Annie Clark (a.k.a. St. Vincent) is the closest thing this generation has to a David Bowie. Like her art-rock forebear, this New York-based singer/songwriter has the capacity to be experimental, yet oddly accessible: you can hum along to the music, but there’s plenty of weirdness to keep you on your toes. Whether it’s her warped guitar riffing or sweet soprano juxtaposed with dark lyrics, there’s a lot to dig into on her third studio album. (Key tracks: “Cheerleader”, “Year of the Tiger and “Cruel”.) Easily one of the most creative recordings I’ve heard all year, I’m still compelled to gush about it more than a month after its release.