In Loving Memory of... EP
by Let's Wrestle
(Stolen)

Skinny, high-on-the-neck bass lines; drumming that alternates between supertense and bash-happy loose; gnat-in-a-metal-canister guitar; cheapo organ; broad British-accented vocals that wouldn't know flat from sharp if you slashed their bike tires with a broken Red Stripe bottle; and an opening track that begins, "No matter how many records I buy/I can't fill this void": These six songs from ultrasloppy London indie trio Let's Wrestle are for anyone who's a sucker for UK postpunk DIY. When a simple guitar line steps forward to provide the bridge for "I'm OK, You're OK," a tear of joy rolls down the ghost of John Peel's cheek. And when teenaged vocalist/guitarist Wesley Patrick Gonzalez solemnly declares, "It's not cool to like Leo Sayer/So I won't listen to Leo Sayer/Music is my girlfriend," it's hard to know whether to offer him a hug or simply keep your distance. The correct response, naturally, is both.

"I'm That Chick"
by Mariah Carey
(Interscope)

The theme song from the new Sex and the City movie... okay, not really—if it were, I might be tempted to actually see the damn thing—just Mimi's best coy disco move yet (it even quotes Michael Jackson's "Off the Wall"), and proof she has a pulse, even if little else about her much resembles recognizable humanity.

"Get Silly"
by V.I.C.
(Collipark)

Just the thing you weren't aware you'd been waiting all this time for: Soulja Boy Tell'em's protégé. Inspirational verse: "I'm calm like the sea/I blow like the wind/And now that I'm straight, I'm about to act the fool again." Wish I could get that damn toy-piano motif out of my head, but that's novelty hits for you. (Wish I could get about half the orchestral hits on the chorus out of the damn song, too, but etc.)

"Time Traveller"
by Plantlife
(Decon)

L.A. funkmeister Jack Splash has a scratchy voice—I hear Sly Stone; my sister Brittany hears Left Eye—but when he speeds it up on this title track to his band's second album, it becomes a snide cartoon twitter that perfectly matches the lyric, which is basically LCD Soundsystem's "Losing My Edge" as rewritten by someone with a lifetime subscription to the beat-head zine Wax Poetics: "I told Sylvia who ran Sugarhill/That she owed Cold Crush at least about a mill/'Cause I was right there when they stole their rhymes/And told the in-house band to replay 'Good Times.'"