It's a beauty. [Oct 2025, p.81]

Across 10 intimate songs deftly ornamented by guitarists Matt Worley and Tony Kelsey and cellist Barney Morse-Brown, magic happens. [Nov 2025, p.88]

As a triple record, there are tracks that are less necessary than others, but remarkably it all flows as a cohesive whole, and never loses the listener's attention. [Nov 2025, p.80]

From labyrinthine opener Men In Bed, the material is inimitably Smith-esque, and if it is tempting to dig for premonitions of mortality, the Frank Zappa-via Hanna-Barbera thrills of Busty Beez or Skating feel like the work of a very much living artist. [Nov 2025, p.89]

Lots here is clever and fun, and maybe Oh Snap is an album she needed to make, but heard end to end it's a bumpy ride. [Nov 2025, p.86]

Band kiss-and-makeups can seem contrived, unconvincing; but this one feels genuine and sparky, Biffy's urgent, passionate music oxygenated by time away. [Nov 2025, p.83]

These 14 songs mostly charm and world-build in under three minutes. [Sep 2025, p.79]

A likeable collection of songs about family and companionship. .... The happy point where Belle And Sebastian meets Stephen Sondheim. [Nov 2025, p.88]

Captures Radiohead during their majestic 2000s, delivering muscular, meticulously detailed material to an audience eager for rousing, off killer anthems (There, There) and piano-led laments (We Suck Young Blood) alike. [Nov 2025, p.101]

Wednesday sound in total control of the world they've build here. [Nov 2025, p.85]

Throughout the record, there are audible seeds of the sublime AOR sound that Nicks and Buckingham-era Fleetwood Mac would further finesse. .... It's also easy to hear why Frozen Love - the proggy, shape-shifting holy grail of Fleetwood Mac's most combustible couple - so impressed Mick Fleetwood. [Nov 2025, p.96]

Arctic Moon does not have the glowering intensity of the band's earliest work, but fans of 1986's Strange Times will appreciate its subtleties. [Oct 2025, p.90]

A low-key exploration of how delicate melodies, processed noise and the occasional beat can intertwine, When It Rains drifting artfully to uncompromised skronk. [Oct 2025, p.83]

Hannon's most personal and poignant album to date. [Oct 2025, p.86]

Honeydew is one of Ritter's best. [Oct 2025, p.84]

It doesn't always hit the bullseye - Te Tragaste El Chicle's intense shredding veers towards '80s hair metal, or the soundtrack to a Jerry Bruckheimer movie - but the dizzying ideas on display amply compensate. [Oct 2025, p.81]

Even with zero knowledge of what is going on lyrically, these songs are often beautifully evocative. [Oct 2025, p.85]

Scrappy, heartfelt, yet utterly beautiful, it's a fitting farewell from a unique talent. [Oct 2025, p.87]

The songs here are among his most direct and fully focused. [Oct 2025, p.81]

A deeply satisfying tribute to a great lost talent. [Oct 2025, p.90]

With this fluid, free-raging music, Raymond is in a world of her own - one with several moons and its own intoxicating atmosphere. [Oct 2025, p.85]

Same old boots, maybe, but significantly racier kecks. [Oct 2025, p.88]

The album captivates wen his bad keeps pulling Freeman and his florid drawl back down to earth, the tension creating a form of transportive rural psychedelia. [Sep 2025, p.79]

Intergalactic longing underpins Banh Me, its closing synth solo reaching blindly, hopefully into the endlessness of Space, while Out In The Black finds his Captain Curt using his isolation amid the stars doe some powerful internal reckoning. [Oct 2025, p.84]

Unlike the four prior archival editions, Joni’s Jazz gives listeners very little that’s new. .... It is tempting to see it, then, as a chaotic but mostly coherent and sometimes very compelling streaming playlist, given deluxe physical form. [Oct 2025, p.46]

Throughout, Dalt's sensuous vocals, which flip between Spanish and English, are buttressed by inventive use of Alex Lazaro's percussion in rhythms from Dalt's home continent. [Sep 2025, p.87]

Walker's narratives land like a looser Lucy Dacus or a more skittish Craig Finn (especially on the regret-buckled Bitter Root Lake), her voice shat=ring the fur-rubbed-the-wrong-way scratchiness of Jeffrey Lewis or Kimya Dawson. [Sep 2025, p.85]

Weirdness and wonder abound at every turn. [Oct 2025, p.81]