Gary Higgins, "Seconds" (Drag City)

Lonesome folkie recluse tries to recapture magic.

In 1973, Connecticut longhair Gary Higgins recorded Red Hash, a gently gnomic album of post-hippie comedown folk. A subsequent

Faith No More Reunion to Hit U.S.A.

The alt-era metal stars announce -- maybe -- their first American shows in a decade.
Faith No More

American fans of spastic art-metal rejoice (cautiously)! Though the reunited Faith No More, which originally broke up in 1998, has been on tour in Europe and South America since June, the quintet's Second Coming tour had not yet stopped in the States. But yesterday on his Twitter account, bassist Billy Gould wrote, "Yes ... we are now actively planning on U.S. dates."

WATCH: Kings of Convenience Play SPIN Office

The elegantly harmonizing Norwegian folk duo play acoustic versions of songs from the new Declaration of Dependence.
Eirik Glambek Bøe and Erlend Øye at SPIN's NYC Office

Mulled cider, twill blazers, Kings of Convenience -- some things just go with autumn. Starting with the 2001 release of their cheekily-titled debut, Quiet is the New Loud, Norwegians Erlend Øye (the red-headed one) and Eirik Glambek Bøe have consistently crafted warm acoustic folk that gently breaks hearts and brings smiles in equal measure.

WATCH: Nirvana Live at Reading!

The band goes back to "School" in a clip from their upcoming DVD. Plus: Find out how to see the film on TV!
Kurt Cobain

Despite its sadly abbreviated history, Nirvana was responsible for some amazing live moments -- the acoustic set captured on MTV Unplugged in New York; Kurt and Krist sealing their first SNL appearance with a kiss; a performance at the 1992 Reading Festival where Kurt came on stage in a wheelchair as a goof and then delivered a fiery, intense show.

LISTEN: Rihanna's New Single!

The R&B songstress reveals the slow jam from next month's Rated R -- and it's a clunker.
Rihanna

Yeesh. What is going on with new Rihanna's new single?

"Russian Roulette," written and produced by R&B smoothy Ne-Yo, starts with some wanky lead guitar lines before settling into a dirge-like tempo over which the Barbadian diva sings about suicidal gunplay as a metaphor for, uh, what exactly? (Hear the song below.)

The Flaming Lips, 'Embryonic' (Warner Bros.)

With all the plushies gone, Wayne Coyne's fantasia takes an inscrutably dark turn.

The universe tends toward disarray. Stars explode. Planets collide. Singers in white suits douse themselves in fake blood.

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