A smart, retronic record for anyone who wanted The King of Limbs to be more sing-along.
Mariachi, C&W, gospel, psych rock, blues and soul dazzlingly mashed together.
The chamber-rock/folk Londoners’ latest LP lacks life, passion and imagination.
A ghost story collection that grows goose-bumps in the night.
A debut of MGMT-like magic to leave you pumped up for more.
A record of big sounds, bigger themes and enormous ambitions.
Kane’s solo debut could have been unearthed from Joe Meek’s basement.
The pop album of the year, by at least a dozen choruses.
The Leeds band’s third album finds them treading water.
A catchy US hit that’s not afraid to offend mainstream sensibilities.
Ambition gels with ability and strengths, producing magic results.
A mainstream marshmallow with an acidic coating worth a lick.
The Heads’ coming of age still makes near perfect sense.
The sweet and spellbinding performer releases a colourful audio-visual package.
Reconnects with and rejuvenates a classic strand of the 80s revival.
This is the Kings graciously accepting their ceremonial mainstream robes.
Damon Gough has become the epitome of new folk conformity.
Ex-Razorlight drummer shows that talent can lurk behind the hi-hat.
The Australians have turned out to be this generation’s Meh Meh Mehs.
They’ve lost none of their melodic punch since Girl From Mars fell to Earth.
Deez tackles traditional geek concerns but with a darkly comic bent.
A collection of monumental music to truly cherish.
The scope and depth of Plastic Beach is staggering.
Music from the Dalston basement club at the end of the universe.
30 minutes of ardent indie crackle worthy of no few plaudits.
