Lars Gotrich

At his last recorded concerts, the avant-garde outlaw's seemingly disparate sound worlds came together.

Katie Bejsiuk, formerly of indie-pop band Free Cake for Every Creature, doesn't so much sing secrets as usher small revelations out of the fog.

A surprise new track from metal bands Mizmor and Thou summons a beautiful ache.

Rock and roll is not a vibe, but an urge.

The Austin punk band's instantly replayable "Black Clouds" bounces with a coiffured (but no less reckless) joie de vivre.

The first single from Surrender is a chunky-boot strut through a floral pop fantasia.

Cocteau Twins' Elizabeth Fraser collaborates with Massive Attack's Damon Reece. As Sun's Signature, they unlock a psychedelic aurora.

OHYUNG is better known as a producer of hyperactive hip-hop and pop music, but on a new double cassette plays with shapes of tender ambient sound.

Ted Leo wrote the song for a new compilation benefiting a Ukraine non-profit organization.

The track from the Music from Grizzly Man reissue is an opportunity to hear Thompson's spindly, tremolo shudder gaze into the gaping maw with equal parts fear and wonder.

Archival outtakes hit different when we're talking Sonic Youth.

The Singaporean grindcore trio has released their first single in six years.

Listen to a demo from the 10th anniversary of Threads.

On Friday, after Russian military forces struck around Kyiv, the Lviv-based black-metal band Pušča — stylized as пуща in Cyrillic script — self-released the album war is hell.

Mark Lanegan, known for his work in Queens of the Stone Age and The Gutter Twins, had a rumbling rasp in his voice that could convey the weight of the world.

You can almost hear a sly grin as The Afterglows' sea of hate swells with piano, hand claps and a reverb-heavy guitar solo, undercutting that misty-eyed sweetness with a slight sneer.

A gauzy, slow-motion headbanger that gives 50 Foot Wave's Kristin Hersh space to bare her teeth.

An unapologetic party-punk raver for the abortion rights movement.

Everything's on fire and Stockholm's Axe Rash is here to fan the flames.

Think: pencil-thin mustaches, forest-dwelling wizards on a psilocybic voyage, festival-ready Santana solos, Don Cherry's whispered funksterpiece "Brown Rice" and Funkadelic's dictum to free your mind.