Jets to Brazil, 'Perfecting Loneliness' (Jade Tree) ; The Get Up Kids, 'On a Wire' (Vagrant)

Oh-oh, growing up. Jets to Brazil's Blake Schwarzenbach was the auteur of '90s San Francisco emo progenitors Jawbreaker, a Mission District Morrissey for a generation of sensitive kids who idolized his slow-motion ruminations on dating, sex, and love.

Between Punk and Porky's

Oklahoma rockers the All-American Rejects have gone from playing all-ages punk shows to hitting it big on MTV and hanging out with models. Here’s what happens when emo goes on spring break
Oklahoma rockers the All-American Rejects have gone from playing all-ages punk shows to hitting it big on MTV and hanging out with models. Here’s what happens when emo goes on spring break

The Real Slim Ladies

The white female rapper/singer has arrived. Meet the new crop of "Feminems"
The white female rapper/singer has arrived. Meet the new crop of "Feminems"

Hootie and the Blowfish, 'Hootie and the Blowfish' (Atlantic) ; Ben Harper, 'Diamonds on the Inside' (Virgin)

It's not your father's dad rock -- oh, wait, yes it is.

In 2001, singer Darius "Don't Call Me Hootie" Rucker went to the moon. Leaving the echt dad-rock of his once-multiplatinum Blowfish behind, he recorded an R&B solo album called The Return of Mongo Slade, which was eventually de-weirded and released on an indie label with the far-less-advanced title Back to Then.

Mars Volta, 'De-Loused in the Comatorium' (Strummer/Universal)

Robotic Afro-prog!

At the Drive-In are dead. And while neither of their splinter groups--Sparta and the Mars Volta--are exactly dancing on the corpse's ashes, the Mars Volta are trying their best to make the funeral funky. But they're not doing it by writing anything that resembles a traditional groove or by enlisting Flea to play bass--though, yes, that happened, and yes, it helps. No, the funkiness of Messrs.

Dischord Records: Out of Step with the World

After 20-plus years of producing perhaps the finest underground rock catalogue in America, Ian MacKaye and his Washington D.C.-based Dischord Records are, well, still saying no--no to rootless commercialism, no to cheap nostalgia, no to doing music business as usual. Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Green Bay Packers of punk
After 20-plus years of producing perhaps the finest underground rock catalogue in America, Ian MacKaye and his Washington D.C.-based Dischord Records are, well, still saying no--no to rootless commercialism, no to cheap nostalgia, no to doing music business as usual. Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Green Bay Packers of punk
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