Still sizzling with unbound fury, Iggy Pop and the Stooges rejoin their white-knuckle search for meaning, though what they find isn’t any prettier 40 years later. Hell, at times, it’s just as terrifying.

An assemblage of musicians the caliber of Marc Ribot, Ches Smith and Shahzad Ismaily usually signals that this is going to be seriously nerdy jazz, but Ceramic Dog is, in many ways, the exact opposite.

A tasty mixture of greasy blues rock, deranged intellect and mudhole-stomping Texas attitude, Churchwood once again illustrates what a post-punk Skip James might have sounded like had he gotten into the lysergic weirdness of 13th Floor Elevators.

Pressed in very sparse quantities on the Liverpool label in the fall of 1966, this single quickly drifted into darkness with the assumption it would never be heard again. But you can’t keep a good disc down

A raunchy, no-bullshit punkabilly record, Where Do You Want It? begins with a paean to snot-slinging drunkeness — and the Beaumonts never take their steel-toed boot off the gas.

By the time Lovely Sunday Dreaming entered the shops, the Mystreated had already gained a star-studded reputation amongst garage punk advocates in the shape of a couple of albums and several EPs and singles.

All you need to know, really, about Irish punk rockers Pogues is right in their name, taken from a Gaelic phrase meaning “kiss my arse.” Confounding expectation, they played softly as often as they played loudly

If you grew up a fan of live music in or around Louisiana in the late 1980s or early 1990s, you knew, without a doubt, that Dash Rip Rock was going to be huge one day.

It wasn’t quite as nihilistically put out as punk, so it had little credibility there. It wasn’t sweetly composed enough to connect with pop fans, either.

Stationed in Houston, Texas, the independent label International Artists Records parented a plethora of prized platters between the years 1965 and 1970.