A peculiar but pitch perfect partnership.

The familiar sparse, shrugging guitar touches return, sounding no less beguiling than they did three years ago, but the craft has improved. Where 'xx' traded on a certain naïve charm, 'Coexist' is a meticulously controlled aural environment.

This sophomore release is a brave and stunning progression that now solidifies the statement that this group can grow past 2011 without going stale.

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.

'Algiers' is a Calexico album unlike any other. More forceful, immediate and polished, whilst still possessing the bewitching musical interplays of old.

A bit of editing and self-control, and this could have been one of the albums of the year.

Rebirth is completely captivating.

Overall it's a robust, respectable detour but will leave some fans pining for the smoky chanteuse of old.

Everyone involved on this slab of hertz has brought far too much to the table over the years to dismiss this and the record really works.

Plunge through this piece of technical mastery and don't forget to take your shoes off.

This combination of sounds and personalities diagnoses the band and album number four with bi-polar disorder. Let's pray they never recover.

It's a bold and stark opus worthy of attention, if your attention span is long enough.

While this may not be as perfectly realised as "Black City," it's still a beautiful, complex, weird and bold album.

It's unfathomably exciting stuff.

It's a strong and accomplished debut, and Jessie Ware has provided the missing link between SBTRKT and Sade. Whether you think that's a good thing is your call.

Melodies that burrow under your skin and up-to-the-minute production make Tracer a record to savour.

[Fragrant World] is a further evolution of the band's interests in Eighties electro and contemporary R&B.

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

They're still settling in at the start line, prescribing rose-tinted glasses that could very well divide listeners.

Regional Surrealism is an antidote to a busy life, and the arresting portal into a strange man's mind.

The withdrawals into ambient cusps test something of a pleasure-pain theory, and to Shed's credit the bombshells rarely follow the same pattern - a four-by-four here, a hop and skip there, seeing him scooping up arenas with a tremendously powerful iron fist.

Raw Money Raps is an exciting audible adventure into progressive hip-hop.

At times grainy and abrasive it's also mischievous, melodic and, ultimately, absolutely adorable.

Guaranteed to make you cry sugar-coated tears or vomit Care Bears depending on your tastes.

It's a captivating mix of material, yet hangs together well and has a surprisingly easy flow.

It makes for a stark--often chilling, often exhilarating--collection of music that spans the genre(s), from the well-known to the esoteric, the accessible to the impenetrable.

Armed with some equally intriguing sleeve notes, This Ain't Chicago is more than just a collection; it's a journey.

Channel Orange demands to be listened to in a single sitting.