For fans of McClusky, Snooper, Hüsker Dü, the new wave of bouncy, off-kilter post punk, and every interaction with your local hr department, So Inspired, So Done In by Dog Chocolate boils over with classic punk resentment towards our toxic work culture and the conditions which got us here.

For fans of Big Thief, Nico, Prewn, slowcore-tinged singer-songwriter, and the cataclysmic blaring of your alarm to end a pleasant dream, Blue Rider, Blue Faced by Fiona Fiasco uses an accessible brand of traditional folk to immerse us in the melancholic aspirations of a restless romantic.

For fans of Modest Mouse, Alex G, YHWH Nailgun, the Have a Nice Life extended universe, and getting to the end of the instruction manual and realizing your product was defective from the start, You Deserve Worse Than What You Got by Kullnes reveals the depths of mental health crisis after exhausting all recommended channels of relief.

For fans of Champion Trees, Black Country, New Road, The Promise Ring, early spindly post rock, and that complicated feeling you get when you remember the view from your childhood bedroom window, Somersaults by Deathcrash grapples with nostalgia using a dark, calculated singer-songwriter style.

For fans of Elliott Smith, Slowdive, Todos Mis Amigos Están Tristes, that post Britpop sound, and the emotional tidal wave held back by modern mondanity, Idle Hands, Something about the Devil by Water-Mall presents a bold, progressive sound for the post-shoegaze era.

For fans of MF Doom, Death’s Dynamic Shroud, J Dilla, early ambient music, and institutional suspicion, Tigray Funk by Sideshow searches for emotional and material truth through a unique abstract hip hop style.

For fans of Dave Brubeck, Soft Machine, Eric Dolphy, chamber pop, and that delirious state between awake and asleep which you feel during a red eye flight in a middle seat, Hellbent Daydream by Brandon Seabrook experiences the harsh clash between subjectivity and objectivity through a unique take on free jazz.

For fans of Sunn O))), the John Cale x Charli XCX collab, Ethel Cain’s “Perverts” era, and occult rituals to invoke Saturnine deities, the new release Black Seraphim by Werner Durand and John Krausbauer is your guide for a descent into the depths of eldritch madness.

For fans of Fugazi, Jawbreaker, Texas Is the Reason, 80s melodic hardcore, and the tender, vulnerable core of all anger, Under Lies by Endive gives us a rare newly released window into the mid 90s Midwest post hardcore scene.

For fans of La Dispute, Foxing, Deafheaven, contemporary hardcore, and that satisfying realization that you’re right where you want to be, Egin Ez Dugun Guztia by Vibora makes a bittersweet reflection on a narrowing life trajectory while celebrating a future devoted to a creative community.

For fans of Kate Bush, Big Blood, The Last Dinner Party, late 90s Lilith-Fair-adjacent singer songwriter, and the process of growing up and still feeling that urge to get out of this town and leave everything behind, Cursebreaker by Nyssa examines all the poor behaviors rewarded by a sadistic society through a theatrical take on alternative rock.

For fans of Can, King Crimson, Cardiacs, that strain of both theatrical and delicate singer-songwriter, and community as the answer to an antagonistic world, Discombobulated by Hen Ogledd speaks in an unapologetically idiosyncratic voice to shake us from our atomized complacency.

For fans of Underscores, Gang of Four, Jesse Ware, dance punk, and the decision to boldly and colorfully express yourself in the oppressive age of cringe, Join Hands by Congratulations finds a million musical ways to get us to move our bodies and celebrate in the face of a mass culture deprived of whimsical joy.

Finally, the word becomes flesh, a horror which only adequately comes through in the extreme dark aesthetics of art like Terrible Things Will Happen to the Ones You Love Most by Dog Complex, a blackened hardcore record which breathes down our backs with the necrotic stench of totalitarianism.

For fans of Nine Inch Nails, Björk, Massive Attack, indie sleaze and its revival, and having a conversation with your childhood self, Pale Bloom by Lucy Kruger & The Lost Boys mourns lost potential with a dark art pop funeral.

For fans of Parannoul, Brave Little Abacus, Your Arms Are My Cocoon, sasscore, and the scene you grew up in that doesn’t exist in the same way anymore, Disco II - Monomyth by La Petite Mort/Little Death takes a critical eye to the 2010s scene and sets the stage for something fundamentally different through their celebratory emo sound.

For fans of Willy Rodriguez, Total Wife, Car Seat Headrest, new wave, and those dreams which reveal themselves as symptoms of our most foundational desires, Tether Me to You by demleague infuses the bedroom sound with ample pop hooks to show us the sources of light in our melancholic lives.

For fans of Ornette Coleman, Zoh Amba, DJ Shadow, jazz fusion, and the chaotic dance of memory, Burn the Plastic, Sell the Copper by Ishmael Ali intuitively crafts an avant garde aesthetic to illuminate the great filing cabinet of the subconscious.

For fans of Black Country, New Road, Jockstrap, Sufjan Stevens, classic twee, and those intrusive thoughts you get while spending time with those you love which force you to wonder how this all might end, The Flowers I See You In by Ninush floats weightlessly through relationship dynamics on the wings of a distinctly neoclassical electronic pop style.

For fans of William Basinski, late Lou Reed, Weirs, drone metal, and taking a moment to breathe even during the apocalypse, Revolutions by Daniel Bachman guides our meditation through a droning guitar composition which harmonizes with the low groan of pain emanating from the earth.