Adventures In The Underground Journey To The Stars, the latest album from South (and their first for Young American Recordings), is well titled: it really does feel like a trip across the stratosphere. Singer and bassist Joel Cadbury's voice can float elegantly atop the blissed-out mixes, but when necessary, he proves he can shout out an indie rock lead vocal as well as any Britpop frontman. The "You Are One" clip amplifies the gauzy, dizzy and slightly destabilized feel of South's production on Adventures In The Underground Journey To The Stars. It would be misleading to call it psychedelic, but it does put the band - and the viewer - through a resolutely altered state. The entire clip is shot through a distorted lens that warps the faces and bodies of the bandmembers: the closer they get to the center of the screen, the smaller they look. As the musicians address the camera, their heads shrink, disappear altogether, bend and twist, and pull apart like taffy. But this isn't the only effect employed: instead of fluid motion, the video consists of quick, herky-jerky cuts. So "You Are One" leaps from one warped image to the next - instead of flowing toward the corners like oil pressed under glass, the members of South appear to stretch mechanically, their bodies slanting unnaturally to the corners of the screen. Check out this mind bending video!

Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, the group's sixth full-length, looks poised to build on the commercial and artistic success of Gimme Fiction - an album that topped many critics' lists of the landmark releases of 2005. "Spoon continues to build one of the most consistent, and distinctive, bodies of work in indie rock", raved Heather Phares of the All-Music Guide, "the band makes changes and takes chances from album to album, but ends up sounding exactly how Spoon should sound each time." Gimme Fiction was a darker and heavier album than anything Daniel & Co. had done this decade, but it retained the Stax and Motown elements that made Girls Can Tell and Kill The Moonlight such unusually propulsive (and danceable) indie rock records. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga promises further innovation; we won't know for sure until July 10, but lead single "The Underdog" sure suggests that it'll be another killer set. Producer Jon Brion (Kanye West, Fiona Apple, Aimee Mann), adds a full horn section to the usual Spoon algebra of acoustic guitar, intricate drumming, and imaginative use of alternate percussion. Britt Daniel has one of the most recognizable voices in contemporary music, and here he wraps it around a melodic hook that's succinct, sharp, and unforgettable

Suburban Legends are a portable party, and have been for the better part of this decade. To keep the crowds moving, they'll play pop, funk, disco, old-school and thirdwave ska, and even hard rock - and to keep their gigs exciting, they've become proficient in all of those styles. Suburban Legends shows incorporate choreography too, and singer Vincent Walker's dance routines are visually arresting and wholly convincing. Audiences at Suburban Legends gigs have come to expect skit-style lunacy, elaborate physical comedy, stunts, and other over-the-top theatrical elements. In short, it's the type of act you can't ignore; one made to catch the attention of passersby. It should be no surprise, then, that this septet has made a name for themselves as one of the hardest working touring bands around, already playing over 180 shows in 2007.

The Fackrell Brothers's cinematic clip for "Infectious" shows off plenty of that pop-influenced choreography. Walker, trombonist Brian Robertson, and trumpeter Luis Beza keep their moves roughly synchronized, but loose enough to communicate self-awareness and good humor. The band plays in a brick room under warm, golden light; they perform "Infectious" with the sort of rock and roll glee that has made the Suburban Legends a must-see band. The rest of the clip is a rescue story: a Euro-looking baddie has abducted Vincent Walker's girl. In a series of flashback cuts, we see her head-butt her adversary and race from his mansion, grab Walker, and leap for a getaway van. But the villain is in pursuit, and he brings his team of business-suited thugs to the Suburban Legends practice space. They line up behind him, the band follows suit behind Walker, and the battle begins!

The heat the Sunday Drivers generate is palpable - and in the clip for "Endless Summer", it's been made literal. The tighter they lock in - and by the first chorus, you'll swear their instruments have been welded together - the hotter the subterranean light around them shines. By the end of the song, they're practically drowned in hot yellow illumination; they've made this electricity themselves, and they don't care how much it burns. The massive cogs, winches and levers that surround the band in their underground crawlspace function as a metaphor for the clockwork precision of their arrangements. (They're really cool-looking, too.) It also helps that the three Sunday Drivers look as statuesque as they do: they're human batteries, spitting out voltage from somewhere beyond appeal.