A bewitching, and surprisingly diverse debut, it looks like Jillian Banks more than lives up to the hype.

At Best Cuckold is so highly polished that it feels a little lacking in the kind of blindsided naivety that comes hand in hand with romance.

One blast of The Physical World and BANG, the doubt is gone.

TOPS are a rare band that have an covalent bonding chemistry with one another, and the results are a bright, sparkling album that continues their legacy as some of the best revivalists around.

These are pretty, sweet, gorgeously simple songs, some not fully formed, which have come, been and gone.

For every moment which drifts slightly, there is another where they toss the superfluous and it all returns to tremendous, streamlined pop.

Wicked Nature goes on for much too long, leaving it just as forgettable as the rest.

It’s lighthearted and radio-ready and fun while being marginally original about it, and that’s okay.

Reaching further and further afield from their early experimental niche sound, Pulled Apart By Horses are now more accessible than ever.

As an album it’s guilty of being simply too cold and distancing to be able to connect to.

Originality may not abound but Green Language still remains an undeniably fun record to sink your teeth into.

Picking favourites out of Segall’s catalogue is purely a matter of taste but Manipulator settles right in with his finest work, and will serve as an excellent entry point for newcomers to the weird world of Ty Segall.

An album that rarely dips below being immensely enjoyable.

On paper, Junto (Spanish for ‘together’) should make for an eclectic, flag-waving affair--but sadly many of its disparate parts blissfully miss the mark.

Even with a debut album, their ascent has been so steep the opening salvo feels like a premature greatest hits.

Mixed, fidgety, but rewarding.

It’s already been a long journey for this band, but it feels like they’re only just beginning to take the right track.

At once fragile and boisterous, screaming and wailing, kicking at walls then curled up against them, Annabel Dream Reader is far more accomplished than a debut should be.

At their core, Cymbals Eat Guitars is still the same band as before--just bigger and bolder, more sharpened and focused. And they’re better for it.

While diverse in places and interesting at its best, Albumin is disappointingly underpinned by the singular drone of fairly dull, generic rock.

It can’t match the drive and power of his electric projects by its very nature, so it may well remain a release for the hardcore fans.

What you’re left with is near 40 minutes of slow and sweaty seduction executed exquisitely by weeping guitar.

Though Electric Würms may not be breaking boundaries any time soon, they’re doing this on their watch and no one else’s.

Often doesn’t even sound like a record at all, and more like a live set.

Perhaps most impressively, is the record’s consistent hooks.

hat this soundtrack does most though is demonstrate the versatility of the duo, proving there is far more to Summer Camp than just sunshine and lollipops.

Preternaturals is graceful and intriguing, if not vastly pulse quickening.

That’s not to say that Get Hurt isn’t a good album, with some excellent songs on it. But, if you’re looking for more of the blue collar punk of the band’s early years, you might initially be underwhelmed by what it has to offer.