Hip-hop is changing. Or, to put it more mildly, the sub-genre of throwback, flippant, late ‘80s-influenced indie rap is proliferating. Names that come to mind are Cool Kids, Das Racist, Azealia Banks, Danny Brown, and early pioneers like Sean Price—artists with a powerful spit who deliver their disaffection wrapped in imagination and wit. A decidedly 2000-and-teens style that is at once whimsical and aggressive and, on a slightly unrelated note, references molly as the drug of choice.  

After over a decade of poking at the border and years of occupying the fringe, electronic music has officially entered the American mainstream. Sperry Top-Siders are as ubiquitous at festivals as glow sticks, and rock-star DJ personalities have replaced those hidden behind a club-sweat haze having originated across the pond.

Exitmusic feels like musical Instagram. Everything is slightly overcast and distorted, but thoughtfully so, with skillfully applied lo-fi elements enhancing the duo's deeply saturated ambient post-rock anthems.

Last week, Garbage returned from an extended sabbatical with the release of the highly anticipated Not Your Kind of People, their first studio album since 2005.