Maps, a show on Italy's Radio Città Del Capo (we saw the Wombats on the program a while back), recently had Los Campesinos! in the studio to perform three tracks from Hold on Now, Youngster in a low-key acoustic setting. You'd think such a high-energy outfit would lose something packed into a small space, sitting down while huddled around a single microphone, and you'd be right. But they only lose a little. The songs are still there, and this is a good way to see exactly how they're put together.

Los Campesinos!: "Death to Los Campesinos!"

Los Campesinos!: "We Are All Accelerated Readers"

Los Campesinos!: "Knee Deep at ATP"

[Hold On Now, Youngster! is out now on Wichita/Arts & Crafts]

Welcome to Jamrock couldn't even top "Welcome to Jamrock", so it's understandable that it's been three years since Damian Marley pretty much reclaimed mainstream reggae from stoners with fraternity paddles. He did, however, quietly drop the Bollywood-tinged anti-poverty banger "One Loaf of Bread" on Tuff Gong compilation Gang War last year. "Christ feed the multitude with only one loaf of bread," Marley proclaims, as a clattering, bass-heavy dancehall beat settles in behind dramatic strings and sinuous woodwind chirps. Singing directly to "poor people", Marley delivers a message of hope, with the biblical allusions and prophetic air of, yup, his father-- an earnest solemnity that rarely gets pulled off so well, or can claim such a lively arrangement. (Although, to be pedantic about it, even Jesus needed five loaves of bread-- and two fish-- to feed the multitude. What'd you want, a miracle?) Not that "Junior Gong" is totally back to the fierce urgency and real-life righteousness of "Welcome to Jamrock", nothing quite like that. Still, the track is a good reminder to get excited (or at least curious) about Marley's expected appearance on Mariah Carey's new album next month. And the video, shot and directed by Jason Goldwatch for Deconmedia, humanizes Marley's message, with scenes of children and daily life in Haiti and South Africa, interspersed with images of the bearded, dreadlocked singer. Encircled, OK, by a cloud of smoke.

[from Gang War; out now on Tuff Gong/Ghetto Youths]

The Sound of Arrows list their location as "Pop Heaven", Stockholm, and the newest Labrador signees' first mp3 holds the promise of a stairway to just such a place. Jens Lekman would be there. Saint Etienne, too. The Tough Alliance. And the Avalanches-- any act that marries a mix-and-match, genre-hopping aesthetic to irrepressible melodies, the kind that put Swedish pop on the musical map in the first place. The Sound of Arrows are Oskar Gullstrand and Stefan Storm, and "Danger!" is a taste of their forthcoming debut EP, a nine-song affair due in April. Storm's reverb-laden vocal sounds a hook-filled warning blatantly contradicted by the music, springy pop that's also in keeping with labelmates like Club 8 and Sambassadeur. Triumphal string snippets, floaty synths, beaming trumpets, and incomprehensible vocal chatter place the track in a lush pop dreamworld gilded with harp glissandos, sort of like the sunny-day inverse of Pylon's dubby Gyrate frightmare also called "Danger" (or "Danger!!" in the "Jamaican" version). A sample-oriented approach frees the duo to move in slightly new directions by track's end, with guitars, glockenspiel or xylophones, and possibly harmonica lilting across a house-tinged bassline. "I feel so dangerous," Storm concludes, at last pinpointing the source of the supposed danger. If that means the stairway to Pop Heaven is actually just another escalator to nowhere, then, well, fuck. But I hope not.

Performing under the name Sissy Wish, Bergen-based Siri Ålberg wears Chucks and leotards on stage, sports a fierce bob, performs tap dance solos, and sings like a banshee approximation of Betty Boop. Obviously, she's got the pop-star image thing down, but more importantly, she and her band craft indie pop songs with an exaggerated sense of motion and movement, drawing from a range of sources: Siouxise & the Banshees, Cyndi Lauper, Karen O, Devo. Ålberg plays them to the rafters, insistent and intense.

