The Chrindie classic was originally released back in 1991 by Blonde Vinyl Records.

The Danish trio’s latest album is a perfectly bleak blend of razor-sharp post-punk and chilly synth-pop.

The band’s 1987 magnum opus is a dark, haunting album that still captivates after more than three decades.

If you’re a fan of ethereal guitars, icy synths, Cure-ish basslines, and haunting vocals, then this is your new favorite EP.

For fans of thoughtful, atmospheric indie-rock, Starsabout’s debut full-length is the real deal.

Yes, this Minnesota quintet sounds a LOT like Joy Division but their self-assured music ultimately transcends such easy comparisons.

Without a doubt, the most ambitious mewithoutYou album to date, by any standard, but also the most troubling.

It should come as no shock that A Wingless King, the group’s newest full-length, sounds somewhat like a musical artifact unstuck in time.

Plumerai are clearly heading in the right direction with their sound.

Brother, Sister is a perfect encapsulation of everything that’s both good and bad about mewithoutYou’s music.

Though not without its flaws, this EP is proof that Plumerai have things figured pretty well out.

I was completely unaware that I needed a good Christmas album this year and yet this album has filled that niche quite nicely.

It’ll be interesting to see how this disc holds up in a month, 6 months, a year.

One of those albums that reminds you of all of your favorite bands and yet still sounds unique.

The incredible thing about Antarctica is that the musical formula, which could be so ‘80s, steers clear of the silly clichés it could easily fall into.

There’s a rawness and unsteadiness to Bloc Party’s sound which is both their saving grace and greatest shortcoming.

This compilation captures the panic and urgency in Gang of Four’s stripped down, funked up post-punk.

Part of me is thrilled to hear an album this brilliantly bitter.

Overall, the EP feels like a transitional work to span the gap until a release that really displays the band’s talents.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who wrote such doomed poetry in study hall, and it warms my heart to finally hear it put to such exquisite music.