Late March, Death March
Dang, you gotta feel for Scott Hutchison. Frightened Rabbit's frontman makes the plight of the ordinary man sound so urgent and eloquent: "The knight in sh*tty armor rips a drunk out of her dress," not to mention "I've got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm." Such literary musings are boosted even further by the band's constantly soaring art-pop melodies and rhythms that stutter with the nervous energy of their frontman. The drama never wanes, whether it's meaty anthems "Holy" and "The Woodpile" or morose gems like "Dead Now" and "State Hospital." Think Coldplay with more brawn and brains.