Tomo Katsurada pairs with Jonny Nash (Melody As Truth) for a new album of bilious float. The duo turn guitars into a waking dream, weaving strums & slides over the soft crackle of ambient space. A private missive slipping through the wires and directly into the listener’s subconscious bit.ly/3Q0X0GA

“Standing on Stones” cracks open the windows and shouts jubilant cheers atop a turbine of strums and drums. Bramwell's harmonies are dipped in honey, an heir to the XTC canon, the Sunshine pop current crowd and psych-revival swoons like The Ladybug Transistor as well. bit.ly/4ukflN3

NY kiln-cured heavies Prison return with “Sunrise Highway.” Even cut down to a shortened dose, “Sunrise Highway” tosses the listener into a maelstrom of sound that promises to get thicker the longer we linger on the full album. bit.ly/4voS0KS

Haylie Davis deepens her well on her debut, a record feeding from the roots of Nashville country, Canyon Folk, & solid gold ‘70s singer-songwriters. Shades of Dolly, Ronstadt, Emmylou & Kathy Smith all come into contrast. It feels like a dream made manifest & surely one of 2026’s best bit.ly/4x4jxD4

Real Numbers have been riding the line between bittersweet & bucolic for years now & “Never Never Again” locks right into the beautiful blush of melancholy that’s made them mainstays here. Bright strums & soft sighs push the song further into the fold of classic Sarah & Creation sound bit.ly/4dO7Jxr

The Hobknobs creep into view on ringing guitars & a soft tangle of vocals. Their songs revel in ambience & space, exemplified nicely by new single “Dictionary.” The song stretches within its confines, reclining through the halls of post-punk & pop with a slinking satisfaction. bit.ly/49yPcCF

Kevin Dehan (Cactus Lee) weighs in on the Hidden Gems series, picking Gordon Lightfoot’s early outing The Way I Feel. While the songwriter might be more well known for his ’70’s “Sundown”-era and shipwreck laments, Dehan reaches back to his ‘60s material for inspiration. bit.ly/4uNnryR

DUM1 slips through the shadows of Paul Westerburg & Bob Pollard, but also hints at some of the loner pop charms that followed Eels, Self, & Ben Kweller around. There’s something just a touch more lived in here, something faded and torn like a favorite sweater. bit.ly/4uVW6L3

Still reverberating with a kind of heat quiver caress, the new Eric Silverman album is slicker in places, slipperier in others. It’s a pop chameleon that slips through the shade and shadow trying to keep out of that desert heat, taking its cues from Peter Gabriel and John Cale. bit.ly/4dOlLxx

One more sweet ‘60s ode from favorites The Mellons before the band’s new album descends next month. Album closer “Say Goodbye” layers harmonies on harmonies, topping up an orchestra of strums, bells, claps, & coos. It’s a fitting send off for the band’s ambitious new album, In Color. bit.ly/3RBTsuY

Perennial favorites Eddy Current Suppression Ring return! The band is unwavering in their ability to fuse tension with hooks, prepping an album that chews on its own tendons, parlaying pounding guitars into the kind of songs that stick in the back of the brain with a serrated stab. bit.ly/4dIyy6d

Mopar Stars have a love for the slacker tack of punk before it hardened into grunge. The band lives in the cracks between Du, solo Mould, The Replacements, & Fanclub’s less pop-slicked moments. “Lifetime of Pain” has a lovely lament to it, a song built to help the listener endure. bit.ly/4vy3QTp

Spontaneous Music Live was constructed with an improvisational core, but unlike past records, there’s no picking through the pieces, no filtering and fussing. This is SML set fire in circular formations, an unrestrained record that lets them tear into groove over the longform track. bit.ly/3POzk8r

UK outfit Formal Speedwear keep the momentum today with the silvered New Wave wobble of “Who Needs Spain Ball.” Toppling between the nerviness of David Byrne and the opaline shadows of XTC, the new single pushes a synth-forward squiggle that’s a lot of fun. bit.ly/4v86z5y

Magic Tuber Stringband has ebbed into the fissure of folk and noise before, but here it ties together into a longer arc, not simply the tension of tradition and time, but one mired in deep loss and the long road to recovery. bit.ly/4e3xw4C

Digging through coven-folk, Woodsose twine Wicker Man wonders around cinder and soot guitar lines and hypnotic acoustic strums. First single, “Younger Animals,” haunts the speakers, a folk romp that pairs char with charm; their instrumental menace sparring with the duo’s vocal allure. bit.ly/49mo61B

“Foreign Agent” creeps in slowly, a buzzing nest of keys and vocal haze. The mood shifts midway, thickening the air with guitar growl. The band lays back into the arms of shoegaze, letting the listener get lost in their haze. It grows louder until it overwhelms in all the right ways. bit.ly/4wJdh3B

