The ghost of Marvin hovers over debut by Digi-Soul merchant - sensuous dancefloor fodder with an evocative voice.

Interpol frontman Paul Banks makes his solo debut with a surprisingly worthwhile side project.

Ultimately, the greatest achievement of Mark Ronson’s genetically modified Version is to demonstrate the superiority of the organic source material.

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.

Marshall Mathers tackles his most complicated subject...himself.

The results are too often less-than-inspiring, and our Marilyn’s music has not established the sort of consistency required to atone for this lack of drama.

Country diva channels marriage break-on first LP in nearly a decade.

Donkey is the mediocre second outing Brazilian electro rockers CSS – will it show that they have more substance beyond being a mere good-time party band?

The girls play to a new beat in this album, as they focus on evolving their sound while changing up their lineup.

Pocket Symphony... contains more than its fair share of inspired moments.

Canadian firebrand loses her spark.

The People’s Princess pleases with Her catchy generic pop

68-year-old lothario goes back to his white soul roots with a passionate performance showing that Jones still has "it."

Despite the big name producer and big time contributors, Gray has somehow achieved the not insignificant feat of delivering an altogether average record.

Further mystical adventures from grunge-era Kate Bush.

Mid-career retrospective captures SP’s inner conflicts.

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.

Heavy on aspiration, light on inspiration on rapper's second outing.

Franz Ferdinand attempt to put some dub in the music and end up with (re)mixed results.

Craggy eco-concept record not the car-crash it could have been.

Solid and stolid live album from glam punker turned roots rocker.

Norwegian masters of melancholic synth-pop get back to basics.

With an album proper to offer this time around, it seems that Johnson is back with a vengeance--fans of his effortlessly laid-back acoustic fare will immediately warm to this strong collection of songs.

Seriously, Ms Jackson, I invite you around for high tea and you turn up leather clad, groaning, and hollering about touching yourself. Mrs Wilberforce didn’t know where to look and the vicar was most upset.

It would appear that working-class Coventry trio The Enemy are now officially the next big thing.

It’s bland, boring and just not very good.

For all the state-of-the-art urban production, there’s something distinctly unsavoury about Blackout. And yet, the truly bizarre thing is, the music is top notch.