Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, 'Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson' (Say Hey)

Songwriter turns troubles into poignant tour de force.

Brooklyn patron saints Grizzly Bear and TV on the Radio helped Robinson record this atmospheric folk-rock album in 2006, but personal demons (addiction, even homelessness) led to the shelving of the project until now. Still, this is no record of redemption. While Robinson is consistently clever and self-deprecating, every line seethes with real pathos.

Monotonix

Manic Israeli power trio inspire incendiary gigs.
Monotonix / Photo by Angela Boatwright

As Monotonix tear through their bare-bones, Thin Lizzy riff-rock at a disused Milwaukee warehouse -- a basement show in every way, except that it’s on the first floor -- I’m afraid my pants are going to catch fire.

Lykke Li

Swedish-pop free spirit's bark much worse than her bite.
Lykke Li / Photo by John Lindquist

Lykke Li had a good South by Southwest. Mostly. The 22-year-old Swede (whose name is pronounced "Luke-ee Lee") played 11 shows in three days before "literally falling offstage and going eurrrrgh," she says, evoking the ailing larynx that made her cancel a 12th gig at the festival.

Fleet Foxes

West Coast prodigies float on heavenly harmonies.
Fleet Foxes / Photo by John Clark

When they spotted a meteor crater in the Arizona desert recently, Seattle's

She Said Him Said

Mounting a first tour is challenging enough without having to deal with laryngitis, fashionistas, and movie shoots. She & Him's Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward document their whirlwind maiden voyage.
She & Him / Photo by Mary Rozzi

Since its release in the spring, Volume One, the first album from She & Him, has been something of an under-the-radar surprise. While some may have wanted to dismiss this folksy collaboration between indie troubadour M.

Coldplay: Shine On

Trampolines, imaginary 16-year-olds, and decisions, decisions, decisions. For the world's biggest band not called U2, there's just no rest for the bleary. An exclusive look behind the scenes of Coldplay's new album.
Photo by Takay

In a slightly sketchy part of north London, a cockney blonde whom we'll call Myrtle smokes a cigarette in the driveway of the plain white-fronted former bakery that serves as recording studio, office, and grown-up clubhouse for the members of one of the worlds' biggest bands, Coldplay. Myrtle says she works at the office next door, and when asked if the guys are good neighbors, she hedges.

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