What a week eh? First Lance Armstrong gets burned at the stake for cheating in the Tour de France - which seems a little harsh to me - then the US elects a President who is significantly less dickish than his opponent for the second time in a row. It's a crazy world we live in! You probably need some music to settle you down, don't you? Well, you're on a music website, reading an article about music, so that would make sense. Unless you're looking for directions down the South Californian highway, in which case you should go here.

Johnny Foreigner - Names (Bandcamp)

First up, Birmingham's favourite full-tilt-head-on-sugar-hyped-Weezercore-emo-indie-rockers have got a new American label (Swerp) and a new member (artist extraordinaire Lewes Herriot on guitar) but haven't let any of the extra weight slow them down. In fact, the onslaught of guitars and no-time-to-breathe vocals sound even bigger and better than before (as do the in-jokes). One of the most consistently excellent bands in the UK right now, Names is yet another step up - how much better can they get?.

Ace Bushy Striptease - Outside It's Cold Just Like The Inside Of Your Body And (Bandcamp)

Birmingham's other favourite full-tilt-head-on-sugar-hyped-Weezercore-emo-indie-rockers, who've put out a higher number of records than I know how to count to, have gone and done it again - both in quality of songs and in punning song titles ('My Hand Could Be Yr Wife' is probably the best). They lean a little closer to the lackadaisical Stephen Malkmus feel than on their previous frenetic numbers, but there's still room for noise on the hardcore-tinged 'Where're We Gonna Go Unloved' (with guest vocals from fellow Brum band frontman Miles of LookiMakeMusic)

Hanz - A Made Bear At Peace (Hype Machine)

Okay okay, I know what some of you are thinking - "I hate vocalists! I don't want to hear all these words being spat out at me by some guy in a trendy t-shirt!". Well, my good friend, you probably need to broaden your horizons a bit, but in the mean time I give you Hanz. Genuinely unclassifiable in a way lots of dance music claims to be, in the process of writing this I've noted and then deleted comparisons to everyone from Play-era Moby, Burial, Mount Kimbie, SBTRKT, DJ Shadow's hip-hoppier side, and acid house. So, something for everyone.

The Soupcans - Good Feelings (Exclaim!)

Looks like we'll have to look across the pond to bring the noise this week, then, and Toronto's the Soupcans definitely bring that. Apparently recorded in bicycle repair shop, there's a bit of a claustrophobic air - helped by the short song length and buzzsaw guitars - coupled with some dumb-as-bricks vocals that are like the bastard child of Jello Biafra and Devo's Mark Mothersbaugh. Absolutely diabolical, in the best possible sense.

El Perro Del Mar - Pale Fire (Hype Machine)

It's Scandinavian, it's dream pop, it's beautiful, what more do you want? Sigh, okay, but if I use the word 'glacial', you've only yourself to blame. Sarah Assbring's fifth album is slightly over-long in theory, but never feels like it outstays its welcome - by bringing in some sampled brass sounds and chiptune elements, it keeps itself from falling into the cliches of its genre, and the Phil Spector beat/funk-inflected bass of 'Hold Off The Dawn' is as glacial (dammit) as it is danceable.

Teen Daze - The Inner Mansions (Exclaim!)

I know it's the time of year when we start to despise even the slightest of draughts more than [insert joke at expense of the American political party you were against here], but as you huddle around that fire, you could do worse than letting a little chillwave breeze into your life. Six months after his debut LP, All of Us, Together, dropped, Teen Daze has let another record of gentle, soothing electronica drift slowly into the collective consciousness. Or something.

If you find any good album streams this week, Tweet me @tennis_everyone. Unless you're the sort of person that wore a V For Vendetta mask on Monday.