In Darkness Visible, the child Matty emerges from beneath the burning rubble of a bomb-blasted building in London in 1940. He's disfigured, one side of his face having seemingly melted away.

D-Tension & The Secrets pour one out for fallen friends in their raucous new Celtic-punk single and video Hate To See You Go — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Wailin' Walker lets you know exactly who he once again is on his chart-topping new album Bluesman — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

René Huard celebrates the dog days in his funky, funny and freewheeling new single and video Tail Waggin’ — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Ash Ravens pens a poignant farewell in his new single and lyric video Last Letter From An Alien — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Doug Robb knows it's his time to Shine in the spotlight with his soaring and inspirational new single and video — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Reii has a bloody good time revisiting a classic horror story in her debut single Carrie — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Meredith Louise acknowledges that it's high time for her to Get Over you in her soulful and groovy new single and video — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

I Ya Toyah drives a nine-inch nail through the heart of our flawed existence with her powerful cover of Trent Reznor's classic Closer — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

THE EDITED PRESS RELEASE: “The year 1976 was one of considerable transition for Frank Zappa. Following a whirlwind that yielded such celebrated albums as Over-Nite Sensation, Apostrophe (’), Roxy & Elsewhere, One Size Fits All and Bongo Fury, Zappa entered the year on the road with a stripped-down quintet that gave him ample room to stretch out as a guitarist.

Deadly Alfano carves out a refuge of red clay and Renaissance spirit on his new single and video Shelter — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Maiah Wynne outlines her darkly delicious plan to serve billionaires their just desserts in her new protest song and video Girl Dinner — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

AloneKitty open your eyes with their abrasively beautiful new shoegaze single and video I’m Wide Awake — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

Jessmin makes you the focus of her world on her debut EP Hyperfixated — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

I used to think The Beatles were the band most frequently honoured with bad covers. But it turns out the horrible covers of Led Zeppelin may indeed outnumber those of The Fabs.

And so the story so far is this: Manitou was sleeping as usual, snoring amongst the stars, and that was fine because sound doesn't travel well in the infinite vastness of space. But there he was, eyes closed, mouth open, a few strands of hair fallen over his face.

Junkhouse keep the summer alive with their sizzling new single and video Hot Hot Sun — showcasing today on Tinnitist.

God hides in a trashcan on Withdrawal’s In The End, Again, An End. Is this what I’ve become, he thinks, as he pulls on the lid and prays (to who?) that no one find him. I am like a larvae in a metal cocoon, he thinks. And they are like starved devil birds searching for a meal. I’ve lost control again. Hear them. Hear them behave as if they were mindless animals. Hear them as if they were not made in my image.

Another fall, another U2 live DVD.

Heads up, vinyl junkies: The bulk of this year's Record Store Day Black Friday releases were announced today. And because I am awesome / insane, I went to the trouble of compiling and alphabetizing all the expected releases for the U.S., Canada and the U.K. into a massive, one-of-a-kind list.

Never let it be said that Solomon Burke does not learn from his mistakes.

There is something to be said for giving people what they want. Then again, there’s something to be said for keeping yourself happy too. And when you get down to it, I’m not sure who Canuck bluesman Colin James is out to please with the third instalment in his popular Little Big Band series.

It felt kinda sad to see Tony Bennett slumming with the Canadian Idol no-talents a while back. Thankfully, the 80-year-old crooner is keeping better company these days.

“Don’t download this song,” sings “Weird Al” Yankovic. No problem.

“I am a prisoner of endless sorrow,” confesses Greg Keelor on his third solo CD. Tell us something we don’t know, dude.

On their debut Hot Fuss, fashionable Las Vegas dance-rock upstarts The Killers worshipped at the altar of Duran Duran. Now that they’re rock stars, they’ve apparently decided to aim higher. And they know who they really want to be when they grow up: Bruce Springsteen And The E Street Band. Or maybe U2.

Another Dr. Dre compilation? That can mean only one thing: Suge Knight’s latest lawyer bill has come due.

Back in the ’70s, Jerry Garcia was one major multitasker.

Gather ’round and let Grampa tell you a story, kiddies.

‘Another R.E.M. anthology?’ you ask. ‘Didn’t I just buy an R.E.M. anthology last year?’

The Boss’s Seeger Sessions is back in a new two-disc edition. Along with more discs, you get more music.

One killer album can be a fluke. Two might mean you had extra songs from the first. But three? That’s not luck or leftovers. That’s indisputable talent. That’s a force to be reckoned with. And that’s what K-Os is on his third disc Atlantis: Hymns For Disco.

The Scissor Sisters claim they “don’t feel like dancin’, no sir, no dancin’ today.” Don’t believe them.

It’s called A Piano — and it is. Or at least a reasonable facsimile.

Their name makes them sound like an Indian sitar-and-tabla duo. But anyone who picks up Serena-Maneesh’s self-titled debut looking for some wicked raga jams is in for a few surprises.

The woods are thick with singer-songwriters who sound like some guy named Dylan. And Tim Easton would be lying if he claimed not to be one of them. But I would be lying if I claimed he was nothing more than a Zimmy clone.

Sometimes music is art. Sometimes art is music. Then there are the sonic sculptures of Matmos, which often manage to be both yet neither at the same time.

Fans of flash-in-the-pan Britrockers — who broke up within months of releasing their debut album earlier this year — can relive the band's glory, um, day with this eight-track EP of remixes.

The downbeat D.C. dance duo do that voodoo that they do so well — but this time they do it to others.

Esteemed Austin singer-songwriter Slaid Cleaves drops half of his act on his fourth LP Unsung. And it’s probably not the half you think.

Call it a double play: Jazzman Harry Connick, Jr. raises the curtain on not one, but two Broadway productions in Harry On Broadway, Act 1.

Two-minute songs? Check. Chugging, churning guitars? Check. Anti-Bush lyrics, high-angle harmonies and hooky anthemic choruses? Check, check and check.

“Who puts rock ’n’ roll in your blood?” wonder The Elms. Could it be … Satan? ’Cause on The Chess Hotel, it sure ain’t the big man upstairs.

Talk about putting your best foot forward.

No, they’re not a ska band from Des Moines. And despite being on Jello Biafra’s Alternative Tentacles label, this spaced-out British foursome aren’t a punk outfit — at least, not in the traditional sense.

Swedish pop-punks Millencolin go multi-media on this eight-track EP.

Any doubts that punk rock truly is a global phenomenon should be erased once and for all by this CD from Israeli popcore outfit Useless I.D.

Converting a classic rock tune into cornpone country really isn’t that tough: Just add a two-step beat, a walking bassline and a hillbilly twang and you’re ready for the barn dance. But revamping an entire classic album — or an entire artist’s sound — into backwoods bluegrass is a whole ’nother ball of possum grease.

Let's say you’re an ’80s pop band. Whaddaya do when the hits stop coming? Join the classic-rock circuit? Get day jobs? Retire?

“How low does one heart go?” wonders Suzanne Vega on Penitent, the aptly titled first song of her sixth album.