In an increasingly homogenized musical landscape, acts like Foxy Shazam are a rarity, which is what makes the band’s major-label debut, Foxy Shazam, all that more impressive. Combining elements of glam rock, classic rock, and soul, this 15-song collection effortlessly switches from huge pop anthems like “Count Me Out” to orchestrally driven show-tune-esque numbers like “Evil Thoughts” without a hint of irony. Climactic tracks like “Second Floor” may seem a little over the top at first (frontman Eric Nally is reportedly working with kindred spirit Meatloaf on his upcoming album), but Foxy Shazam is dripping with so much sincerity that it’s difficult not to get swept away.
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Scotland is known for a lot of things, like its whiskey and … some other stuff we can’t recall. We do know that the country’s second most satisfying export is the indie rock act Frightened Rabbit, whose third album, The Winter of Mixed Drinks, proves they can transcend their own hype. From expertly crafted ballad “Swim Until You Can’t See Land” to the spacey “Foot Shooter,” the band incorporates more expansive arrangements into their already seasoned songwriting, and the ambient instrumentation on songs like “Skip the Youth” take the band’s sound to the next level. Although we’re guessing that, like a good whiskey, The Winter of Mixed Drinks is going to age well, we suggest filling up now.
The career of Fucked Up has been, well, fucked up. The Canadian band blew up the formula for hardcore with the album Hidden World, played stunt gigs such as performing for 12 straight hours in NYC, then released The Chemistry of Common Life, a massive wall of noise complete with violins. Despite that, this two-CD collection of B-sides and alternate versions of tracks stretching back to 2002 sounds shockingly cohesive. “Neat Parts,” a blend of power pop and hardcore steam, is built around a beat stolen from the Undertones, while tracks such as the fist-pumping “Generation” and the sentimental “I Hate Summer” are the closest Fucked Up come to straight-up punk. Damn good.