The Breeders Float On With Another Tour de Force

Integrity’s not something we’d wish on any band, but the Breeders wear it exceedingly well: The music they make on their own terms — twenty years into their existence, and with a shambling, eerie, free-form and ultimately unreconstructed nineties approach — proceeds directly to a spot in our brain where, given a sharp poke, our leg involuntarily jerks, and we’re charged with some poignant, dizzy feeling. The second disc since their return sounds like all of their previous albums and none of them, and it gladdens us to have it.

The Breeders

Mountain Battles

4ad Records

Out Apr. 8