When indie rock starts feeling like a hallway you’ve walked

When indie rock starts feeling like a hallway you’ve walked a thousand times, I usually stop chasing “the next big band” and look for records that blur the edges a little — Cindy Lee’s ghost-radio pop, Feeble Little Horse turning noise into sugar, ML Buch making ambient folk feel weightless. The stuff that wakes me up lately isn’t trying to revive guitar music, it’s quietly mutating it.