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I have no doubt Jeff Rosenstock knows where to get the best pizza in town.

Firing things up near the top of tonight’s Mixtape are The Hives and the precision attack of “Rigor Mortis Radio,” from their recent return to affairs of sound. Also, what do you know… another fine Fugazi cover to open tonight’s mixtape, this one the chromatic riffing of “Merchandise” as interpreted by Sounds Of Swami. Elsewhere tonight, a shout-out to Chuck Dinkins for introducing me to Tupelo Chain Sex.

Rock anthems filled with quirky bits of beat and string, layered with some honey-toned vocals and surging guitars.

The Thievery Corporation has institutionalized the plagiarism of genres, and this week's dub-influenced opener is no exception.

In times fraught with misinformation, Ty Richards implores you to seek the truth.

I really love Khruangbin, despite the pronounciation quandary they plunge me into whenever I play one of their songs.

A powerful set of guitar pop songs, fronted by sometimes disaffected indie female vocals.

Beach House's music always rings as the soundtrack to some brain-warped too-much-party film montage. WIth "Drunk In LA", their song titles are catching up with the vibe.

They're all over the place, but that's what I like about Post Animal. "Dirtpicker" owes much to the Jesus Lizard, especially in its title.

A bold performance from Katie Crutchfield, who bares her heart and rips her chords out in a cathartic explosion that eventually winds down into a somber mood.