An album as vital and as edgy as anything they’ve ever done.

Dance-punk act up the ante and make play for music's top table.

Even listeners previously resistant to The Kills' studied cool may have to concede that Midnight Boom is a record of considerable energy and excitement.

The end result doesn’t vary that much from his usual dense, dark, cinematic ramblings but it’s good to see he’s keeping busy.

Charming debut from flirtatious Scandinavian popette.

Jack White’s bit on the side return with an accomplished and musically diverse second album.

Former 10,000 Maniacs frontwoman channels Alice In Wonderland with tingle-inducing results.

There’s quite a supporting cast on Jenny Lewis’s second LP. Elvis Costello makes an appearance, Zooey Deschanel, Jonathan Rice and M Ward all pop by.

21-year-old future-dystopian grime DJ breaks new ground.

Here’s Johnny! Marr forces Jarman brothers out of their Crib.

So once you get over the fact it’s farcically emo, this album turns out to be a decent enough record to get you in the mood for the Saturday night indie disco.

If you're in the mood for something weird, check out this album that fuses psychedelic rock with Cambodian lyrics.

Messianic rapper Kanye West has survived grief and heartbreak to expands pop parameters on his new release.

Youngbloods triumph with unpretentious pop.

Jakob Dylan's debut effort, Seeing Things, is a bare bones acoustic record showcasing the talent of the son of Bob.

Grime champ steps up to the mark with career-best record.

It’s not as nebulous as their last album--and it doesn’t deliver the melodic thrills of Last Splash--but Mountain Battles has personality, spirit, warmth and tenderness in abundance.

If Lullabies To Paralyze was a strange forest fairytale dusted with desert blues courtesy of Billy Gibbons, Era Vulgaris finds the band holed up in an abandoned funkhouse in the centre of a shady copse, waiting for some strange sexually-contracted fever to pass.

All-star collective make unholy hot-and-sweaty psycho-blues racket.

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

Dark things stir beneath the surface as alt.country figurehead Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy releases umpteenth solo record.

Brit pop aesthete goes Rawk--sort of.

House-arrested rapper defends his realm.

It will probably go down as their 'sell-out' record, in that it's their first for a major label.

These are early days, of course, but some worrying lapses into blustery Editors’ territory aside, Foals prove to be a tricksy, livewire prospect.

California dreaming, diminishing returns.

Upbeat comeback from the kings of coffee-table electro.

Sigur Ros’ songs have a tendency to go on way too long, but the group’s peaks are such that we must cherish them, flaws and all.