The Gutter Twins, 'Saturnalia' (Sub Pop)

Well-traveled frontdudes carry the burden of experience.

Alternative-rock vets Greg Dulli and Mark Lanegan managed to transcend '90s grunge with the Afghan Whigs and Screaming Trees, respectively. Dulli now does business as the Twilight Singers, while Lanegan makes solo albums and lends his nicotine-scarred pipes to other people's albums, including Queens of the Stone Age's and Dulli's. Both struggled with drug abuse—they lived, friends didn't.

Saviours, 'Into Abaddon' (Kemado)

Fleeting metal flirtation never leads to legit headbanging.

Their '90s pedigree (two members played in emocore act Yaphet Kotto) will likely always get Saviours tagged as mere hipster metal. This once seemed unfair ("Circle of Servants Bodies," their track on the excellent 2006 Kemado comp Invaders, slayed).

Burial, 'Untrue' (Hyperdub)

Imagine Moby's Play, remixed for the end of the world.

This anonymous U.K. producer blew assorted minds with his self-titled debut last year, adding a sleepy mopiness to the shuddering dancehall time-lapse of dubstep. Untrue deepens and expands his emotional range -- think The Godfather Part II.

The Mars Volta, 'The Bedlam in Goliath' (Universal)

Ladies and gentleman, we are totally lost in space.

Problema número uno: The Mars Volta no longer have the services of superhumanly hard-swinging drummer Jon Theodore, who kept even their knottiest epics grounded in the hips as well as the head -- no small feat for a band determined to fill every millisecond with notes, beats, sound effects, or Cedric Bixler-Zavala's often inchoate howl.

Black Mountain, 'In the Future' (Jagjaguwar)

For these Canucks, the future is an idealized take on 1973.

Psychedelic Horses--t, 'Magic Flowers Droned' (Siltbreeze)

Hilariously barbed free-for-all from anti-fidelity crazies.

With scene-sibling band Times New Viking leaving underground punk outpost Siltbreeze for Matador, this anarchic Columbus, Ohio trio advances as the label's standard-bearers. Scruffy pop hooks stay buried in guitar shit and junk-shop electronic blurts. Imagine the Fall as classic rockers with these doofs as their belligerent, sprawling tribute band.

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