Sessions is loose and fun and, while not blazing any trails, it doesn't sound like a bad karaoke night either.

There are a couple snoozy and wonky moments among the hits, but Longwave is definitely worth warming up to.

But even if it's only half as good as it used to be, this Call sounds okay to us.

It gets somewhat spotty when naughty numbers like "Bootylicious" and "Nasty Girl" swing against a praise-the-lord melody, and "DC-3" is little more than a self-referential pat on the back to friendship and success.

When they crank out catchy ditties on harmony-heavy cuts like "Drifting Apart," AAF sound like a bunch of old pros--old pros who are still having a blast.

The lyrics are as trite and cheesy as ever, but age and playing house with No Doubt's Gwen Stefani have mellowed model-esque frontman Rossdale.

Aside from the razor-thin, plastic-sounding tunes, it's hard to determine what's more disturbing, her acid-hued cover photo or the Prince-y song titles like "Run 2 U," "2 Become 1" and "U & Me = Love."

The sturdy jams--decorated with Moog, powerful guitars and frontman Jakob Dylan's sexy purr--pour out of the stereo and stick in your head.

A rather complacent set of radio-ready lite alt-rock.

The results are compelling and restrained, with hand claps, creaking organ and thudding bass drums joining Chapman's melancholy pipes.

Its glossiest production yet.

But whether they're being snotty or serious, there is a constant thread at work: those catchy melodies.

Keep an ear open for this solid effort's best moments: the soulful "Full Frontal Fridays" and jubilant "I Get Cravings."

It sounds all too familiar.

The official return of the DMB shows them in full force and stretching way Up.

A little bit less filler and the album would have really lived up to its name.

Mya's third album should have no problem hanging with the chart-topping competition, seeing how it's stacked with hit after steamy hit.

For a better taste of Harris' harmonizing abilities, try her recent collaborations with young'uns like Bright Eyes and Ryan Adams.

Sadly, Keith's least-clever disc yet was almost completely written by him for the first time.

A solo album to put all solo albums to shame.

Even if Keane hasn't completely gone down with Under The Iron Sea, the band is merely treading water here.

Combining the Verve's soul-searching themes with Radiohead's whisper-to-a-scream dynamics, Haven has come up with a weighty debut stocked with tender ballads, beautiful acoustic passages and several potential anthems.

A mixed bag, with its fair share of unsatisfactory pop throwaway moments but also a healthy dose of midtempo ballads and stratospheric numbers.

Their movement toward non-nooky maturity continues here with tunes like the melodic and soaring "Wish You Were Here" and the dramatic "Warning"--each showing a more reflective and poetic side than before.

Even though some of the novelty's worn off with Let's Bottle Bohemia, the hand claps, woo-hoo choruses and wide-eyed lyrics are still undeniably enjoyable.

Her thin voice is no match for the thick guitars that dominate this metallic pop marathon, but there is a strange, earthy quality that makes songs like "Overpower Thee" and "Skin Receiver" compelling.

Through it all, the guys stay just as tight (translation: radio-ready) as ever, offering up tracks in near-perfect three-minute doses.

It's still the group's own thumping concoctions--"Ready for Action" and "Blowout," for instance--that ring the loudest.