The ghosts in Monolake's latest creation are more subtle -- bubbling, evasive presences that unsettle the equilibrium of each track without derailing it.

[Space Homestead] is another in a long line of seductive drift-songs from this most wise, peripatetic and yet enigmatic duo.

The most disarming thing El-P's got going for him is his ability to sound like he's broadcasting from an impossible future even while he's standing right next to you in the present.

This is brink-of-apocalypse dubstep, wringing your guts with its internal tension rather than banging you over the head - without being didactic.

Macaroni is an album that deserves to be heard.

Despite the added breadth, Porras still sticks to the bare necessities to get his point across, making for guitar passages that meditate on every ringing note and hazy chord.

The tracks that are built on longer samples and vocals are more involving.

Sandwiched between two of the most towering works of its kind, Greenwood's massed strings can't help but transmit a tad cheeky.

These aren't songs simply notable for their attitude or irreverence--they're a fine collection of songs, period.

Thoroughly satisfying in sum, Hart and crew still succeed in leaving the listener desirous of more.

Urban Turban is consolidation for Cornershop, pulling together old and new tracks and showing as many hands as they can.

Castlemusic is short, at 31 minutes, but diverse enough to suggest real potential.

If you like dub techno - and who among us with a taste for dissociated, repetitive, awesomely deep and gritty music wouldn't? - you're bound to like a lot of this stuff, and love some of it.

Lovely as it is, Bloom makes no big departures and takes no risks. If you wanted Teen Dream all over again, and god knows there are plenty of people who do, this is your record.

Like most things that result from improvisation, it doesn't always sound as new as it thinks it does, but the reggae stalwarts' freshness is timeless.

Gedge's wryly stilted voice and clever turns of hook are still on display, but without the frantic guitar of Pete Solowka from the group's early lineup, the songs are a bit too slow and heavy.

The breadth of imagination, experimentation and diversity on display across these four sides of vinyl is nearly unparalleled in modern non-compositional music... With this record, Dilloway secures his place as one of the great solo figures of modern noise.

Regardless of the art-school pretentions offered up-front, Yamantaka // Sonic Titan deliver the goods.

This album doesn't reinvent the sound, nor does it subvert it--but on its own modest terms, it provides a concentrated dose of smart, verbose pop.

Pretty Ugly is neither very pretty nor particularly ugly, rather a lumpen, unengaging mess.

Da Mind of Traxman marries the soul of the past with the bangs of the future so fluidly that the sound's innately harsh nature has been marginalized, making for an all-around enjoyable experience no matter the location.

Habits & Contradictions is less like a label-released full-length and more like an amateurish mixtape, a work in progress.

The Block Brochure, ponderous though it may be, is curated carefully and put together in a way that will actually hold up over time.

The Block Brochure, ponderous though it may be, is curated carefully and put together in a way that will actually hold up over time.

The Block Brochure, ponderous though it may be, is curated carefully and put together in a way that will actually hold up over time.

The Belbury Tales can be a potent experience at the high points I've just described, but it spends some time at lower altitudes, too, without ever unambiguously erring.

An enjoyable, at times provocative companion piece, this one's a satisfying musical bath.

Lacking a clear story arc or point of catharsis, Kill for Love drifts off into its own gorgeous gloom.