave ("As the Cold Rain Falls").

The Mary Timony Band, 'The Shapes We Make' (Kill Rock Stars)

Role model for indie ladies looks for illumination herself.

For the past 15 years, Mary Timony has been an inspiration to teenage girls, and she's still committed to the cause. The pro-choice "Pause/Off" ("Paws off, Supreme Court misters / Don't mess around with me and my sisters") brings to mind the height of '90s fem rock.

Interpol, 'Our Love to Admire' (Capitol)

New York's dapper devotees of doom resist a shift in style.

"Babe, it's time we gave something new a try," Paul Banks sings on "No I in Threesome," a surprisingly amorous track from Interpol's third album.

The Polyphonic Spree, 'The Fragile Army' (TVT)

Shedding their eternal robes, redefining their sunshine sound.

Rare is the 24-piece symphonic rock collective that takes criticism constructively, but singer/songwriter Tim DeLaughter and his Dallas-based crew seem to have done exactly that. The Fragile Army trades the cluttered arrangements and too-long instrumental passages of their first two albums for tightly focused orchestral pop with big Technicolor hooks.

Neurosis, 'Given to the Rising' (Neurot)

Punk dreadnought brings the pain to unsuspecting newbies.

As prog-metal bands multiply like flies on a rotting corpse (Isis, Pelican, Cult of Luna, etc.), these Bay Area vets produce the genre's heaviest album since Bill and Monica. "To the Wind" Rolodexes their skill set, from a gorgeous, spacey intro that mocks imitators with its casual beauty to full-contact rock to Scott Kelly's 29-second, senses-shattering scream.

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