The commanding Siouxsie continues to be a force to be reckoned with, as she both bears and bares her personal pain on this album, bringing a bittersweet weariness and frank vulnerability to her song lyrics and vocals.

Fortunately III is an aptly titled, continued sign of excellence from one of electronic techno music's prominent leaders.

This is the kind of album that will only reward as time passes; through more listens you will find that the startling music, sincere vocals and impeccable musicianship are all at a very high quality.

East of Eden is a worldly sounding album that still maintains an intimately personal feel. Affectionate, intriguing and absorbing, Bergsman’s music is of the finest variety.

Octahedron is most certainly not a wish for Top 40 stardom, but compared to past efforts by this collective, it’s probably the surest means of attracting a larger batch of casual listeners without completely rejecting the heady desires of Mars Volta obsessives.

To themselves and their fans, this is probably just another good Bats record. To newcomers, like myself, this is a great record that really deserves to be checked out.

This isn’t the same set of music each time out, no, instead it’s a sincere evolution into something that all can behold. Many would be smart to learn from this band because they’ve obviously got “it” figured out.

Remarkable for its excellence and not its originality.

The songs are catchy, well written, anthemic, and fun.

For an album that is only 36 minutes in length, Preoccupations manage to cram in a large amount of ideas, inspirations and ambitions.

A bravely uncompromising yet often richly rewarding affair all told.

Them Crooked Vultures is a wonderful introduction to this all-star band.

The worst thing you can say about On My Way is that it isn't as good as Sha Sha.

The album sounds amazing.

The tunes on this EP are raw, sharp, and catchy, and always push with some kind of propulsive rhythm--a dynamic strut of drums, guitar, and vocals, even on the calmer verse sections.

With producer Thavius Beck’s fast-paced beats and the MC’s lively rapping, the two have concocted a worthy listen.

As a unit, the group amassed some of the best music of their careers onto this singular, ‘effusively sentimental,’ career.

There aren’t any questions about the quality of Us, an album filled with exceptional music; it’s a downright excellent release.

Family is an excellent album. Le Loup hasn’t altered their original goal and purpose, instead they’ve added new collections and they’ve even improved on some of the earlier problems from their debut.

The feel of the piece is all, and its what carries the player, and the listener, through. In that respect, these records are essential listening for anyone who plays a guitar: invigorating, exciting and sometimes frustrating--but above all liberating music of the highest quality.

It is instrumental rock music that is experimental, emotional, colorful, and engaging, while skillfully blurring many musical boundaries.

The eighteen tracks and eighty minutes presented here don't hold a candle to 2008′s The Chemistry of Common Life but I truly admire the tenacity of this outfit to push on toward such a lofty venture.

Each of these tracks will peel your face off and serve as the equivalent of hooking your brain to a nuclear reactor.

The beats on The Mouse and the Mask are remarkably consistent, satisfactorily complex, and surprisingly subtle.

What Franz Ferdinand have proven is that not only do they make impressive albums but that they are capable of trying out new sounds with great skill. It’s still the same band we fell in love with, only they have incorporated more sounds into their arsenal and with songs as good as these, it’s a welcome addition.

The Incident is an incident in music that must be acknowledged.

It presents a picture of Anderson as a gifted songwriter and heartfelt singer not limited by a signature style, but who still manages to express a strong personality and distinct creative voice.

Works For Tomorrow just gets better and better with every successive--and necessarily louder--airing, to the point where it does indeed feel like another genuinely great Eleventh Dream Day long-player.