No not-so-secretly embedded Richard Hawley tracks this time friends, though with his new release hitting the US shelves tomorrow odds are 1 in 6 that you might find him here next week. For some that’s akin to playing a game of roulette by yourself, a game that eventually you’re born to lose.

Tearing Up At 40s Love Songs

Scotland Yard Gospel Choir – If you find your memories of prime 90s Pulp are still juicy well this Choir would like you to get on board. They don’t disguise their intentions at all, from the telegraphed lyrics to the gasping vocals to the desperate situations set to catchy yet maudlin music.

Mark Mallman – This Minnesota viking sets his own musical course by slavishly following the footsteps of mid-American 80s mainstream rock (WMMR anyone?), at least until you start listening to the lyrics and begin wondering how much of his life’s course has been dedicated to self-sabotage.

Jay Reatard – Jay tries to play the slavish garage rock devotee card in his press clippings but he’s far too dedicated musically to compromise his chances of making a living at his muse. No need to worry friend, as long as you continue to tip your hat to 80’s Southern power pop there will be a devoted core following you to the implosion.

Plasticines – They’re French! They’re Female! They’re Legal! I would add They’re Good* but I suppose anyone sold by the combination of the first three exclamations doesn’t really need the fourth since that information is completely superfluous. *BTW – their first album was better …

The Hidden Cameras – One of these one per bands that challenges you to sift through the rubble on a quest to find the one insanely catchy song they program per disc, forgetting that this whole downloading thing can get you a Hidden Cameras greatest moments ep in about six clicks.

Robert Pollard – Now this man certainly knows what to do with a dedicated fanbase - continue pushing product and projects until even the most amorously amused adherents find a fickle bone in their buttocks and move along to the likes of the bands above this line.

David Bazan – Just because his lineage suggests simple joyously mopey moments doesn’t mean he will completely forsake an authentically inspired rock song or two on this new solo disc.

The Grates – Once again the final track is programmed with a band that has a female form whom I appreciate and wish to gaze upon longing, and therefore will get to google image while doing this ‘research.’ Truthfully I only need to cast a glance toward a poster in the basement of walker to be reminded of her most admirable talent.