The Truth About Love
Sounds like: The Doylestown native’s done us proud on her sixth release—and her first full LP of original content since 2008. It’s packed with top-notch ecstatic pop snark.
Free association: She even pulls off two songs with Fun guy Nate Ruess and Eminem.
For fans of: Kelly Clarkson x Gwen Stefani, Britney/Xtina + Avril, Missundaztood. (Bill Chenevert)
I Bet On Sky
Sounds like: The Amherst, Mass.-born legends of alt rock ride again on this excellent batch—their 10th—of guitar solo sickness, mumbly vocals and fuzzy feedback.
Free association: Not so heavy, but maybe their best since their rebirth in 2005.
For fans of: Nirvana x Sugar + Yo La Tengo, Wire/Pavement/Minutemen, marijuana. (B.C.)
The Spirit Indestructible
Sounds like: Boy, is this whack—not nearly as good as the Timbaland-sponsored Loose. In fact, it seems like her voice somehow got crappier in the past six years.
Free association: Her producers did her no favors. “High Life” is comically horrible.
For fans of: Fergie x drunk Rihanna + Kelis, deflated M.I.A. x Shakira, train wrecks. (B.C.)
Ben Folds Five
The Sound of the Life of the Mind
Sounds like: The first track blows, but after a couple spins, you start to realize that this LP’s pretty much everything you want it to be after 13 years.
Free association: Vivid blasting Whatever and Ever Amen, playing Twisted Metal 2.
For fans of: The Rentals, Mercury Rev/Eels, Beck x Randy Newman, the ‘90s. (B.C.)
Sounds like: The freaky, lo-fi folk outfit from Brooklyn experiments and tweaks to great precision their fantastic spin on psychedelic noise that’s gentle and beautiful.
Free association: These woods are where hippies take their vans to trip balls, man.
For fans of: Animal Collective x Iron & Wine, Quilt + Crazy Horse, long hair, ponchos. (B.C.)
Corin Tucker Band
Kill My Blues
(Kill Rock Stars)
Sounds like: A searing, blistering new batch from the Sleater-Kinney alum that manages to rip harder, louder, faster and more angrily than the brilliant 1,000 Years .
Free association: Tucker yelps and screams like the old days. Deliriously satisfying.
For fans of: Wild Flag x PJ Harvey + Marnie Stern/Scout Niblett, howling feminism. (B.C.)
Sundays, 8:30 p.m., Fox
Captive audience: Archer/King of the Hill fans, alt-comedy nerds, people who think Matt Groening is finished and Seth MacFarlane is Satan.
Moment of truth: The third-season opener of the adorably zany, animated Fox sitcom you should be watching has the titular burger joint becoming a de facto biker bar for a grieving motorcycle gang. Also, Louise (voiced by hilariously high-strung Daily Show correspondent Kristen Schaal) goes on a destructive tear when a bully confiscates her precious bunny-ears hat. Once again, you really should be watching this.
Emmy or phlegmmy: Emmy. (Craig D. Lindsey)
Key & Peele
Wednesdays, 10:30 p.m., Comedy Central
Captive audience: African-Americans—especially those who know who Hannibal Buress is; people who still hold on to the hope that Chappelle’s Show might come back.
Moment of truth: The Tosh.0 channel smartly gave MADtv vets Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele another season to display their sophisticated yet side-splitting sketch comedy. (Think Portlandia, but for black hipsters.) Among the skits for the second-season opener: “found footage” of Barack Obama as a young, weed-smoking BMOC, the story of how Mary Magdalene chose Jesus over her pimp and a So You Think You Can Dance? parody that’s easily one of the funniest things I’ve seen all year.
Emmy or phlegmmy: Emmy. (C.D.L.)
2418 Rhawn St., tuscanyristorante.webs.com
Here’s the dish: Shrimp Florentine
Description: A serving of pasta the size of Andre the Giant’s face drenched in white wine sauce and topped with shrimp, cherry tomatoes, spinach and provolone cheese.
Yum or yuck? Who doesn’t love pasta teeming with luscious sauce and succulent goodies like shrimp? Oh, yeah: probably the same folks who didn’t absolutely adore Andre the Giant in The Princess Bride. (Rosella Eleanor LaFevre)
Gabriel García Márquez, 1927-2014