Like that excellent mid-period of Entombed where they embraced raw production and an honest approach in every aspect of their music, Struck by Lightning have it all, minus any songs that worm their way into the listener's head.

While the tracks are still heavily Black Sabbath-influenced, unfiltered doom, they don't live up to the expectations of what Wino-era Saint Vitus should be capable of.

The lack of development and subtlety is a frequent problem for the album.

Manically happy, infectiously danceable and too clever by half, if 1991 does one thing, it proves that Banks's breakout hit, "212," was no fluke.

Triple F Life is good because it's big and stupid.

Ursprung delivers a uniquely modern and experimental album that gently reveals more with each listen.

Dub Egg is an album for guitar heads.

There's No Leaving Now is another sweetly concise collection of ten songs by the eloquent Swede, whose nationality remains brilliantly masked by a Midwestern twang.

Red Night (helmed by UK pop producer Richard X) is a foot-moving triumph of ennui, minor chords and warped FX.

Sadly, despite flashes of brilliance, fourth record Radlands more often finds Mystery Jets operating on autopilot.

Machines That Make Civilization Fun is Bigg Jus's best, most well-rounded solo album so far, but it's still a difficult listen that will likely limit the album's appeal to advanced listeners only.

Oh No's beats run gritty, grainy and hard from start to finish, with tough rhythms and an expansive array of aggressive sonics darting in and out of each cut, adding much expressive flair to the beatsmith's heartbeat-raising, all-business attacks.

The Stoned Immaculate is just Curren$y at a higher grade, if you will.

Each Liars album has kept us guessing and WIXIW is no exception, offering us another glimpse of Liars' infinite supply of uncompromising, yet succesful ideas.

While the sound of this is pretty uniform the quality is all over the place and very dependent on the song being covered.

It's this theme of genuine imperfection that allows Quarantine to come off as an exposed, wounded masterwork.

2:54 have made a debut album that pulls you in, immerses you and haunts you ever so slightly.

Melvins Lite at once bring the noise to more mature ears and reignite the fan fervour that petered out around 1996's Stag.

Live from the Underground is the best Southern rap record since Big Boi's Sir Lucious Left Foot dropped two summers ago.

It's not an entirely off-putting mix, but it's only after a few songs that one starts to get a handle on what Branan's up to.

Although the switch in tempo and style from song to song is abrupt, there's consistency that follows the album through to the end.

Diver completes Lemonade's transformation from jerky, banger makers into wistful, all-encompassing pop sophisticates. That it was done so flawlessly makes it such a triumph on their part.

Harder, better, faster and stronger than their excellent debut, 2009's Post Nothing.

Words and Music further demonstrates this while helping us realize just how lucky we are to still have them around.

Too many bearded men in isolation have sapped such joy from the genre, but Here brings it back in full.

Valtari might not be Sigur Rós's greatest work, but it is an album of subtle beauty and remarkable restraint that deserves to be heard.

I can assure you that you will not stand still while listening to this album.

For listeners that like their electronic music with a pulse (both literally and figuratively), this release will be a rewarding experience.