For fans of LA Timpa, Ulla, Tim Hecker, old school ambient music, and the liminal space hidden within every relationship, Eyes of Yesterday by African-American Sound Recordings uses a distant lo-fi synth sound to explore the integrations constantly present within ourselves and between ourselves and others.

For fans of Deafheaven, Agriculture, Adorn, chiptune-influenced internetcore, and the hero’s journey as a collaborative effort, Onward by Lammoth uses atmospheric black metal to retell the story of The Lord of the Rings from the perspective of Bill the Pony.

For fans of Black Country, New Road, Pij, Ninush, musique concrete, and random emotional outbursts over the most mundane experiences, Mmm… Cafe Oto by Hedgehog takes a minimalist approach to ensemble improvisation, leaving ample space in the composition for intimate, absurd poetry.

For fans of Johnny Cash, Jesse Welles, Elliott Smith, classic grunge, and the harrowing realization that no one is coming to save you, Piecemeal by Joshua Quimby takes stock of our dreary days that add to a lifetime, using a strikingly isolated sound to expand far beyond the bounds of traditional country.

For fans of Qur’an Shaheed, Frank Ocean, Isaac Hayes, collage electronica, and the inexplicable feeling of nostalgia for a place that brought so much hurt, African Family Laptop Musick by Dawuna assesses the complex nature of family, using a precise rnb style to investigate the intersections between deep trauma and irreplaceable warmth.

For fans of Old Saw, Current 93, Sun Kil Moon, classic southern gothic literature, and looking back at life with radical gratitude, As I Slip into the Sky by Johnny Coley serves as this lifelong poet’s final testament, combining bitingly poignant spoken words with a stream-of-consciousness instrumental style to gracefully cruise through some delightfully absurd memories.

For fans of Sprain, Swans, Sean McCann, dark, folksy singer-songwriters, and livestock of all kinds, Don’t Look at Me the Way a Dog Might Look at Your Leg by Shearling continues this visionary noise rock band’s existential explosion, pivoting from uncontainable rage into an inescapable depression through the intensification of folk influences.

For fans of Bjork, Lolina, Julie Christmas, contemporary dark-ish pop, and the difficult acceptance of our own revenge fantasies, La Otra Mejilla by Feli Colina unleashes the repressed self through a beautifully constructed and aesthetically diverse pop record.

For fans of TaikuhJikang, Spiritualized, Stereolab, krautrock, and a universal spirit of consciousness which underlies all traditional cultures, El Bienestar del Espíritu by Pirámides metabolizes diverse influences into a psychedelic trance without fully rejecting some core rock aesthetics.

For fans of Frank Ocean, Bladee, Death’s Dynamic Shroud, indietronica, and the tension that hangs in the air as track runners wait for the starting gun, My Uncle Told Me Some Real Ass Sh*t on the Phone Yesterday by zayALLCAPS explores coming of age through an experimental rendition of the autotuned intersection between hip hop and rnb.

For fans of Black Eyes, Cold Court, Torso Corso, dub, and the existential dread of hockey stick graphs in the age of acceleration, Un Jazz by Nu Jazz captures our emotional moment as something desperate, dark, and unpredictable, using a unique style of jazz fusion to combine punk-derived intensity, psychedelia-derived absurdism, and jazz-derived eccentricity.

For fans of Sesame, Medieval Found Footage, February, the more intense edges of math rock, and stubbornly staying put as the world crumbles around you, Something needs to change by Sonnenwende bends screamo traditions to explore the darkest abysses of human emotion, displaying a cold resilience in the face of overwhelming personal loss.

For fans of Oneohtrix Point Never, Morgan Garrett, Massive Attack, early post rock, and the menacing hum of fluorescent lighting over an empty office, Mothcomma by Dead Voices on Air resurrects our liminal spaces using a fittingly post industrial sound, creating something equal parts eerie and vibrant in the process.

For fans of Black Country, New Road, Or Sobre Blau, The Mars Volta, the Chilean experimental rock scene, and the understanding of all mass cultural crisis as inherently spiritual, Morir Saltando by Hesse Kassel assesses meta modern struggles using a brand of prog rock with ample crossover into today’s popular sounds of delicate post rock.

For fans of Cime, Mamaleek, Shearling, contemporary skramz, and the horrifying struggles of the cutest stray cats, [XOLO] [ALMA] by Sodaseas explores our fragile animal nature through cathartic lo-fi crescendos.

For fans of Animal Collective, YHWH Nailgun, LA Timpa, glitch pop, and packing up and moving again before you even got done unpacking, 13 YC by 13 Year Cicada strives for stability in a world that demands constant, disruptive change, struggling to establish an interior peace which resists all the chaos in the exterior environment.

For fans of Wilco, Shallowater, Sunny Day Real Estate, dream pop, and the smoky summer nights of the apocalypse, Shield of Faith by My Guitar Is Trying to Kill Me brings an Americana twang to today’s popular blend of dreamy post-rock-adjacent styles, building grand emotional swells while retaining an approachable folksiness.

For fans of Pink Floyd, Talk Talk, Neptunian Maximalism, slowcore, and the nagging feeling that there’s a higher level of consciousness just out of our reach, Drain by Vorhex Angel journeys through the mind as the physical world slowly deteriorates outside, our half-finished attempts at enlightenment increasingly worrying as reality nips at our heels.

For fans of Tyler, The Creator, Billy Woods, Confucius MC, horrrorcore, and that sort of misanthropic rage that comes out like a mumbling rant instead of any kind of cathartic burst, People Are Not Your Friends by Another Planet & Steel Tipped Dove uses unlikely samples and maximalist flows to submerge us in the brooding darkness of wits end.

For fans of Yowie, Black Midi, Deafkids, free jazz, and the sinking feeling you get when catharsis doesn’t lead to a lasting inner peace, Miniaturas by Torso Corso combines influences from progressive rock and experimental jazz to craft an explosive work of discordant energy, a sound which builds suffocating tension only to be relieved through raw power alone.