The Swedes’ fourth LP is something else, but something profoundly exhilarating.
Rarely has such winsome music been forged from such rough materials.
Passages of thrilling unfamiliar drone-folk stand out on this alluring debut LP.
Serviceable, but Jane’s missed their chance to make a third great LP decades ago.
An album that dips its toes into folk without fully committing to any one style.
If you’re looking for a record to banish the winter, this could be it.
Eccentric Brighton band’s fourth album proper continues their unruffled progress.
Dark electronica built on glimmering vocals and mutilated bass.
A band heading towards maturity via streamlined electronic means.
Old fashioned, maybe even a little antiquated, but far from past it.
Two decades of indie-pop later, it still sounds arresting.
A period-authentic backdrop allows Liz Hunt’s sublime vocals to take centre stage.
The perfect soundtrack for a journey into America’s night.
Third album from Springsteen-influenced New Jersey (former) punks.
10cc-loving collective delivers what might be the trip of the year.
Blissfully at odds with the compression-heavy world of modern rock.
200 years of lyrical and musical history, washing beautifully by.
The duo’s updating of stirring folk tales is eminently modern.
A glowing whole transcendent of any one person’s vision.
They appear to have worked out how to finish things on a high.
To the right person, Barn Nova will be a truly haunting piece of work.
A gateway into another headspace, one aglow with uncertain magic.
The continuation of a formula that has served the twins well to date.
Hard to really get excited about, but very easy to enjoy.
A disappointment compared to recent-past LPs, but evidently fun to make.
A far artier, more abrasive prospect than the totemic Fade Into You suggests.
It’s huge and it’s beautiful, and no less natural than the tide.
Casablancas is a gem of a songwriter.
Far and away the Chicago band’s most affecting record to date.
Charts its maker’s journey from narcotic confusion to lovely sobriety.
Disengage brain, enjoy riffs, try not to forget girlfriend’s name.
The artisan level of songcraft poured in is quite staggering.
When it soars, it reaches the stars.
It’s great to hear these troubled souls finally having a blast.
Even if done deliberately, an uneven record is still an uneven record.
Rockin' uncle Johnny leads The Cribs from punk adolescence to pop adulthood.
