Struggles to strike the right balance between street cred and pop appeal.
Loutish, drugs-fuelled fare from presently two-dimensional LA punks.
The Nottingham quintet’s debut offers little to stand out in a crowded nu-folk market.
A solid debut, but offering little to justify its makers’ ‘innovative’ reputation.
Hits like a spring-mounted boxing glove to your peripheral vision.
A movie-length fourth LP from the Oregon outfit, and little short of breathtaking.
Sacremento singer's second album sounds disappointingly at home as background listening.
The duo discovers depth in the often two-dimensional world of garage revivalism.
A comfortable masterclass from a songwriter in complete command of his aesthetic.
Something of an experimental misfire from the Norwegian producer.
A post-breakup record that mostly makes do with sounding foxy as hell.
If only all bands had the guts and honesty of The Maccabees.
Another fine release from Marling, lyrically dark and sophisticated of sound.
Chillwave comes to Oxford on this EP-sized slice of Polaroid pop.
TVOTR are firmly in the grip of a middle age that doesn’t particularly suit them.
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A triumphant second LP after so little plain sailing between albums.
Young Cleveland artist reveals a debut moulded in the power-pop tradition.
A third album which stops short of revealing the man behind the mouse.
An indispensible portrait of an artist at the top of his game.
Tom Jenkinson’s ‘with band’ album certainly has its endearingly eccentric moments.
An engagingly leftfield take on the great man’s output.
San Francisco duo channels Cocteau Twins and MBV on their promising debut.
Former Pipette’s solo debut is a beguiling portrait of an artist unbound.
Australians’ debut displays an intuitive feel for psychedelia’s insurgent streak.
Expect to come away from The Terror of Cosmic Loneliness nursing a very sore head indeed.
A splendid solo adventure from the multi-monikered OutKast rapper.
Foals’ second album discovers the missing Z, the heart, to their rigorous X and Y axes.
The bar’s been raised, Jack White and company adding funk to their gumbo of influences.
Coconut’s acid-fried eclecticism lacks the brutish vigour of its predecessor.
A sound consciously rendered in refracted sunset oranges and yellows.
A mostly winning debut that should see them go on to fine things indeed.
A head-turning comeback 35 years after their last studio LP.
