After finally achieving zero symptoms for about a week, my body relinquished its tenuous hold on healthiness and abandoned itself to the relentless, conquering hordes of nasty germs that ride roughshod throughout school classrooms in winter. It was all I could do to rescue these four albums before slipping into a feverish haze. Take them. May they serve you well.
Now — you just leave me here. Go ahead without me. But first, let’s round ’em up.
Myles has been recording his own brand of roots rock in Canada since the mid-00’s. Real Love is only his second US release. Watch this man dance in his red suit and then go buy his albums.
Segall is like a garage-rock Ryan Adams, amazingly prolific and somewhat inconsistent as a result. However, he packs everything he’s learned into this double-album and comes out a solid gold winner.
Cook’s self-named “tropical pop” digs into a little roots reggae with echoes of dub and a splash of UK Two-Tone.
And look at that sweet underwater artwork. She’s riding a giant seahorse!
Ostensibly a country singer, Dawson may or may not have John Mayer and Maroon 5 on his playlist, as well. The production is slick on his debut but the young writer has quality songs underneath.