Adam

Long overdue retrospective of cult Aussie combo led by Tim Rogers

Troubadour trio revive spirit of CSN with immaculate results

Classy chill-out anthology follows hit formula

Scrag ends from Sonny & Cher of Antifolk

Imagine you're combing the racks of your favourite cool record store, one of those sub-High Fidelity dives with a coupla snooty geeks behind the counter and some Sun Ra covers on the wall. You're flipping through the '80s Hardcore section, looking for an ancient Millions Of Dead Cops LP, swimming in Raymond Pettibon graphics, when all of a sudden... What's this? The Finger's We Are Fuck You/Punk's Dead Let's Fuck? Who? What? Musta come from some boondock town in one of the "vowel states"—Ohio or Iowa.

Seventh album from immaculate country-rockers with guest appearances by Jakob Dylan, Bernie Leadon and Matthew Sweet

Detroit duo follow up their Resuscitation singles collection

Debut album from seriously connected Canadian twin sisters

Sunny second album from Northampton four-piece

Jesse Malin THE BORDERLINE, LONDON TUESDAY JANUARY 21 2003 "Just wait til see you me with my fuckin' band, man," Jesse Malin had said backstage at the Royal Festival Hall, after opening solo and acoustic for Ryan Adams last November. And he wasn't kidding. He's flanked by two razor-sharp dudes who look like they walked out of a remake of West Side Story, but turn out to be bassist Johnny Pisano and guitarist Johnny Rocket. It may just be a trick of the light, but keyboardist Joe McGinty is sporting what looks suspiciously like a black eye.