Of all the bands that were associated with the burst of New York music in the early 2000s, Liars will forever be the one that was too willfully bizarre to reach the popular heights of its contemporaries. And while we still love The Strokes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Rapture et al, these dudes hold a special place in a totally different part of our hearts, and it is weirdly the part that loves New York the most. Liars were never really meant to mean anything to people in Idaho, even if they did eventually. And even after they left, we only appreciated them more for going to Berlin, which feels like a version of our city with more leather bars and Cold War architecture. Their new album, Sisterworld (March 8th, Mute), is raw as hell and in no way attempts to ingratiate the band to people who spend money on music to chill to. This is very much anti-chill music, unless you are really really insane, in which case it is probably soothing. As a bonus, Andy Bruntel's video for the first song on the album, is what Lost should have been, a story about a bunch of people stranded at sea being attacked by rocks for absolutely no reason. We're sorry for not posting it sooner.