Secretly, Faithfully
(Jealous Butcher)

This album's sleeve is tastefully sewn and letter-pressed. Careful packaging is an oft-overlooked importance; like personal hygiene, it shows you care about yourself and your work. Secretly, Faithfully (also with songs by Hutch Harris, Butterfly Transformation Service, and Opera Cycle) is a clean mix of carefully conscious guitar pop. Kathy Foster's voice has the same Bonne Bell and Baby Magic girliness that was so wonderful about Tiger Trap; her song as Butterfly Transformation Service, "Second Next to Nothing," is one of the best of that ilk. A couple songs are slightly too hygienic--sometimes you want them to smoke a cigarette or have premarital sex or something--but mostly, Secretly, Faithfully is the epitome of what enterprising kids in SE do in their free time. PDX lo-fi in the house! JULIANNE SHEPHERD

Punk Goes Metal

One of my favorite activities is driving with my friend Rob in his crappy, no-suspension Renault, singing along to early '90s metal tapes. Our favorite is Skid Row, to which we sing with great voracity. So when cover album Punk Goes Metal came along I was like yee-haw, more excuses to listen to butt rock. At first I was turned off by the hardcore punk stylings intruding on bong-hitting classics like "Bark at the Moon" and "Harvester of Sorrows," but then again, I posited, maybe it's not horrible, just different. This is the case for many of these remakes, and there are even a few improvements on the originals ("Heaven Isn't so Far Away" by A New Found Glory; "Talk Dirty to Me" by Jughead's Revenge). It's all driving guitars and drums however, which when you're in the wrong mood cause a serious headache and leave you longing for the inspired ballads of Sebastian-super-hotty-Bach. KATIE SHIMER

Live at the Greek
(TVT Records)

On Live at the Greek, Jimmy Page delivers, playing his signature riffs perfectly; the real issue here is The Black Crowes, who are supposed to be backing him on these Zeppelin staples. Happily, the results are good. Page compliments The Crowes' ability to pick up the nuances of Zeppelin's music. Crowes singer Chris Robinson is called to the monumental task of singing in Robert Plant's stead; Robinson performs beautifully, sounding like Robert Plant without making the mistake of trying to be Robert Plant, the vain path taken by certain members of the '80s hair band community who shall go nameless here. His vocals accommodate Plant's style, but you're still hearing Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes. KRIS ADAMS