Twilight techno at its most haunted.

The brazen flows of Dagenham spitter, Devlin, shown on this outing don’t quite translate to the forced templates they lay on, meaning that the formula needs working.

We Will Not Harm You operates much like a London Sunday market in its vibrant, assorted survey of the electronic melting pot

Catchy melodies abound in an eclectic, engaging effort.

Their newest newscast is a record that simultaneously could take you anywhere, yet doesn’t really go anywhere at all; its strength is just being there.

The Portland-based psych-rock outfit’s second album is an absolute triumph.

The production may be a little smoother but Pedestrian Verse just seems to prove how lasting, how devastating Frightened Rabbit can be.

Everett has fought his well-documented trails and tribulations tooth and nail, and this gritty but ultimately joyous album stands as testament to that.

There are echoes of Duran Duran, ABC and more here, but thankfully without the horribly cheap and nasty production values.

Neither offensive nor inventive this album is a bit like a bag of Rainbow Drops; thrillingly pretty but ultimately full of air.

An interesting experiment.

[An] offensively dull record.

While not breaking new sonic ground, the broad brush strokes of nostalgia rarely wilt.

The album wears a multitude of influences on its sleeve, containing elements of hip-hop, house, disco and funk, but ultimately there is a distinct lack of variation amongst the thirteen tracks.

{Awayland} is just brilliant.

Everything about this album is bigger than what has gone before and reveals an energised band with a real belief in what they're doing. Quite right too.

This isn't a record to dip into, but an absorbing, cerebral and often funky trip.

It is the sound of a band working out what they are good at and turning the quality control up to eleven.

Fade finds YLT at their most wistfully contemplative; a thought only softened by the paradox that this might just be one of their best yet.

A beautiful diversion then, rather than an eye-opening reboot or soul-stirring call to arms.

PJ Geissinger boosts his refinement, despite not being a slave to technicality, with no surrendering of dancefloor rawness.

The music on 'Wax And Glue' shows potential, but the overall idea of the record is just too cluttered.

At times the effects are superb.... However, there are wobbles with the quality control.

Grace/Confusion sees Hawk get back on track, by remembering what worked in the first place.

The spaces in-between are almost as important as the notes themselves on a headphone album with which to brave the winter.

An exhausting and thoroughly absorbing set.... It is a record that everybody should own. Meticulous, majestic, momentous.

Cells brings a sense of immediacy and creativity to a genre long neglected by the mainstream dubstep epidemic.

Whilst openly influenced by the past, an album that bears the capacity to pioneer into the future--eloquent and elegant.