Florence and the Machine, 'Lungs' (Universal/Island)

Flame-haired flamethrower sets alt-rock boys ablaze.

Calling all crazy ex-girlfriends: If you’re gonna keep up with Florence Welch, you might need stronger meds.

Peter Bjorn and John, 'Living Thing' (Almost Gold/Startime)

Success makes a mess of not-so-young folks' lives.

Two years ago, this Swedish trio scored an international smash with "Young Folks," an indie-pop sleeper so relentlessly upbeat that everyone from Kanye West to Budweiser whistled its refrain. But now, as fans await another breezy hit, PB&J take a dark turn, as if consumed by success-story guilt.

The Thermals, 'Now We Can See' (Kill Rock Stars)

Punk's peppiest diehards scream from the grave.

Call it Songs in the Key of Death. Written from a corpse's perspective, these Portland, Oregon punks' fourth album celebrates the joys of being young and alive: drinking, snogging, and writing three-chord odes to drinking and snogging.

Neko Case, 'Middle Cyclone' (Anti-)

Alt country's sublime fabulist bares her claws.

With the economy tanking, homes being lost, and folks switching to survival mode, America may need Neko Case's back-to-nature fantasias more than ever. On 2006's gothic classic Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, she belted out soaring country rock, Southern gospel, and power-pop hymns about lions, sparrows, and two-legged creatures living outside civilization.

Bright Eyes, 'Cassadaga' (Saddle Creek)

Conor Oberst worries that his life is slipping away.

The bummer about boy geniuses is that they feel ancient so soon. One day Conor Oberst is a teenage Dylan, scribbling metaphors while his friends' band-camp orchestras weave daisy chains around him, the next he's a 27-year-old J. Alfred Prufrock, singing, "I got old in an instant / Now I'm all on my own."

Elliott Smith, 'New Moon' (Kill Rock Stars)

Early recordings show a glimmer of hope.

If there is comfort in being sad, Elliott Smith knew it once. The late singer/songwriter's early four-track recordings were about the good kind of loneliness: wandering through the city just before morning, waiting for a train to come or a drug to kick in, hoping that something might happen.

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