While the music loses nothing in its thrilling Afro-electro rhythms and horn flecked grooves, this time it’s delivered with an increased universality as Ibibio Sound System broaden out their lyrical approach to be more direct and questioning, addressing their own community as well as the world at large.

There’s nothing inherently bad, but the whole venture feels akin to buying a Lamborghini and then driving it in a way that will maximise fuel efficiency.

‘Fate & Alcohol’ is also the closest they have ever come to perfecting their own sound.

It doesn’t burn out so much as creep up and these songs offer yet another new guise for a remarkable talent.

Taking pleasure in the observations of daily life, ‘ilp’ comes bathed in highly saturated colours and rich textures.

In Mind, for all its charms and willingness to explore, mostly opts to bask in the lingering afterglow of Real Estate’s first truly outstanding record.

For such a young talent, his lyrics are strong, but give him a few more years of life experience and they could be in a different league.

The only real criticism of Ceremonials is that this album is completely, relentlessly, Florence. Her fans will lap it up, while those who aren't keen on her will probably remain unconvinced.

When they're good, they are glorious and their enthusiasm is infectious, this band thrive when live but perhaps there's a little too much padding filling the, er, void.

The result is an LP that displays an encyclopaedic knowledge and understanding of its references, without being reduced to mere reference.

The stabilisers are off for global fusion; the first ride could have been a lot worse.

Many Moons is more than a mere side-project, and a solid debut album for any season.

Undeniably there's little here that will surprise fans, but there is certainly plenty to be enchanted by.

Despite a disappointing and fatigue inducing third act, standout tracks such as ‘Careful’, ‘Big Things’ and ‘Step Ahead’ reveal a level of innovation beyond mere nostalgia.

Righton paints the perfect picture of his inner thoughts as he embarks on a cinematic journey with poignant lyricism, exquisite production and charismatically seductive soundscapes reminiscent of Roxy Music.

‘Apocalypse Love’ is a primal cry, a maniacal love letter to their sonic anarchy and the unpredictability of the world we live in. It’s a discordant record, swerving through genres and emotions at breakneck speed, but that’s what the Black Lips are all about.

‘Bad Cameo’ rightly shines light on the craft, a soothing, extremely subtle song cycle that needs time for its labyrinth to be solved.

The result is an album soaked in nostalgia and melancholy but retains the razor-sharp edge that make shame so brilliant.

These 10 tracks continually buckle under the weight of Flowers' torrid lyrics, mind-numbing cliches, and woefully derivative song structures.

Take it as deep dance for when there aren't enough hours in the day.

Despite the still occasionally underdeveloped, teenage diary-like lyrics, there are glimpses of more comedic moments amongst the angst.

Centepede Hz is somehow both futuristically innovative and welcomingly accessible. Amid the obscurantism caused by white noise and radio interference are strong choruses likely to get any form of life dancing.

These are mostly decent songs but the lyrical landscape feels wearily well-trodden and it’s hard not to just want a bit more from an artist with the freedom to risk anything.

Not every song is as enjoyable as it is intriguing, with moments of too many detours and not enough destinations. However, while ‘The Twits’ feels imperfect, intentionally so, it also feels like the final cliffhanger before a chapter ends in a thrilling novel.

Where Bodega do succeed is in serving up an entertaining, intellectual and heartfelt riposte to the broken systems that have engulfed our culture, albeit in a slightly less successful fashion than before.

It is a bewitching, beautiful album, with no two songs alike.

Whilst this LP doesn’t break any new grounds or shatter any glass ceilings, it does bring is a beautiful blend of house, electro-pop and funk, culminating to astoundingly enjoyable heights and sparkly moments that would make even the biggest metal-music-elitist bright-eyed and giddy.

It's a record which feels like a grower but never manages to click.