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2013 Albums of da year: 6-10

6. Lys Guillorn Winged Victory - following up the interior, toy-box majesty of her decade old self-titled debut, Lys Guillorn goes gloriously traditional with 12 big pop-folk swings-for-the-fences, including song-of-the-year candidate "How To Cook a Wolf" and the insanely perfect "Hard Corners." Think of it as Quine-era Lou Reed meeting the part of Emmylou Harris that Gram Parsons took with him to heaven. Essential! (www.lysguillorn.bandcamp.com)

7. Chvrches Bones of What We Believe - the best pure pop record of 2013, edging out Charli XCX's also excellent True Romance as the most promising dance music of the post-Grimes world. Mostly killer/little filler, the deep cuts - "Gun," "We Sink" and "Lungs" - hit as hard and as infectiously as the impossibly great "Recover" and the wigged-out thumper "Lies." Some superfluous nods to the Chris-Martin-esque-dude-singer drain a bit of the greatness away, but the many, many high points give hope that this band might forge a ten year career as Hot Chips' little Scottish sister.

8. The Fall Re-Mit - A return to form after the enervating Ersatz GB, Re-Mit finds MES and the boys-and-girl playing it safe in the tweaked fuzz mode of most latter-day Fall non-disasters, but The Fall playing it safe is still more thrilling and weird than most of your favorite bands playing at their creative peak. File under: fully acceptable water treading.

9. Chelsea Wolfe Pain is Beauty - To these ears, Chelsea Wolfe has heretofore sounded like Jana Hunter with less compelling musical ideas, but this monstrous statement of purpose feels like the (re)birth of an authentic goth star - a feral, deformed Lana Del Rey for the smart kids who listen to Pharmakon, or an ersatz Jarboe for the non-kids who listen to Chrome.

10. Bailter Space Trinine - after an unexpected return with last year's terrific Strobosphere, Bailterspace continue to churn out hard, hypnotic noise pop like it's 1991 again. No re-invention of the wheel, here, just another salient appeal to relevance that fuses working-band-mentality with art-core invention in ways that shame bands half their age. Let alone some of their peers.