When you're 13 and your dad catches you listening to Donna Summer, he starts to worry a bit.

Don't cry for him, Philadelphia. Quinn's used to a rigorous routine of running his record label from home and funding the whole endeavor with up to 90 hours of work a week at temp jobs including his most steady, maddening gig: driving a shuttle on Penn's campus.

The band's second LP is an indie-pop opus full of wide-open spaces and shimmering subtleties. Frontman Jon Barthmus, you've got some explaining to do.

We know what you're thinking: These guys better have a good reason for the pretentious punctuation mark in their name.

City Paper: Let's start with the question everyone's probably been asking: Were you a fan of Marilyn Manson before this tour? Tom Araya: Yeah, well, I'd heard of Manson. [Laughs] That's about it, just those songs everyone's heard on the radio. I guess he plays OK music.

While he's currently touring in support of a rather simple videogame soundtrack featuring decent guests  and lots of rough rock-on-rap reproducing, Z-Trip is better known for being the underground hip-hop equivalent of 2 Many DJs.

Philly-based Pissed Jeans' Sub Pop debut sounds like the sludge-doused ramblings of four everyday dudes, scraping together enough money for rent and a round of life-affirming ice cream cones. Listen on the CP Playa!

Aside from being dirtier than a high school shop class, there's a flock of geese squawking 5 feet away from my couch. Actually, it's a horn section squeezing out the jet stream parts of a song called "Hurly Burly."

Neal Pollack thinks I hate his 4-year-old and loathe the laissez-faire parenting of his entire generation.

Drop that Christmas with Colonel Sanders record and step away from the turntable — the last thing your guests wanna hear is some chicken-shillin' dead guy crooning about sleigh rides.