‘Feel Life’ and ‘Steady’ resolve this darkness, both euphoric and knowing - and beautiful sonically - while ‘Blood Moon’ addresses feeling disappointed in yourself, and what you need to do to push through and make things right. ‘When We Stay Alive’ is emotionally raw, elegantly presented and at many parts a real tear-jerker. Wonderful stuff.

Amateurish, but defiantly unperturbed, this is a grave and momentous listen.

There’s plenty here to push The National’s sound forwards and stave off stagnation.

From the wonky stomp of ‘Double Denim Hop’, through the ballsy vocals of ‘Stockholm City Rock’ to the unashamedly massive riffs of recent single ‘Hollywood Actors’, frontman Tom Rees doubles down on the things that clearly make him tick.

It’s a record of personal growth in its most authentic form. It’s nice to finally hear the whole story.

At times, the record is a grower. Off the bat, the singles sell the release but other numbers require additional listens to click. Having said that, once you hear that click this record is completely blinding.

It’s an engaging listen and a jarring template that perfectly captures a disquietened and uneasy era.

These 14 tracks are so sonically rich with a multitude of textures, each listen peeling back just one measly layer; Molly’s vocal hooks and turns of phrase will remain in your brain days after the last listen.

An unpredictable but spectacular ride through pop, rock and everything in between, it’s hard not to bowled over by Urie’s efforts yet again.

A solid first LP that aims for dive bars and festival fields alike.

Musically rose-tinted, ‘Poster Girl’ is pure pop escapism.

The inevitable result is a crisper, more polished sound.

An intelligent and, most importantly, a cathartic album it allows Ghostpoet to shed his worries in the most eloquent and interesting ways.

A strong and audacious debut.

On the whole, his grief and the chaos that ensued (much of which was channelled into the infamous hedonism of his formative band) is transformed into something altogether more cathartic and inspiring. Sonically, too, it’s a record that continues to surprise.

Those looking for 24/7 simple, saccharine sun and smiles may be jarred in a few odd points; but the rest of us can enjoy the added punch and intensity that Be Slowly brings to the table.

If Temples needed to prove that they were more than talented revivalists, then Volcano should silence the doubters. Sure, you’re unlikely to find a Stormzy sample buried within its midst, but Temples’ second statement shows that innovation and notable progress can still sound classic.

They follow through with their gaudy intentions perfectly, and like an outdated sci-fi film filled with dodgy costumes and flaky green-screen, ‘Man It Feels Like Space Again’ manifests itself in bold, kitschy, and psychedelic appeal from start to finish.

It’s a smart pop record that’s doused in self-awareness but still direct in its assertiveness - and never not compelling.

In its final form, Wilsen’s debut is big and bright, melodic guitar lines sprinkled across the whole thing.

‘Good Luck’ is undoubtedly at its best when Debby is going full-pelt to evoke those early-noughties electroclash moods, but there’s barely a misplaced beat throughout.

In short, Silences is the sound of an artist grown tremendously in confidence and hitting her stride.

The follow-up, a more considered harnessing of all that raw potential, shows just what they’re capable of.

Like the heady themes on Sun Structures, Temples appear to be a group still ascending to a brighter sphere.

Young Magic borrow influences from all over the place and transform them into a sound they can proudly call their own.

Fans of Fucked Up’s more experimental efforts may be left slightly underwhelmed by Glass Boys, but for what is at heart a hardcore band, it is still a hugely ambitious and exciting record, that hits top gear almost immediately and barely shifts down until the final piano melody of its eponymous closer.

A lot of the songs are solid hits in the making.

‘I Thought I Was Better Than You’ proves a valuable insight into who Baxter Dury is.