Third Man deepens the legacy of Ted Lucas, opening up his vast archives to offer much more than just the S/T 1975 LP. From early works with Detroit psych bands to solo folk and a lost pop album, the set gives Ted the deep dive he deserves. bit.ly/4dpcLQO

A mid-week indie pop sugar shock comes courtesy of Kiwi Jr. The band returns with another clutch collection of jangles n’ jostles threaded through with an ecstatic indie itch. “Blowin’ Up,” is soaked in maximalism, pairing tipsy organ, pace-popping beat, & the bright jangle of guitars bit.ly/4dvcSJe

Fuses excel at setting soft country harmonies aloft on the breeze. A touch of twang encircles the new single “Aniline,” but the band doesn’t always play country straight, enmeshing the guitars and click-sway of drums in a bed of keys that keeps a few clouds on the horizon. bit.ly/4dgxdmM

With The Byrds in mind, Gene Clark on the CD in the Civic, & a hunger in the amps; Bullseye find some comfortable company with Country Westerns, Loose Koozies, & Florry. They bundle heartache & hubris into a dented & dusted vision of Midwest country with an indie rock heart. bit.ly/4dwPYB5

The wobbles & wavers of NZ fray & Northwest itch are still swaying in undercurrents, but there must be something in that East Coast water that’s knocked a little rust into the gutters of The Spatulas' new album. They kick open the doors in ways only hinted at before & it sounds great bit.ly/3PC1d3g

On her latest Picastro combines a few of her personal rabbit holes for an EP that swirls even deeper into the dark. With a core concept around boxer Sonny Liston, his legacy, his history, and his mysterious ends, the EP pairs a rumbling ambience with the ghosts of the past. bit.ly/3RvNOKM

Pitched somewhere between the spectral funk of Brightblack Morning Light and the kind of skeletal instrumental blues that permeated a few of John Carpenter’s ‘80s soundtracks, Spellman serves up something that touches the Kosmiche while still circling quieter corners. bit.ly/497Hf7l

Primitive Rings debut shows off the band’s deeper love for their proto-metal moorings, tucking into influences that weren’t trying to out crush one another, but instead pulled from the cross-currents of pop & rock, serving synthesis over heft. A creosote crusher with a deep prog heart bit.ly/3P5RWAB

An ode to quietude, a celebration of the simple & sanguine in the face of noise, “Softly, Once Again” finds the baroque touches of “Mothersong” fading away in favor of the simple charms of strums, flute and pillow-soft harmonies. Comes complete with an excellent vid from Luke Player! bit.ly/3R5xO24

A daybreak country ramble courtesy of Northern Lights. The Swedish duo lay into lounged, porch side strums threaded through with an ache of Americana that’s focused on letting go of the past. The strums are sauntered through the dawn light by a pump of piano & the soft caress of brass bit.ly/4wvsm8H

Austin’s Touch Girl Apple Blossom swoops in on sprightly strums, a slight haze, and hooks that’ll smack a smile on your face. While the name might not roll off the tongue, the band’s got a knack for the kind of jangles that stick with you listen after listen. bit.ly/4uFy2vg

Leah Senior tackles the Hidden Gems series this week. Senior reaches back to the ‘70s for an exploration of Jimmy Campbell’s final album, a pop curio of the highest order. Check out how the album came into Leah's life. bit.ly/4wnXPd7

Process & Reality huddles the listener under the smoked-out sun, wandering the slate-gray hills with a lungful of ash & a head full of questions. It’s easy to get turned around and tossed among the 19 tracks here, searching for something to hold onto & finding only figments in the fog bit.ly/4tvWs9k

You know its a good day when there's a new Bures Band single on the site! The Aussie band’s been leading the choogle charge in the South Hemi. Dug into groove, fried by the sun, and set swift by Summer breezes,“Avon Valley” slips deeper into the band’s penchant for Cosmic Americana. bit.ly/42xsabn

Tune in tonight from 8-10 pm for the May edition of Crawl Out From The Fall out, RSTB's monthly radio show. Tons of new music tonight and a few favorites that've snuck their way in! wavefarm.org/wf/archive/6...

