What could be an unholy mess is held together by tight production, hypnotic grooves and some undeniably catchy tunes.

An honorable effort in what they do best.

While it might not possess the anodyne lyrics of generic chart mush, the similarities are disturbingly discernible. Thankfully, such moments are in the minority.

By releasing a debut with such honesty at its core Lianne will find a nation falling in love with her.

Pure pop is an unforgiving master and a slight dip in quality results in the flaccid 'Patient' sounding like a blighted Go West off-cut. Fitfully good.

Both essential and influential, get these tracks loaded into your spastic dance moves.

Enthusiasts will salivate over another uncovering of tainted treasure.

Congreave, has selected with more ambition than his curatorial Tapes predecessors.

Surprising and satisfying, we'll even try to forgive the spoken word interlude.

These twelve abstract and minimal tracks rather act as perfect soundscapes to accompany your dreams and introspections.

A dazzling mix of shoegaze, lo-fi psychedelia and fuzzy, mid-period Sonic Youth.

Arrowing down to depths that the naked ear cannot make out, Phon.O can lift you.

Playful and emotional if a touch polite, it's marked by moments of genuine greatness.

This record sounds like every catchy guitar song you've ever heard.

Remastered and supplemented it has received a contemporary injection and doesn't feel out of place in today's scene with that Mould influence shining through.

Lorn builds winning improvements on an already victorious formula of boom-bap nightmares gone crypt walking.

A peerless left-field masterpiece.

With both music and curation straying into increasingly beguiling territories The Lost Tapes is as delightful as it is overwhelming.

An intense, heady listen nudging the continuum that little bit further.

With a voice that creaks like well-loved furniture and lyrics telling tales of the lives and losses of others, this album represents a career highpoint.

This LP has a distinct retro feel to it, with elements of blues, psychedelia and an earthiness that results in the band's best album of the year so far.

Unfortunately, other than aiding nostalgia, there's not much else nice to say about The National Health.

["Night and Day" and "Flutes"] are glimmers of liveliness on an otherwise decedent record.

This is pretty simple club music solely about the 'now' of dancing. And that can only be a good thing.

An album that's completely beguiling.

This is a clear transition from her work with brother Angus, allowing her individual expression, resulting in a work of true depth and emotion.

Twelve years after their formation, the East Coast five-piece have created their finest album to date.

This is their most mysterious and rewarding album yet.