Zoe

It's another brood-in-your-room classic from Mexico's favorite neo-new wave band. Moments of transcendence? There aren't many, but somehow the jutting guitars and Leon Larregui's ennui-laden vocals convince you otherwise … or remind you that transcendence is just an illusion. "Reptilectric ya no creo en ningun dios," Larregui sings at the outset, and we enter Zoe's (and Satre's) godless universe, a place where we must contemplate -- and even revel in -- nothingness, leavened only by moments like "No Hay Dolor" or the Elliot Smith-reminiscent "Poli." But take heart: Brooding never felt so good.