Big Whoop. Review by Julius C. Lacking.

This week’s compendium of five carefully selected albums are all connected by the quantuum improbability of having landed on Julius C. Lacking’s desk at precisely the right time.

You can say that bedrock funk bassist Bootsy Collins is The One, and you would be right on so many levels.

SQUEEZE (Yep Roc). Review by Julius C. Lacking.

Sometimes rock and roll seems to get stuck in a rut, but The New Madness bring fresh life to a sound that was old before they were born.

Part of what will be known as the Great Australian Psychedelic Expansion, Bananagun is more incense and lava lamps than strobes and smoke machines.

Coriky is three musicians crumpling up their resumes, throwing them to the floor, and showing you exactly what they can do.

Habibi is what happens when you spill solvent on the psychedelic garage / surf music / girl groups section of your record collection.

Born Ruffians hail from the Great White North, and they have an innate ability to craft razor-sharp hooks out of the simplest of riffs.

Caribou come to Florida to repay Canada’s debt for bands like Loverboy. S D Green was there to bear witness and soak up all the positive karma from this Canadian music renaissance.