This is a big, big week for new albums. It's so big, in fact, that two of this week's releases, the Weeknd's Beauty Behind The Madness and Beach House's Depression Cherry, got Premature Evaluations and thus disqualified themselves from Album Of The Week contention. (They're both great albums, and BBTM, in particular, is one of the best things I've heard this year.) But even with those two records off the board, any potential Album Of The Week is going to face a daunting field of contenders, one that includes Destroyer and Yo La Tengo and Foals and Frog Eyes. Those albums all have their strong points, and all will have their partisans, especially Destroyer's pointed and erudite Poison Season. For my money, though, none of them can stand up to a record that might easily go unnoticed. All Dogs are a warm, welcoming, open-hearted DIY band, one whose music reflects the supportive communalism of punk scenes past but not the confrontational negation. Their album Kicking Every Day is a comforting, familiar quilt of reverbed guitars and longing voices. If you hear it in the background while you're paying attention to other things, it's perfectly possible to write off Kicking Every Day as a competent and pleasant album of home-recorded fuzz-pop and then to wonder why the fuck I'm writing about it instead of Destroyer or Yo La Tengo in this space. But if you listen closely enough, it's one of the bravest and most finely wrought albums about isolation and depression in recent memory. It's an album that can do things to you. It absolutely belongs in this column, and you should absolutely hear it.