Ex-Verve singer teams up with the cream of modern R&B for some far-out funk soul brotherhood.

This grand musical quest is often fruitless, and leaves this listener wondering what might have been, had the group demanded less of themselves.

You get the feeling that, in the long run, Diamond Hoo Ha is destined to be remembered as one of the lesser works in their canon.

Upbeat comeback from the kings of coffee-table electro.

The Thrills meets The Polyphonic Spree--in a good way!

Mockney songbird grows up--but is she any wiser?

Pittsburgh gene-splicers manage to overcome three minute attention deficit barrier.

A perfectly functional album of loud guitars, ain’t life a bitch lyrics and the odd nod to different production styles and techniques.

Twelve is a solid enough collection, but one can’t help wondering if it would’ve been better had she made like Fellini and called it 8 1/2.

Howe’s duet with Neko Case on ‘Without A Word’ is the star of the show though, boasting a gorgeous melody that owes a lot to Gelb’s Tuscon roots.

A rackety, sing-along sound from a band on a largely undefined mission.

At times, Why Bother? is an unlistenable racket.

Already dated, The Raveonettes 3-D thrills are temporarily diverting, but ultimately provide only the illusion of depth.

Not much has changed in the futureheads world as, post their major-label career, they bounce-back with independently released third album.

The Doggfather part 10. Ho Hum. What else is on?

The Little Ones are, for the most part, pretty melodious producing indie pop fun with touches of Afro-beat, maybe, possibly!

Young Knives gamble away the ending to a solid album.

Return To Form from last electro band standing.

Great songs played well, but...

Nuptial celebrations yield surreal pleasures from Odd-ball Americana Folkies.

Nothing Bjork does is ever less than provocative... Just don’t expect to it to force you out of your seat.

The fact that Hammond can’t actually sing that well is rendered practically obsolete on this album; his hazy drawl may not be the strongest in the world, but it suits these songs just fine.

Beyonce still proves that she's an all-around good performer even though her attempt to branch out into an alter ego fails a little.

This slight, shrill and, ultimately, underwhelming debut album has its moments.

This is a maddeningly inconsistent collection, with more misses than hits – though Kelly’s best moments do go some way towards atoning for his flaws.

Howling good fun from Lupine superstar.

Neil doesn’t do things by halves. His words and melodies are, like Roy Orbison, Cecil B De Mille scaled. That said, there are more than a few points where he misses the mark.

Patchy covers album from alt.rock veterans.