The story of Icarus is one of tragedy, but there’s only signs of success within this offering as ZAYN begins the journey to realising his full potential.

Megadoze is a singular and esoteric collection of songs. It works equally well when played at an obscene volume to people giddy with excitement or when you are mooching about town and want to get lost in something to take you mind of the mundanity of urban living, or for that quiet and reflective cup of tea when you get in after a big night out.

Lennox updates that balance struck between squelchy abstraction and clarity, which is--in the main--an immersive experience.

With echoes of everything from PIXIES to Declan McKenna, what Lang lacks in refinement he makes up for in a very obvious encylopedic knowledge of guitar music. His ambition and obsession with producing more cosmic chords will, with no doubt, make his second full-length a more radical, enjoyable listen.

Finessed and unified, ‘Enigmatic Society’ is magnificent, a micro-masterpiece that refuses to be pigeonholed. Free-thinking yet direct, it’s a salute to collaborative art, and the geniuses behind it.

A record with a message that is so authentically her that almost has no other way but to convey a bright but somewhat melancholic future.

Some of the punkier elements of old are fighting with the grandeur aims of the future. At a time when a new generation of artists is doing inventive things to revitalise guitar music once more, two minutes of snot-nosed punk riffs don’t hold the same sway they once did.

It’s a wonderful record, one to wrestle with, one that lingers at odd moments of the day and night. Allow it to seek you out.

With echoes of Lou Reed in many of the tracks, including ‘What Makes Him Act So Bad’ and ‘Cigarette Burns Forever’, and faint hints of Green’s previous work with the Peaches in others - ‘Oh Shucks’ - ‘Minor Love’ sees Green marry his roots with the new directions he’s taking, and comparison to the tape recorder fodder of old isn’t so hard make anymore.

The feel is consistently of an eerie twilight, perched high above a near-future city.

It’s the sound of ‘60s experimentation smashed stunningly into the present day.

By reshaping the packaging of her thoughts and anxieties, West hasn’t swapped her lyrics for carefree, blissed-out pop anthems about a wonderful life. ‘Heaven 2’ and its outlier single ‘Arrow’, along with its music video, show that even under high-energy pop rhythms, you can still find yourself dancing alone in a parking lot at night.

While Indigo is no groundbreaker, it’s exciting for an album with so much nostalgia to sound as fresh and pristine as this.

An emphatic show of force that frequently taps into outright brilliance. As an album it's not without fault, but as a cultural event it's largely without peer.

[The album] adds - for the most part - a more expansive dimension to their sound.

Taught and lean, bold and mean, Blood Red Shoes are fighting fit and Fire Like This might just be their knock-out punch.

Still confused but back on form, The Streets' final album (Skinner wants to make a film) sees a return to garage beats and square-eyed observations from a life staring at pixels on screens.

Listened to while watching Georges Méliès suitably trippy sci-fi spectacle, it makes for a brief, but enchanting, experience.

Interiors is an expansive, fiercely intelligent investigative work.

His best work since 'Black Holes In The Sand'.

Dark Eyes suggests they have the potential to be massive, if they can just work that out.

The main problem with this is that her voice is too wispy to hold its own versus the maximalist rave-pop of the day.... On top of this, Delirium just hasn't got the songs.

Intense and claustrophobic, it's a surprisingly revelatory record that captures the highs and lows of human experience and existence.

Luckily the album is the group's strongest and most enjoyable album to date. ... There are moments however when things quite work as well as on their previous albums, but these are the moments that are the most interesting and exciting.

The first half of the LP is phenomenal.... Despite some scorching vocal interplay, there’s a noticeable drop in quality on later tracks.

Taking his muse from the voyeuristic photographs of Man Ray, each note drips with sex and death.

It's a solid and honourable return for a singer who has rarely disappointed.

With more attention paid to plucked triads and syncopation than packing any sort of resolute punch, This Is All Yours just can’t see the wood for the trees.