A psych-folk gem that featured mems of The Hanging Stars and Trimdon Grange Explosion gets a welcome new reissue. A treasure for collectors and completists and an essential primer for new folk fans who’ve got a blind spot for the UK aughts. bit.ly/3R6K2r5

With The Kinks’ fuzz tone as their compass rose, The Gnomes' debut was full of snarl and strum, a bounty of hooks with hidden knives. They follow up quickly with a digital EP that pushes their sound further into a heaviness that was only hinted at before. bit.ly/4uKdQIB

The ETA IVtet swap a studio LP in favor of a live set at The Lodge Room. They don’t shy away from the longform, letting the two songs here linger on the tongue and loll in the ear until they transform and ultimately transmute sound into understanding, jadedness into joy. bit.ly/4udMniQ

Foster pays tribute to her longtime foil, interpreting seven of Herrero’s songs. Foster sings like no one’s watching, lullabies to the self, serenades to the sky. It’s a sort of peek into the privacy of playing at home, cracking the door on a performance we’re not supposed to see. bit.ly/4nlntLt

“Wayfaring Woman” sets the mood for Mac Cornish's 2nd LP. It's a breakup gem that’s bathed in bar light & sweetened by steel, strums, and Cornish’s resilient croon. Setting its protagonist on the road and shaking off the last vestiges of soured love, a new vid gives a cinematic feel. bit.ly/4tr4Uaa

On The Lemon Twigs' latest, the studio has become a playground as the band looks to the most ornate corners of their personal collection to create an album that feels dipped in joy & driven by a pure pop engine. Every song on Look For Your Mind! feels like they're having the best time bit.ly/4u4Y4Io

Yr Knives Live at Tubby's 2026-05-04 is up on NYCTaper to ease you into the weekend. A new project from Doug McCombs and a bunch of other Chicago-area assassins. Crazy guitar orchestration and wild Sonny Sharrock cover. Play it loud! www.nyctaper.com/2026/05/yr-k...

Yr Knives features a host of Chicago improv vets, incl. members of Tortoise, Health & Beauty, Wild Bell, & Hanami. Check out “Stretch Bath” from a tour-only CDr. The cut tears at the bonds of tape, seething & flexing under the stage lights. If they’re headed your way, don’t hesitate bit.ly/4u11P1F

I'm not gonna be the first one to tell you about this today, but it's hard not to get excited for new Boards of Canada.The first peek into the new LP hits today along with a psych whiplash of a video from the always excellent Robert Beatty. Mark your calendars for the end of the month bit.ly/4tof8bf

Beefheart & McQuinn explore a softer side of the ‘70s. The duo locks into a mahogany & lavender lilt, finding their footing between the easy breeze of Simon & Garfunkle, JJ Cale, & some more esoteric ends of the folk rock spectrum; Batdorf & Rodney, Wooden Horse, or Japanese duo Fluid bit.ly/4et1z6x

With Verrastro’s steady beat behind them The Heavy Lidders open “Critical Masses” up to the slippery stitches between psych and jazz. As the song crests to close, saxophonist Tacuma Bradley (San Kazakgascar Improvised Trio, Unity Band) lacquers a tempered trim over the band’s thrum. bit.ly/4cTJHk1

The Sleeves debut is a vision of symbiosis in spare pop. It is a record about space and the shape of sound. Here Jack & Tara slip through the a seance of austerity, bending guitar phrases around one another in patient paces, finding the comfort of harmonies that fit between the spaces bit.ly/4tPtrq9

Applying their penchant for the unorthodox to a rock record, Zoh Amba twists the singer-songwriter formula into turpentine-soaked knots. “Eyes Full” strums and seethes. The song pines, but not softly, wondering what it takes to finally garner a person’s full attention and fuller heart bit.ly/4cQLZQX

Composer Johnny Bell continues to expand the bounds of the banjo, extracting it from its purely folk and bluegrass roots for something a bit more furrowed. “Caldero Repose,” soars on the strength of Bell’s strings, but leaves some danger lurking behind him in a bounty of bowed drones. bit.ly/4waurqn

RSTB fave Rob I. Miller returns with a new outfit, Rob & Ellen, pairing with fellow Blues Lawyer Ellen Matthews. The band dips into a ramshackle but resilient form of indie pop, picking at the pores of power pop, scuffing it with seeds of early Lemonheads, solo Dando, & Sugar. bit.ly/48CRlg9

A wanderer’s tale, tugged at by the ghosts of myth, mythos, legend, & legacy, the LP plucks her out of the Catskills for a taste of desert air. Dealing with the linage of the Laurel, its ghosts & grandeur, Davis weaves a tapestry of longing around reverberations in the radio static bit.ly/4cNMDyD

Vorhex Angel turns away from the noise wall of their debut & towards the nuanced duality of White Heaven. The new album bends scorch to their control, rather than riding it like a force of nature. “Okie’s Song Part I” delves deeper than the band ever has into the waters of pop. bit.ly/3QNl28f

Dip into Another Country and the lights dim. The record is sweet & sequestered, built on a candlelit lilt that hides from the sun. Another Country feels like Cindy coming home. Cindy have come to help huddle under the covers; an overcast treasure that’s more inviting each time through bit.ly/4cTwqGY