"Dwts", from last year's Norwegian Grammy-nominated Beauties Never Die, now being released as a single, stands for "Do what they say." "They" could be some sort of discotarian regime or simply her sharp backing band, or it could refer to a song's beats and rhythms that translate to human movement. But she might as well be singing in first person instead of third: ""The rhythm makes it groove / I wanna move and spend my time on what it's for," Ålberg sings, as guitars pulse and new wave synths swirl around her. She wants to dance, damnit, and she wants you dancing with her. Ålberg uses the bridge for what's it for: to marshal the band's force and launch a much stronger attack on the chorus: "The city is on fire!" she sings ominously, before launching into a string of Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!'s so exuberant they're almost martial. On its final push, "Dwts" makes dancefloor conformity sound like an act of defiance.

Brontosauruses come and go and turn out to have been misnamed and then your humble music bloggers need to remember how to spell "apatosaurus." Triceratops, though, never went out of style. Not unless you count that whole "extinction" thing. Which is to say: HEALTH's "Triceratops", from the noisy LA rockers' self-titled debut LP, has shown up a couple of times around here already, but this live video shot using 13 laptops is cool enough to merit digging the song up again. The usually obscured vocals are actually easier to understand here, as the band spasmodically assault their instruments in an outdoor venue.

We previously wrote of the song: "On 'Triceratops', Los Angeles noise-rock dudes HEALTH thrash out most of what we grew up to expect from Jurassic din: screeches, squawks, guitar growls, insect buzzes, and tribal drums. Some high-voiced cavemen appear to be there, too, chanting, but nobody said music has to be prehistorically accurate. Faster and smarter than scientists once imagined, the track lurches off in new directions several times over the course of about three minutes, with fuzzy musicianship recalling early Deerhoof or current Liars."

Note: Turns out this is an early cut of this video and not the final edit; the clip is part of Dublab.com's forthcoming "VisionVersion Project" and was directed by Saul Levitz.

[original track from HEALTH; out now on Lovepump United]

A new video for Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga's "You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb", directed by Double Triple and Ryan Junell (the latter and Spoon have worked together previously). It's (mostly) stop-motion animation of paper cut-outs, and some behind-the- scenes stills showing how the video was put together are available here.

Video:> Spoon: "You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb"
[from Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga; out now on Merge]

Remember when Modest Mouse added the Smiths' Johnny Marr on guitar, and everybody went crazy? And then they went and debuted at No. 1 with the Pacific Northwest rock band's fifth proper full-length, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, and frontman Isaac Brock reportedly hurt himself, but that was only before he got popped in the head with a bottle? I know, it's been so long I could barely recognize the group in this video, myself. Although that probably has less to do with the length of time since #81 track of 2007 "Dashboard" or the Arbor Day-ready clip for "People as Places as People" than the fact that this video, for fellow Ship song "Fly Trapped in a Jar", is animated-- and most of the band are shown here with the red beehive hair and supervillain eyemask of the bad guy from The Incredibles. So it's not me, it's them. Or actually, it's not them. Whatever.

Directed by the Saline Project, the clip has candy-cane trees and an overwhelming pinkness, conjuring up a kid-ready eeriness that's Dr. Seuss meets Roald Dahl meets Tim Burton. The oompa-loompa band munchkins keep multiplying, while Brock's head appears atop one of the few whose conical dress isn't striped. "One wing wasn't even enough/ It wasn't even enough/ It wasn't even enough to leave," he repeats, his depressive hysteria seeping into the wiry backing. The candy-cane forest turns blue when the disco-infused bridge arrives to bring a little cheer to a song about being "already dead." The visuals get a little samey after a while, leaving the focus on Brock's mouth-foaming yelps and Marr's intricate guitar work. Ah, that's right! I remember those.

[from We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank; out now on Epic]

Alaska in Winter's original version of "Horsey Horse", from Dance Party in the Balkans, was the most intimately human breed of song: a tender love ballad, exhaled with ardor over creeping piano. Yet it seemed to subtly destabilize this sense of immediacy by design. Little frequency quavers and a light glaze of vocoder on the vocals reminded us of the translucent yet perceptible digital veil between performer and audience. At first, this extended mix of "Horsey Horse" seems more of a reconsideration that a proper remix. It's simply mastered a bit quieter, as if it wants you to lean in a little more. It's the extra couple of minutes at the end that elevate it above the source material: The best songs on Alaska in Winter's album connected the dots between ambient instrumentation and clockwork beats, and the springy electro pulse at the end of this remix completes the line begun by the dreamy piano phrases of the song proper. The listener's lean-in pays off when the music jumps out.

