A beautiful album with an amniotic vibe, Dive can be a bit repetitive.

Sure, the original album may still tickle your testes and get you off, but this boxed set is nothing more than a handjob without a happy ending.

It takes a session of attentive listening to pinpoint it; zone out for a few seconds and it's easy for one track of grit, fuzz and tension to bleed into another.

It's somewhere between impressive and impressionistic how Glover inhabits each style, but pit between street chaff and crooner cheese, between respect and restless imitation, one can't help but wonder where all of Glover's talent is headed.

The dream-pop duo layers together featherweight electronics, '80s beats and island attitude-stirring them into a frothy blend indebted to both The Tough Alliance's harmonies and Air France's hazy atmospherics.

Whereas previous albums took a massive leap into noise and danger, this disappoints.

Bush's return to recorded music is unexpected, sometimes distancing, weird and obdurate.

Luke Roberts's debut can dig up a well of such intimate, homegrown sounds and songs.

As pleasant and consistent as Every Step's a Yes is, one can't help but feel that A Band of Bees could still push their music further into the mystic.

A dizzyingly sweet ride.

His deftly executed--and surprisingly eclectic--debut features flourishes that Liam never would have allowed.

Humor Risk is a livelier affair and its venturesome aesthetic wanders.

Nightlife is strangely satisfying even if it's a cocktail we've ordered too many times to remember.

Mission deliciously accomplished, sir.

Freeclouds channels a seesawing mix of Americana and psychedelic electronics.

Vincent Morisset directs Inni in a minimalist, enigmatic black and white that captures all of the elegance, somberness and chilling majesty of what might be the most singular and unparalleled band of their generation.

The album as a whole is neither as crazy nor as clownish as fans would hope.

The Vision, the latest from bass music sensation Joker, strikes a wondrous balance of doom and poppiness.

This is a laid-back, non-pop, emotional-but-still-grounded album with a hazy and heavy sound.

Solo, Ramsey doesn't need suspense to conjure beauty; just riff like The Byrds and sink serenely into the grass.

With Replica, synth-dreamer Daniel Lopatin heads into the Mexican Summer studio to create something more expansive than some of his recent CD-R efforts, and less of the distorto-R&B pop he created with Joel Ford on Channel Pressure.

Through the past and present, Stage Whisper is a sound step onwards.

Throughout, this is gorgeous; every tune swelters in a setting sun, his voice honeyed in harmonies. Essential.

With all the bells and whistles in prominent display, Coldplay may have made their most enjoyable album. I only hope the sourpusses enjoy it.

With each Atlas Sound release, the sonic effects become more interwoven, intense and impressive, and truly no one else could be writing these songs the way Cox does.

Finally, the soundtrack to your most ineffable longings.

Live Music regresses into stylistic confusion, but the gems are worth the wait.

Achtung Baby is the last great U2 album and one of the best records ever made, but is this $150 six-CD, four-DVD 20th anniversary edition worth your time and money? Short answer: F--k yeah