As a snickering, cynical darkness befalls the burgeoning post punk scene, 52 Blue by EMZYG embraces the indie sleaze spirit of the times while also indulging in the off-kilter post rock sounds of the experimental underground.

Packaging deeply revolutionary rhetoric in surprisingly cozy packaging, Box of Dark Roses by Mope Grooves introduces us to the lives shattered by institutional dehumanization, seating us at the table with an inspiring family of choice as they weather nonstop storms with no help but one another.

West African dance traditions adopt a psych rock flair on Avoude by Dogo Du Togo and The Alagaa Beat Band, sending us into a swaying trance characterized by bouncing bass lines, playful guitar licks, and powerful horn leads.

Using an unnervingly cozy post apocalyptic setting to frame a relatable coming-of-age story, B| Décimas de Phuyu y la Fantasma by Phuyu y la Fantasma describes events of the current day as a series of traumatic cultural myths and legends.

Chinese neoclassical group Whale Circus announces the now inevitable environmental collapse on An Elegy for the Ocean (I Feel You), reframing the typical call to action narrative on the climate into a heart-wrenching lament for a battle already lost.

Montreal experimental outfit Yoo Doo Right captures our unease on their new record From the Heights of Our Pastureland, aggressively chasing the drama of post rock with an anchor in krautrock that prevents a freefall into formless ephemera.

Expressive vocals connect a series of snappy transitions between sections of dancey post punk, moody post rock, and crunchy math rock, burying a resilient source of warm musical light deep within a layer of overdriven calamity.

Independently solemn, contemplative guitar tracks outline difficult arpeggios, layering atop one another to create a series of warm, gently swaying, yet decidedly off-putting environments.

When we accept the constant presence of this existential discomfort, we gain access to a new plane of peace and prosperity, potentially even giving us the confidence to find other lost, lonesome souls out of place in all space and time.

Unlike some krautrock which leans heavily into an electronic, almost post-human sound, this record takes the bones of this versatile aesthetic in the most humanist possible direction, assembling an enormous lineup of live-recorded musicians playing instruments from all corners of the world.

When industrial hip hop meets sadboy rnb within an environment of old-school, high-quality lyrical flow, Declutter by Paris Chambers bursts onto the scene with its undeniable production, vocal, lyrical, and conceptual quality, delivering catchy hooks and memorable bars without compromising on a heavy, progressive sound.

This haunting release features traditional instrumentation like the Nyckelharpa and the Bereban, embued with heavy distortion and in arrangements that sound like doom metal riffs, lending these songs an appropriate sense of dread and urgency for the end that Jarzmo warns is neigh.

Packaging deeply revolutionary rhetoric in surprisingly cozy packaging, Box of Dark Roses by Mope Grooves introduces us to the lives shattered by institutional dehumanization, seating us at the table with an inspiring family of choice as they weather nonstop storms with no help but one another.

Evocative and personal lyrics are brought to life by Ivey’s natural twang and fit beautifully in the arrangement alongside pedal steel, stable piano chords, and acoustic guitars.

Of course the dance bangers on Pass the Loofah by Naked Roommate relish in carefree fun, but the band orients this manic energy towards a higher purpose, reminding us why their music exists in the first place.

On their new album En conversation avec, Quebec noise rock outfit VICTIME experience patriarchy as a silently stifling force, contorting victims into an infuriating headlock that prevents the presentation of authentic personhood.

Finely dicing the runtime into tiny surreal vignettes, Several Wives immerses us into each heavily distorted, eerily distant, nostalgically liminal space before abruptly shoving us into the next, naturally increasing tension as we realize this parade of dreams shows no sign of conclusion.

This abstract hip hop album fuses elements of noise electronica with a straightforward prose rap delivery reminiscent of the 90s, pairing this articulate vocal style with an unusually unsupportive backing beat.

Every component of this album, every stanza of half-spoken poetry, every deeply textured percussive element, every spatially aware synth tone reaches desperately for sublime beauty, thwarting each other’s reach with the entanglement of their own arms.

If you’ve ever submerged yourself into a social media algorithm that subjected you to nothing but pain, with each post angering you or downright terrifying you, the music of Passing Stones by The Gallstones has you in mind.