I'll try to spare you too many belabored puns about how you don't have to beware "The Divides of March", or how with the promise of spring finally in air the idea of someday being able to take a dip in a pool-- Sound- or otherwise-- sounds pretty nice. The important thing is that New York's Soundpool play fragile, layered dream-pop that not only erases any memory of my previous sentence, it also makes it easier to overlook the fact that the quintet's sobriquet could just as easily, in another decade, have included a garden rather than a pool. While fellow Gotham denizens like A Place to Bury Strangers have approached the feedback-laden guitar music of the late 1980s from a thunderously noisy perspective, Soundpool splash in the gentler, more feminine waters of such other neighboring bands as Asobi Seksu. On Dichotomies + Dreamland's "The Divides of March", shoegazer-reflective guitar noise and vibrant synths wash over Kim Field's girlish voice, which whispers a melody reminiscent of French pop via Air or Stereolab. The lyrics apparently offer a sort of social commentary, but you can immerse yourself in the sound until well past the ides of March (sorry) without ever having to notice any of that. Sic semper fine dream-pop.

All right, those of you with "Boy/Girl Duos" in the "Improbably Relevant 2008 Trend" category in your office pool can probably start eyeing that early White Stripes Sympathy for the Record Industry 7" on eBay. Beach House, High Places, and the Kills have all brought it this year; add to the pile Swedish husband/wife act Wildbirds & Peacedrums, who will release their debut album, Heartcore, on the Leaf Label in late April.

You can peek at the gist of Heartcore on "Doubt/Hope", where former vocal improv student Mariam Wallentin (ostensibly Wildbirds) gets odd and impassioned over Andreas Werliin's (Peacedrums) slyly complex snare work. Hands are clapped, shakers are shook. This live version (number nine from new-ish Scandinavian blog "Handheld Shows", in which musicians are videotaped performing songs on the street), doesn't stray too far from the album track: Werliin's pattering provides rhythm, atmosphere, and weird spectacle as the not-at-all-how-you- pictured-her Wallentin's yelping-- classically trained, technically precise yelping-- conjures up all manner of weird blues and gypsy incantation. Imagine Björk's Debut seriously fiending for a rhythm fix. Go ahead Europe, just sit there drinking your espressos like nothing's happening. We dare you.

When "Miami Vice" needed a song that would make an impact in the pilot episode, the TV series' producers didn't go with the slinky synth instrumentals that have, somewhat surprisingly, spawned a full-blown trend recently. They went with Phil Collins. While some Jan Hammer devotees seem to be mining this era of pop history in part for its kitsch and ironic value, Grovesnor's update of Collins-esque electro-soul frees the sounds of the 1980s from the cultural context that initially supported them (and, with changing fashions, toppled them), just as the nu-Balearic of a group like A Mountain of One can encompass the elements of prog they like without embracing the ill-founded cult of virtuosity that originally justified the genre. Hot Chip tapped Grovesnor's "Nitemoves" to open the UK group's DJ Kicks mix last year, and there was both a lovely lack of pretense about the smooth Rhodes and heart-scraping vocals, and at the same time a real cosmopolitan sophistication.

Grovesnor, aka ex-Hot Chip drummer Rob Smoughton, has turned to his former group again to remix new single "Drive Your Car", another song on a topic dear to a "Miami Vice" producer's heart. The original version is a more upbeat electro-funk number than "Nitemoves", and more up-to-the-minute production-wise from the start, although something about Smoughton's voice still screams out 80s soft rock. Hot Chip's take expands the song from four minutes to six, emphasizing a smoky bass groove and prickly electric guitars to approach the billowy beach music of Sweden's Studio. Letting the track rev its engines more gradually makes the catchy, double-time chorus even more of a contrast: "I would drive your car home every night/ Just to feel the open road," Smoughton sings. No word on whether that car is a Ferrari Testarossa or, like, a DeLorean.

[from the "Drive Your Car" single; due in April on Greco-Roman International Sonic Wrestling]