Mourned by lots of people who don't identify primarily as fans of African music, Ali Farka TourĂ© died in early March at the age of 67, just months after the release of a delicate, dizzying album made with kora player Toumani DiabatĂ©. Light and lilting—and intimate enough to make bashful listeners blush—In The Heart Of The Moon (Nonesuch) clears lots of room for TourĂ©'s nimble guitar playing. It's a testament to his grounding that he leaves much of that room alone, filling in isolated voids with sketches that suggest as much as they declare
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The latest single from an ace Animal Collective album that continues throwing out hooks and hammers five months after its release, Grass (Fat Cat) comes packaged with a CD including two unreleased songs, and more importantly, a DVD with four videos. The visual spot for "Grass" shows the band playing in what looks like the saturated center of a nuclear blast, while a more fanciful one for "Who Could Win A Rabbit?" treks to the woods behind a hare with eerie teeth and a hungry tortoise in a mood. The highlight is a six-minute remix collage (of audio, too) pieced together by Brian DeGraw of Gang Gang Dance
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It's no secret that men in Viking costumes generally have a lot to offer, but Moondog remains an exceptional case. A blind musician and mystic who haunted the streets of New York for decades, he was one of those "outsider artists" who make serious contributions to their field without making a big show of it. The Viking Of Sixth Avenue (Honest Jon's/Astralwerks) gathers much of his best work, covering everything from shuffling animal-jazz to the timeless, airy rounds he played on harpsichord. Oh, those rounds!
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Too easily laughed away for its infamous covers of Madonna, The Whitey Album (Geffen) by Ciccone Youth (read: Sonic Youth plus a few friends) sounds unduly twisted and strange on a reissue made to rescue the curio from 1988. Hissing electronic beats chopping through familiar clouds of guitar noise, plus odd swerves into funk, tape-loop comedy, and, indeed, Madonna, make Sonic Youth sound viscerally live and squirmy. This is a record that could have been cold-rocking Ariel Pink's ninth birthday party. B+