A synth heavy, angst ridden, paranoia-fuelled musical monolith filled with catchy hooks, heavy drums and nods of the cap towards Dubstep.

[Here shows] a true progression without losing any of the magic that made their first album such a breath of fresh air. Simply superb.

An album of huge promise rather than an instant classic - 2:54's time will come.

Young, yet somehow void of naivety. Vibrant, yet artistically matured.

The only maturity in their sound is towards a more ambient quarter. Elevator music not quite, but rising out of the background might be an issue.

Here Come The Bombs' is fresh and stylish and marks Coombes' finest work in over a decade. A triumph.

Plods along with an overproduced pompousness that falls somewhere between boring and annoying.

The hallmarks of Simian Mobile Disco are present - huge beats and house loops take centre-stage - but many of the tracks just feel like they're missing a vital component.

Most of these tunes are neither dog turd nor diamond. They're decent-ish disco-punk stompers sold by the vocal.

Bloom oozes simplicity, honesty and contentness. It will be a welcome sound of summer for 'Teen Dream' fans, but don't expect anything too radical.

[Loveless] not only stands the test of time, but transcends it. Songs like 'When You Sleep' sound as inventive now and would outshine much of the crop of young pretenders... Remains an archetypal classic.

The maker and breaker of neon daisy chains, 'Galaxy Garden' is a fantasia that's as lush as a chain of soap shops.

An unconventional masterpiece.

It all feels a little weary and, whilst there's clear commitment and execution, the material suddenly sounds oh so dated.

Overblown yet elegant and intimate, this is a bold undertaking; arcane, abstract, absolutely remarkable.

It's about as modern an electronic record as you can get. It's pretty much safe to say that 'Memory' won't be fading for a while.

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

'Electra heart' is an ingloriously languid statement of Marina's demise, the final stamp of disapproval on her flailing excuse of a musical career.

Simply a superb collection of beautifully captured moments and suggests that Mystery Jets are going to be making great music for a very long time.

This record is an exploration into the synergy of reengineering technology and humanity. Let yourself be taken on the journey.

Ways To Forget is a bar-raiser--an album of intelligent synth-pop bubbling with humanity.

Undeniably beautiful. Aloof, abstract and elegant, it melds ambient expanse with pop form to idyllic, if unassuming effect.

Good, but for completists.

A surprisingly effective 21st century take on the Seventies singer-songwriter album, with tight band performances from the likes of the Dap-Kings and sympathetic production from the king of the trumpets.

'R.I.P.' is both an update on the bass explorations of restless Britain and perhaps a timeless thesaurus of blistered tones and ideas that younger producers will beg, borrow and steal from for years to come.

Driven by demons and fired by fury, 'Blunderbuss' is a turbulent insight into one man's wrath - but it rocks. Hard.

It's hyper real hip-hop made just in time for the end of the world.

Its relentless energy is utterly addictive.