Garbage

Perhaps a near-miss breakup is exactly what Garbage needed. Bleed Like Me plays like a distillation of the group’s strengths: The riffs arrive skillet-fried and huge, and the ballads burn with a soulfulness that sounds like the best Motown covers the Runaways never did. “Bad Boyfriend” has a mudslide density to the guitar slabs that Shirley Manson barely manages to snake her trademark snarl through. Although Garbage has always been a wily borrower, even the lacy violins that weave throughout the dance blast of “Metal Heart” sound wholly owned. Fans will be more than sated by a record that sounds like a best of, and haters should relent and enjoy the ballsy bloodletting.