Jaguar Love, 'Take Me to the Sea' (Matador)

Refining the bratty squeal without losing the punky squirm.

Johnny Whitney has made an art of singing like a deliriously deaf 12-year-old, but the debut of his new trio with Blood Brothers bandmate/guitarist Cody Votolato and ex–Pretty Girls Make Graves guitarist Jay Clark (now on drums) plays like a preteen daydream.

Mr. Gnome, 'Deliver This Creature' (El Marko)

Cleveland duo gives feminine nuance to prog-rock complexity.

If it weren’t for the willful, overweening weirdness that’s apparently required of every proggy pop-metal album (see Coheed and Cambria, System of a Down), this record probably would’ve been made already. But it’s approach was just too powerfully obvious. Why not give heavy, down-tuned, open-string riffs the unadorned beauty and poise to match the glistening production?

The Bugs, '…The Bugs' (Hovercraft)

Portland dudes keep garage rock lovably dim-witted.

After nearly a decade of summoning Buzzcocks and Daniel Johnston, this drums-and-guitar duo has finally mastered the art of insulting our intelligence with sweetness and charm (esteemed critic Richard Meltzer decries all rock bands in the liner notes, naming the Bugs the "lone exception").

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