Security brings new elements to the mix without compromising Antibalas' fundamental power. [#75, p.94]

This record's controls are set for the heart of the drone, and the crew knows precisely where they're going. [No. 100, p.53]

These songs--even the quiet ones--are bold, messy, unflinching, humming with life. [No. 147, p.61]

There's no "Cinnamon Girl's" here, but "Farewell American Primitive" and "Only In My Dreams" breathe the same catchy air. [#90, p.53]

Each measure of music on her third album is milked for its last ounce of wizened drama, each word imbued with the same measured solemnity of a grandmother's deathbed wish. [#74, p.109]

Offers little bits of everything Luna does well. [#57, p.93]

It's easy to get caught up in TEEN's dreams without completely falling asleep, a tough act to follow with so many similar acts just simply getting lost. [#90, p.61]

Peel back the layers, and you're confronted with a wealth of oft-unexpected sonic exploration. [#90, p.60]

On par with anything in the back catalog. [#69, p.106]

The unrushed songs are equally appealing, gussied up with elegant guitar and piano accents and spiked with disarming lines.

While Parts & Labor’s grinding wall of noise seems to invite this kind of egalitarianism, the experiment never seems gimmicky or extraneous. Instead, it becomes virtually impossible to distinguish what sounds do or do not belong. It all comes together in one glorious racket.

And Now That I'm In Your Shadow finds him at another peak. [#74, p.98]

With the right proportion of leadership and lawlessness, Wild Flag sounds like liberation. Long may they wave. [#81 p. 52]

The Universe And Me feels like Sprout’s sonic scrapbook and philosophical star chart folded into a single stellar statement. [No.139, p.60]

Despite an approach that can occasionally feel too reverent, these unreleased lyrics get a fittingly old, weird treatment that makes complete sense. [No. 115, p.51]

Sunshine Lies contains some of Sweet’s best moments in years, with the classic push/pull of gloriously sunny melodies and lyrical darkness underneath.

The album’s sound is a more intricate remix of Fauna’s futurama, another hyperbaric disco chamber filled with technoodling beats backing pop operettas, while the lyrics sometimes do that magnum opus one better.

Although Powell's new land Of Talk is considerably more contemplative and understated, Life After Youth is an evocative and powerful step forward. [No. 142, p.57]

It's the rather unhinged propositions that sends chills in the warmest way, much like Will Oldham's timelessly classic mid-'90s output. [No.99, p.52]

Not many bands release their best work six albums in, yet this could very well be the story here. [No. 142, p.61]

Its most accomplished album. [#60, p.97]

Lush and smooth, funky and ethereal, Celestial Electric is a sublimely down-tempo album filled with beautiful vocals and gorgeous orchestration. [#81, p. 52]

An enchanting collection teeming with well-crafted hooks and fiery passion unheard since the epic, under-appreciated Faith and Courage a decade ago. [No. 85, p.56]

Home Everywhere is noisy and poppy. [No. 115, p.59]

The constant fluidity here makes the album’s unpredictability seem grounded and cohesive instead of erratic.

LP3 is instrumentally nuanced. [No. 115, p.61]

A dark album that shines very brightly. [#46, p.85]

Twerps succeed in making decades-old style sound brand new again. [No. 117, p.61]