It's so well constructed as pop music the only thing you can really say is that there's not much diversity.

Dead & Born & Grown is a record perfect for those long dark winter nights, an emotionally rich collection of songs that deserves to put Watford firmly on the musical map.

Ultimately, These Walls Of Mine is too incoherent and disparate in style to merit any amount of satisfaction.

This is an album to intently listen to every single line and every single syllable. There is a strange kind of hope and joy to the album's warmest moments that belie the, at times, dark themes.

It's easy to see from this record just why Hugo Manuel is in such demand and his debut, as Chad Valley will provide a significant springboard to ever more exciting climbs.

There are enough fragments of warped interference to ensure this is a worthy collaboration albeit one which doesn't entirely muscle up to the canon of its individual progenitors.

While it may be an album with a fairly prescribed pattern, it's one that is done so well and embellished so cutely, that it leaves you feeling an enormous sense of contentment.

Medicine is an album that baffles just as much as it thrills.

They use a quiet/loud formula to epic create drone-filled symphonies, which rumble, crackle and erupt perfectly.

Lonerism is an absolutely amazing and inspiring record.

With Koi No Yokan the band have not only delivered on their promises, but exceeded them so, whilst remaining one of the most engaging but remarkable heavy bands of our times.

Our House on the Hill' is at least a welcome addition to their lexicon; its 50s-tinged 'woah-oh' backing vocals and neo-retro chord changes just wistful enough.

There's a bewitching quality to it which suggests Clinic actually only exist in some form of musical vacuum. And right now, that sounds like a most spellbinding place to be.

If we're honest, it doesn't start well, 'Be My Girl' is easily one of the worst tracks on here. But things do pick up.

While there certainly are some massive tunes in here, there are too many other instances that make you wonder what might have been.

The echoic wisps and nebulous smoke clouds from their first album have been significantly dialled-back, resulting in a more taut, wiry sound that feels both more focussed and more sinister.

'Look To The Sky' sees him returning to the spotlight with an album that only fleetingly hints at his past glories.

Sophisticated yet uncomplicated, misty yet vibrant, luxurious yet disquieting, 'Melody's Echo Chamber' is a lovely record full of dualities.

It is a fine album. Pointed without being preachy, cerebral without being inaccessible and never anything less than thrilling.

Even if you weren't a fan of their last couple [of albums], there's definitely going to be something for you here. As soon as the synth kicks in for opener 'The Theory Of Relativity', you know you're in for a treat.

Sonnymoon have taken all that we know of our earthly pop, and reconstructed them through the eyes of an alien, and as their first official attempt, it's a pretty good one.

A unique record that puts a contemporary spin on an era that modern music forgot.

Unsurprisingly, this collection does sometimes border on becoming stale; 10-30 second fillers appear somewhat pointlessly bookended between certain tracks. But, more often than not, Friedberger does spice things up.

Thrifty, perhaps--hey, these are austere times!--but Errors' evocation of eighties pop, tricked out with post-rock structures, is fresh and exciting.

Whilst it's a shame we've had to wait the best part of a decade for this collection of songs there is rejoicing in the fact these have been released to the musical world. There is little that will trouble MTV playlist compilers but much to satisfy soul-deprived purists.

[Shut Down the Streets is] a truly mature and well-rounded work, with a complete lack of pretension, and a lot of warmth and heart.

You can't help have a smile on your face when you listen to the excellent harmonious vocals of 'Sore Tummy', featuring Alice Costelloe, or the hilarious lyrics of the riff-tastic 'Pony'.

GEM is nothing short of spellbinding.