Ho-hum, another crypto-paranoiac chill-wave Southern-rock aggro-metal concept album from a scion of country music royalty. For mad ambition, omnivorous eclecticism and pure balls-out oddity, you’re unlikely to hear anything else this year like Shooter Jennings’ sprawling new album-slash-multimedia project Black Ribbons. Coming to you live from a future-is-now dystopia where the airwaves are no longer in public hands — you start to smell trouble when the resistance leader is guest-star dee-jay Stephen King — Jennings and his band Hierophant veer from ripping Southern boogie to furious pop-punk to the title track’s gorgeously morbid balladry, without ever entirely losing sight of the frontman’s honky-tonk roots. You don’t just want the downloads on this, either: the CD package resembles a cross between the Hellraiser box and some kind of Inception dream-thief gizmo. We haven’t a clue how this would come off live — but doesn’t it sound intriguing enough to find out?