When you get the urge to hear earnest, white-guy indie rock (which happens with some regularity, judging by how much of the stuff circulates at any given moment), you could do—and have done—much worse than to put on some Chris Cohen. The former Deerhoof guitarist writes songs that wear their melancholy lightly, their hangdog melodies spangling winsomely; they’re an introvert's delight. There's nothing mind-blowing about Cohen's music, but its low-key charms and his pleasantly affectless voice—which may be construed upon cursory listens as slack—should not be underestimated. He's a deceptively intricate tunesmith. by Dave Segal