Jet, 'Shine On' (Atlantic)

Savvy mimics return with more songs you've heard before.

The pitiless logic of the music biz goes something like this: Your first album is the one you put all the work into, and if it becomes a hit, you spend the next two years touring, so your next one is almost bound to suck or fizzle quietly. And Jet are nothing if not logical.

Bobby Bare Jr.'s Young Criminals Starvation League, 'The Longest Meow' (Bloodshot)

Country legend's son records a classic of his own.

Eleven songs recorded in 11 hours by an 11-person pickup band (featuring members of …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead and My Morning Jacket), The Longest Meow could've been a hipster train wreck. But Bobby Bare Jr. is no ordinary hipster.

Darkel, 'Darkel' (Astralwerks)

Parisian electronic-pop auteur loses his mojo.

"TV Destroy," the best song on the solo debut of Air's Jean-Benoit Dunckel, is a near-perfect confluence of early-'90s indie guitar noise, Daft Punk-style disco, and French-chick-who-can't-say-her-r's vocals, and its three minutes go by way too quickly. But the rest of Darkel is so aceless that it'll make you hanker for Dirty Vegas deep cuts.

Emily Haines, 'Knives Don't Have Your Back' (Last Gang)

Canadian singer goes solo, ends up at the piano bar.

Occasionally beautiful and often brain-meltingly boring, the solo debut of Metric's Emily Haines is mostly frustrating. Songs such as "The Maid Needs a Maid" boast clever wordplay and Haines' girlish contralto, but the spare instrumentation (usually just piano) and samey melodies wear you down.

Robert Pollard, 'From A Compound Eye' (Merge)

The first 26 of the billion tunes he's penned since leaving GBV.

Okay, uncle. I give. After Robert Pollard broke up Guided by Voices, of which he was the only real member, I thought I'd finally have time to work through some of the 1,000-plus songs the band had released during its 21-year run.

Fiona Apple, 'Extraordinary Machine' (Epic)

Epic bears strange fruit: Fiona's back.

She's been a bad, bad girl. Six years ago, it seemed like Fiona Apple was out of our hair forever -- the doe-eyed ingenue delivered a sophomore album with a 90-word title, had a meltdown onstage in New York, and publicly railed against MTV and eating turkey at Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey!

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