Hailing from Toronto, The Strumbellas are deliciously folky, with six vocalists, banjo, trumpet, violin, keys, resulting in a Rural Alberta Advantage feel. Their latest album, We Still Move on Dance Floors, combines woodsy country sounds with city-living angst. The emotional content on this album is kind of like a shower with only two temperatures. There’s hot and cold, that’s it. The album starts with “Sailing” and you’re in the shower, it’s cool and refreshing. As the album continues, the water gets colder, it’s increasingly uncomfortable. You swivel the tap and let the warm water in, it’s way too hot. Your skin is burning and you’re miserable, so you turn the knob. You calm down, the water is tolerable, but only for a little while. The cold builds up, and every second you spend in the shower stings your skin, eventually burning worse than the hot water. You shut the shower off and get out. You stand on the bathmat with angry blotchy skin. Should you be mad at the shower? No, for it has left you cleaner than you were before. (Six Shooter Records, thestrumbellas.ca) Jade Markus