Fust uncorks the (alt) country at Deep Cuts.

A gentle acoustic picker.

At some point you just gotta release the album, right?

Rebecca Cline Quartet doesn’t need a definite article at Mad Monkfish.

Some kind of glass bottle percussion keeps this train rolling.

Oof, I feel the message at the heart of this song.

We’re taking a steamy soak with a Burlington songsmith.

We’ve got a little 10-year anniversary on our hands.

Medium-tempo hip hop trotter.

Rock with a little funk, a little groove.

One 23:59 live take.

Rock n roll riffery. All the ‘R’s!

A powerful piano-driven sparkler.

Stereophonic sound!

Class consciousness, dad rock: together at last.

An emo popper that starts strong out of the gates.

Sounds like a fucking nightmare.

Washed out, washed right.

Neal Francis / Improvement Movement. Photo galleries by Julia Levine.

A keyboard-driven number about a false nostalgia for yesteryear.

Whoah, the full band version!

There’s no wrong way to eat a Reese’s.

One of those “primitive” guitarists?

The tenor saxophone leads the way.

Uptempo power pop with some fuzz.

Stylized mod pop.

Spare, yet lush synth.

Wobble with the flow, if you feel it.