In 2007, The Mary Onettes (pronounced like marionettes) released their self-titled debut full-length, featuring a sound reminiscent of bands like The Cure and The Church, whose pop melodies wrapped in lush textures and ethereal backdrops were second to none. This first single from The Mary Onettes’ upcoming sophomore full-length picks up right where the band left off.

British singer/songwriter Polly Scattergood feels your pain. Your pain, and the pain of every young girl clutching a notebook filled with poetry. While it’s difficult to doubt the sincerity of her convictions as they drip from every note and roll off every word of her affected shrill delivery, by the end of her eponymous debut you can’t help but feel thankful puberty has long since come and gone.

The debut EP from these two teenage sisters from outside Stockholm, Sweden, is steeped largely in the folk traditions of artists such as Vashti Bunyan and Nick Drake.

First appearing in 1968, Astral Weeks has become one of the most critically acclaimed records of all time. With Morrison’s indelible vocals, adventurous arrangements, and evocative lyrics, the album manages to encompass pop, rock, jazz, folk, blues, and even classical categorizations without being merely a pastiche of them all. To celebrate its 40th anniversary, Morrison and Co. performed the record in its entirety.

The Defibulators (not defibrillators) are from Brooklyn’s mushrooming indie scene, but not the one you’d expect. The six-man, one-woman band mingles Bakersfield swing, honky tonk, rockabilly, bluegrass, Dixieland jazz, and punk into a boozy concoction worth swigging until last call. It makes a lick of sense that The Defibulators are releasing Corn Money on gag-cartoonist and illustrator Andy Friedman’s metro-roots label City Salvage.

Los Angeles folk singer Mia Doi Todd has described her first instrumental music album as “a good way to start the day, though it’s not just for the morning. It’s music to listen to while cooking dinner or making a list of things to do or taking a long, deep breath, or for writing your first screenplay.” Todd’s description seems apt when listening to Morning Music. Influenced by customary Indian, West African, and Middle Eastern music, this seven-track, 44-minute suite drones along as pleasant background music.

Not since Elvis Costello has any artist combined pop ferocity and magnetism with such challenging words. The standard rule is bitter and thoughtful = slow and delicate, but when artists escape that equation-when they recognize that smart people have blood in their veins too-they are justly hailed by their grateful minions in the press, like so:

Big money says Zee Avi’s new self-titled CD will be available in Starbucks before you can say Accessibility Meets Post-Colonial Hip. Lucky for us, this won’t be one of those Putumayo ‘It sounded good in the store’ purchases.

At the great Americana Legends Fried Chicken & George Dickel Potluck Party in our minds, while Jack White desperately slaps on sunscreen and J.D. Wilkes hits on your underage cousin, The Devil Makes Three will stand by the bucket of Lone Star, making snarky comments and quietly enjoying the day.