Fear of Men
Mosaic (Too Pure)
Sometimes the best way to introduce new music is to go the recommended-if-you- like route. So, Fear of Men is RIYL: Asobi Seksu, sleeping in, the Sundays, Belly, end- of-summer daydreams.

Deluka
Stranger Than Fiction (Vel)
And while we’re at it, here’s one that’s RIYL: Curve, dancing until it all goes away, Garbage, big beats, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, things produced by Dan the Automator.

How to Dress Well
Running Back (Domino)
No, it’s not an ode to Arian Foster, the NFL’s resident philosopher-poet. Instead, Tom Krell serves up one of his signature, brooding R&B cuts, this one a spare beat topped by his breathy, reverb- soaked crooning.

Great Aunt Ida
Romance (Zunior)
Soft-lit piano, regal strings, and break-of-dawn brass add up to an out-of-the-park chamber-pop triumph for former Vancouverite Ida Nilsen. Whatever happened at the Sugar Refinery is long forgotten.

Wickerbird
Druids (Independent)
If you’re jonesing for some new Fleet Foxes and coming up dry, Mt. Rainier’s Blake Cowan has your made-in-the-Pacific- Northwest fix of harmony-drenched ambi- ent dream folk.

Coral Egan
A Couple Apartments Apart (Justin Time)
Believe it or not, Snora Jones isn’t the only piano-pop chanteuse out there. Coral Egan not only has the smoky-jazz thing down vocally, but sounds like she’d happily open a bottle of wine and give you a shoulder to cry on.

Sex Pistols
Belsen Was a Gas (Demo) (Universal)
This was arguably the Pistols’ most extreme exercise in pointedly atrocious taste, but now that a studio demo featur- ing Johnny Rotten has surfaced, we can at last pretend Ronnie Biggs never sang it.

Uncle Lucius
Pocket Full of Misery (Entertainment One)
Featuring more horn action than the E Street Band before that fat sweaty guy died, and an ass-load of balls-out country-rock guitar, “Pocket Full of Misery” is, funnily enough, brilliantly uplifting.

Child Actor
If You Loved Me (Fake Four)
We were hoping for a supergroup com- prising Keshia Knight Pulliam, Jonathan Lipnicki, and Soleil Moon Frye, but since Child Actor makes such sweetly gauzy alt-pop, we’ll get over our disappointment.

The xx
Sunset (Young Turks)
Actually, it sounds more like late-night drinks in a ’90s electronica club with that baritone-voiced dude from Tindersticks and his honey-voiced date, but no bother. That’s still better than an Ibiza house sampler.

P.O.S.
Fuck Your Stuff (Rhymesayers Entertainment)
P.O.S. doesn’t care how much cheddar you have and what you can buy with it, and when he throws in a reference to Christopher Hitchens, you know you’d better take the punk rocker turned rapper seriously.