Blue Rodeo - Are You ReadyTwenty years. Ten albums. Blue Rodeo’s recordings are as constant—and comforting—as the changing seasons. The group’s latest marks a return to its acoustic roots, after the soul-inflected Palace of Gold. Standout tracks include Jim Cuddy’s sweet ode to his wife, “Rena,” Greg Keelor’s confessional “Stuck on You” and the chiming Diamond Mine-era discovery “Beverley Street.” Most surprising is Keelor’s haunting folksong “Paedra’s Meadow,” featuring the Celtic pipes and flute of The Chieftains’ Paddy Moloney.

Paul Anka - Rock SwingsSid Vicious once butchered Anka’s “My Way.” Now, Canada’s original crooner—godfather to Michael Bublé and Matt Dusk—swings back at the rock repertoire. Giving middle-of-the-road songs like Van Halen’s “Jump” and Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life” (which references “My Way”) the Las Vegas lounge treatment is not a huge stretch, but Anka’s peppy, finger-snapping versions of Oasis’ “Wonderwall” and Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” are surprisingly effective. Grunge swings? If only Kurt Cobain knew.

A Northern Chorus - Bitter Hands ResignAs a blue-collar burg, Hamilton, Ont. is best known for hard rock and boogie bands. A Northern Chorus could bring Steeltown a gentler sonic reputation. Led by singer-guitarist Stu Livingstone and featuring cellist Alex McMaster, the sextet crafts dreamy chamber pop. At times, the poetry is precious and the group’s atmospheric, experimental soundscapes too reminiscent of Sigur Rós and Radiohead. But when Livingstone sings “winterize the scenes that leave you numb,” his woolen toque seems to fit just perfectly.

Daisy DeBolt - Lovers & FantasiesAn unsung heroine of Canadian music, DeBolt is a one-of-a-kind artist who has never shied from creative risks. From her folk duo Fraser & DeBolt in the early ’70s to her polka, gospel, blues and jazz albums, she’s stuck to her singular, eccentric vision. Her latest features songs co-written with Michael Ondaatje (“Midnight Highway,” “Joe Christmas”), a stunning “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and a chilling ode to her mother that she recorded in a swamp—with only crickets and her mandolin for accompaniment.