As one of rock’s most forward-thinking bands, it’s entirely fitting that Garbage—totemic vocalist Shirley Manson, multi-instrumentalists Duke Erikson and Steve Marker and drummer Butch Vig—haven’t looked back since they reunited in 2011. Arriving over two and a half decades since their era-defining self-titled debut, 2021’s thrilling No Gods No Masters was the sound of a band in the midst of a late-career purple patch. They keep the momentum rolling on this eighth album. Where No Gods No Masters surveyed the wreckage of a world mired in chaos, Let All That We Imagine Be the Light is an album determined to muster hope and optimism. That’s not to say it still doesn’t go hard at certain points. Opener “There’s No Future in Optimism” sounds like New Order-gone-glam, “Chinese Fire Horse” is an amped-up, barbed-wire reworking of Cameo-style future-funk and there’s a curled-lip swagger to cascading electro-rock anthem “R U Happy Now”. These are songs that erupt with some of Garbage’s brightest hooks yet, an airy pop euphoria elevating the synth grooves of “Sisyphus” and “Radical”’s dreamy soundscapes. Coming together as Manson recovered from a second hip operation, with her three bandmates writing music and sending her demos, it’s a record that finds the singer in defiantly uplifting form and a reminder of what a strange and brilliant band Garbage are. They’re a group who can put together a record by working separately but still evoke the communal jubilance of a band in a room, who can craft seething anthems but summon rallying encouragement. Garbage always sound like they’re already leaning into their next move. Let All That We Imagine Be The Light is the vital sound of the four-piece putting their best foot forward.