Lars Gotrich

Animated eyes peer out of nipples in the playfully weird new video by a band that knows its way around playful weirdness.

"Dispatch" is the meanest and bloodiest VHÖL track to date, a nod to Pooch-era Discharge for the 2016 Adult Swim Singles Program.

The synth/drum duo whirs and explodes like Sun Ra leading a psychotropic industrial punk band. Faces melt and blizzards dissolve ice mountains in Soper's video.

After starting a band with young proteges and touring a successful American Football reunion, Mike Kinsella has a new sense of purpose on a lush, lively new album, his ninth under the name Owen.

Summer is almost here and you need summer jams. Time to get shakin' to Drag Sounds, with its key phrase, "Let's have a beer, and be here!"

Robert Ellis somehow finds wide-eyed wonder in heartbreak. He and guitarist Kelly Doyle play stripped-down yet thoughtfully busy arrangements from his ambitious country record.

The Toronto punk band sounds anthemic and unhinged on its second album, with shout-along pop songs that are at once communal and cathartic.

Featuring members of Pelican, Locrian and Bloodiest, the Chicago trio makes heroic and heavy instrumental rock that storms the gates of delirium.

Seattle singer Robin Edwards makes bubblegum pop-punk for lovesick, rainbow-colored unicorns.

Featuring members of These Arms Are Snakes and Giza, the Seattle band injects some soul into world-weary doom.

The opening cut of Eyes On The Lines offers a chooglin' mission statement scrawled on the back of a bar receipt.

The gingerly sweet pop song is a great example of Steinbrink's ability to let listeners tie and untie vivid and unrelated images into something meaningful.

In a video for the contemplative post-punk song, a dancer holds a mirror to the hallways, bedrooms and parks where our plainest, loneliest experiences occur.

The Baltimore group makes body music influenced by Saharan desert blues, krautrock, jazz and the band Television. Watch a rhythmic cascade of glitchy shapes and letters in the video for "Truthers."

It's brutal... okay, it's not. But there is a sick drum-stick count-off.

After long forays into pop-punk and arty post-hardcore, Thrice returns from a hiatus with a sonically grandiose third act.

The synth-pop duo stars in a video that envisions a '70s variety show through several lenses.

Foraes hems and howls like a blues singer caught between epiphany and defeat. In a string-laden folk-rock song, love and addiction are draped in darkness.

The most minute details suddenly become a grandiose spectacle in Julia Holter's cosmic cabaret. Her new arrangements at the NPR Music offices unravel amid moments of both quiet and bombast.

The sludgy rock 'n' roll band gets the horror flick its creepy-crawly music demands, complete with Wicker Man-inspired costumes and grisly dealings.