Album

Zbigniew Preisner (there's one for the Scrabble match) is Poland's film music god, having scored Kieslowski's Three Colours and Dekalog. His work here for the overblown, befuddled Thomas Vinterberg turkey is tastefully shimmery, and strident only when necessary. Perhaps he could lease it out to an infinitely superior movie, which shouldn't be hard to find. Among Vinterberg's hilarious sleevenotes is a ludicrous boast: "It's all in the film... including an excellent song I wrote. It is in Latin, and just as there are seven days, there are seven words in the song.

Genius signs off with his first duets album alongside Elton, Norah Jones et al

Long Island punk-funk revivalists'third LP

Florida's rock'n'roll Zelig steps out of the shadows

NY free-rockers in Scandi scream-up

The Philly kings of blue-eyed soul attain megastardom

Jaz Coleman's (not so) merry men short-changed by another piecemeal compilation

Intense, peak-period live set featuring two previously undiscovered Nyro songs

Faithfully rendered psych-pop, 14 years after the event

Latest soppy Kate Hudson vehicle— you have to wonder what her Black Crowes hubby makes of it all— features an eclectic pop selection, with a few little smashers more by accident than design. Devo's "Whip It" and Liz Phair's "Extraordinary" are about as daring as it gets, while there are decent if overtly radio-friendly offerings from John Hiatt and Joan Osborne, plus the resurrected Simon & Garfunkel's too-cute-to-shoot "At The Zoo".