Two-sentence record reviews on Crystal Castles, Devo, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and more 

Devo, Something for Everybody (Warner Bros.)

Q: Are they not old men? A: They are Devo, and after nearly a decade-and-a-half spent kickin' around on the new-wave oldies circuit, the seminal spuds release their first album of new material in 20 years, and their first album of relevant material in nearly 30. A.G.

Harmony Korine, Trash Humpers OST (Drag City)

Wrapped in a soiled brown paper wrapper, this record features, among other noises, a maniac strumming a mangled instrument, yowling, "As I wipe somebody's gumbo from my eyes." No South American death metal, a la the Gummo soundtrack, yet 1,000 times more terrifying. S.H.

Wolf Parade, Expo 86 (Sub Pop)

As many side-projects as these wily, prolific Canucks undertake, nothing ever seems to top the brash post-punk instrumentation and melodic ambition of their main gig. Expo 86 builds on the foundation of blooping synthesizers, heartfelt lyrics, jagged guitar hooks and single-stroke drum fills that made 2005's Apologies to the Queen Mary such a stunning debut. D.P.R.

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Mojo (Reprise)

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers show their love of the blues, and their age, on the 12th studio release of their near-40-year tenure together. Luckily, they've aged like wine. A.G.

Keegan DeWitt, Nothing Shows (Daytrotter Record Barn)

A dusky, refined installment from the local singer and film scorer. The '80s-pop interruption provided by the ebullient "Say La La" is a welcome, if brief, tangent from the central narrative, which is all delicate ache and trembling violin. S.H.

Max and the Wild Things, The Album (self-released)

Local ragtag quartet get their shit together and drop a full-length debut showcasing their punk proclivities and ramshackle alt-country. The result sounds like straight-up chillin'. A.G.

Crystal Castles, Crystal Castles (Fiction)

The aesthetic juxtaposition of hazy, imperfect and occasionally shrill production values against catchy, synth-laden dance numbers is there. The question is, do want to own a record that will make you feel like you're at a hipster coke party every time you put it on? D.P.R.



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