We grade the albums and singles from this week

By Kyle Anderson and Ray Rahman
February 15, 2013 at 05:00 AM EST


Prince ”Breakfast Can Wait”
Under normal circumstances, a diminutive fiftysomething man sexualizing hotcakes would end morning appetites forever. But when it comes to Prince, nothing is normal, and despite some strange chipmunk-esque vocal effects, he sells his wake-up pillow talk with a funk groove creamier than grits and gravy. B+Kyle Anderson

Gibby Haynes feat. Jack White ”Paul’s Not Home”
With White’s assistance on garage-scuzz guitar, the erstwhile Butthole Surfers frontman genuflects at the gutter-punk altar with this yelping, jubilantly raw cover of an extended gag by New Jersey hardcore kings Adrenalin O.D. A-Kyle Anderson

Justin Timberlake ”Mirrors”
Boasting a cascade of ’80s-prom synths, an outer-space beat, and JT’s boudoir-ready croon, this roomy jam from the imminent 20/20 Experience grabs you by the lapels of your suit-and-tie and refuses to let go for a mesmerizing eight minutes. A-Ray Rahman

Taylor Swift ”22”
Lately it seems like every night is the perfect time for Swift and her pals to ”dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes.” But if you can’t score an invite to one of T-Swizzle’s slumber parties, this propulsive, Max Martin-produced bed-jumper of a song is the next best thing. B+Ray Rahman


Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Push the Sky Away
The peak of Cave’s 15th album with the Bad Seeds is a multidimensional walkabout through sonic shadows and fog called ”Higgs Boson Blues,” which features references to both Miley Cyrus and Robert Johnson. That’s Cave’s crossroads: the hair-raising point at which pop sugar gets gleefully poisoned by demon blues. AKyle Anderson

Iceage, You’re Nothing
When the Danish gang of four stormed the scene with 2011’s blistering New Brigade, they were just teenagers, but an army of never-giving-up-my-black-Converse grown-ups were still willing to take their marching orders. The band’s second exercise in the dark arts bulks up their sound without losing its ascetic ferocity, pummeling adjacent skinny-jeans genres (punk, hardcore, goth, noise, etc.) into one formidable whole. B+Ray Rahman