Baby Elephant, 'Turn My Teeth Up!' (Godforsaken Music)

Hip-hop goofballs concoct seriously skewed R&B.

Remember De La Soul's 3 Feet High and Rising and wacky skit host Don Newkirk?

Broken Social Scene Presents Kevin Drew, 'Spirit If…' (Arts & Crafts)

Toronto collective's main man disappears down a side road.

Canada's Broken Social Scene excel at drawing memorable hooks out of sprawling, eccentric arrangements. But when cofounder Kevin Drew sublets the name for this solo debut, he caves in to a self-indulgence the collective would never allow, even in its shaggiest moments.

The Cave Singers, 'Invitation Songs' (Matador)

Ghostly revivalism, mumbled something-or-other, etc.

Taking a cue from the Violent Femmes' hopped-up folk, this Seattle trio brings subtle twists to seemingly simple sounds. Singer Pete Quirk combines the vigor of Fleetwood Mac's Lindsey Buckingham and the word-slurring flair of a young Michael Stipe, then adds his own neurotic charisma, making anxiety seem like a real swell time.

The Cult, 'Born Into This' (Roadrunner)

Bay-bay-buh, bay-buh, bay-bay-buh, baby, I fell from the sky...

The good news for Cult fans who fretted when Ian Astbury split to front the re-formed Doors is that the singer hasn't gone completely Lizard King. On the U.K.

Steve Earle, 'Washington Square Serenade' (New West)

Hard-livin' country rebel hits the big city, settles down.

Now a New York resident, Steve Earle announces, "Good-bye, Guitar Town," on "Tennessee Blues," the first track of his 12th studio album. But even with added hip-hop textures (courtesy of Dust Brother John King), Serenade hardly signals a break from the singer/songwriter's folk-country roots -- he's reworking his own territory here.

The Donnas, 'Bitchin'' (Purple Feather)

Plucky hard-rock gals go independent, but lose plot.

Bitchin' is the Donnas' first album since exiting the major-label system that subtracted any irony from their sexed-up rock-chick spectacle. So you'd expect the new stuff to sound empowered and celebratory. Instead, the Donnas have never seemed less enthused; none of these 14 tracks contains a melody as catchy or a beat as pumping as those on Spend the Night or Gold Medal.

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