Ben Lee, 'The Rebirth of Venus' (New West)
This Aussie singer-songwriter's steadfast refusal to keep churning out wistful, romantic guitar pop may be admirable, but on his seventh full-length, it's painful to endure.
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The Von Bondies, 'Love, Hate and Then There's You' (Majordomo)
In the five-plus years since the recording of their second album, Pawn Shoppe Heart, the Von Bondies have replaced two key members, lost their deal with Warner Bros., and seen frontman Jason Stollsteimer beaten to a pulp publicly by scene rival Jack White. By all rights, they should be packing it in, so their third album's vitality is a welcome shock.
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The Brooders: Glasvegas
James Allan didn't grow up dreaming of being a rock star. The Glasvegas frontman had a more modest goal: becoming a professional soccer player. "At school, anybody who played guitar was just weird," he says. "In the east end of Glasgow, nobody played music. It was all gambling, going to the pub, going to football matches."
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Anthony Hamilton, 'The Point of It All' (So So Def/Zomba)
With his earthy pipes and native feel for classic soul, Anthony Hamilton rarely indulges in the studio wizardry or big-money cameos that spiff up, say, T-Pain records. The only track on his third album with a de rigueur rap feature is "Cool," but David Banner's drawling verse is tucked in among a jaunty acoustic guitar refrain and spry handclaps.
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Glasvegas, 'Glasvegas' (Columbia)
Lads. Yobs. Scallies. Neds. In Britain, a culture has grown up around urban, working-class white guys that's almost religious in its fervor. Its sacraments are boozing, brawling, and "chasing birds"; its churches are the pub and the football terrace; and its patron saints are the Gallagher brothers.
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Rock Star of the Year: Lil Wayne
In the wee hours of a warm November morning, a piercing sound fills the cramped control room of Studio C at Miami's Hit Factory. Wreathed in smoke, with a long spliff hanging from his lips, Lil Wayne rocks back and forth, staring intently at the fingers of his left hand as they dance across the neck of a blue Gibson electric guitar.




