Health, 'Get Color' (Lovepump United)

Dance-punk tweakers unchain their melodies.

Try as they noisily might, this Los Angeles quartet (who have toured with acts from Nine Inch Nails to Of Montreal) can’t help but let catchy -- albeit disintegrated -- vocals push through the exhilarating racket of their second album. “In Heat” allows one loveless sliver to escape before pummeling it with a distorted kick drum.

Omar Souleyman, 'Dabke 2020' (Sublime Frequencies)

Don’t let appearances deceive -- dude rips it up.

For Fox News and likely many Americans, Syrian pop star Omar Souleyman’s mere visage -- turbaned, sunglassed, and mustachioed -- would probably strike terror. And yet belying such surfaces, Souleyman likes to party hard, rock out, and pine for lost love.

Six Organs of Admittance, 'Luminous Night' (Drag City)

Still plucking ominously until the break of dawn.

Releasing dungeon-dark freak-folk records since the Clinton era, Six Organs of Admittance’s Ben Chasny remains inconsolable even under a new administration. “Cover your wounds in sores,” he croaks on “Enemies Before the Light,” from his eighth album. While his guitar remains ulceric, songs such as “The Ballad of Charley Harper” stew rather than combust.

YACHT, 'See Mystery Lights' (DFA)

A thinking geek's riff on wordy rappinghood.

Jona Bechtolt (formerly of the Blow) has released a clutch of indie-electro albums under the name YACHT, but on this DFA debut, he's joined by vocalist Claire L. Evans for all manner of Tom Tom Club–foolery.

Band to Watch: Brooklyn Art Rockers, Dirty Projectors

The up-and-coming sextet reimagines brainy compositions for the masses.
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"That's my shit!" shouts David Longstreth in the middle of his pad Thai lunch. He's just seen one of his lyrics misquoted in a review of Bitte Orca, the new album by his band Dirty Projectors. Rather than induce righteous anger, this gaffe makes him ecstatic.

Meanderthals, 'Desire Lines' (Smalltown Supersound)

Seasoned DJ drifters pull up a cabana chair.

After mucking about for more than a decade, spacey Norwegian producer Rune Lindbæk teams up with London disco pranksters the Idjut Boys to create this surprisingly focused debut, and the results are nothing less than total sun-soaked beatitude.

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