Crackling with radio-primed hooks, whipsnap breakbeats and Boucher’s helium-pitched vocals, Grimes’ third album makes a convincing strike for playlist ubiquity, with a healthy dollop of the oddball chucked in.

A wonderful album. [Jan 2016, p.93]

While none of these 19 tracks reach four minutes, the music has an epic, quasi-devotional quality. [Jan 2016, p.94]

If the pace and mood start to become a tad predictable, Satomi "Deerhoof" Matsuzaki's Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is more of a spectral journey into a far stranger world. [Jan 2016, p.96]

While the album's nine, wordless pieces for mournfully beautiful cello and shifting ambient atmospheres may not always conjure seismic volatility, there is certainly an underlying tension close to the surface of swooning opener Hellebore. [Jan 2016, p.96]

Strange and lovely. [Jan 2016, p.98]

Chorus probes that the light from Lush's star still shines brighter and stronger than anyone might have suspected. [Jan 2016, p.105]

It's hard to imagine even hardcore fans listening to this twice, as it sounds too much like an empty barrel being scraped. [Jan 2016, p.106]

If you can get past the redundancy--and what a redundancy it is. [Jan 2016, p.106]

These 41 short, snappy but entirely involving instrumentals generously reaffirm Dilla's inimitable way around chopped-up vocal samples, waspish, distempered synth lines and spacey unquantised drums. [Jan 2016, p.104]

The box set joy is the archive additions, their whiff of ancient wasted sweat. [Jan 2016, p.102]

A rich seam of molten psychedelic heaviness pitched between Black Sabbath and Blue Cheer. [Jan 2016, p.96]

A filmic atmosphere is constant. [Jan 2016, p.96]

Diverse yet cohesive. [Jan 2016, p.96]

Heartbreaking, heartwarming, Eric's still very much a contender. [Jan 2016, p.92]

Eighth LP settles into a classic rock groove. [Jan 2016, p.98]

Live In Paris is a pure window into the troubled soul of the mid-2010s Tuareg. [Jan 2016, p.92]

An album of great beauty and quiet power. [Jan 2016, p.91]

An exotic, often rapturous reading of Tzur's Sufi-meets-Hebrew song forms. [Jan 2016, p.91]

If the phosphorus-hot psychedelia of their first Hexadic record was too much for some ears, this subtly chance-infused union of magick and method should prove more inviting. [Jan 2016, p.90]

He also works hard to bring variety within the gargantuan two-and-a-half-hour running time with an all-star guest list. [Jan 2016, p.89]

This new album is as quixotic and wilfully idiosyncratic as his previous oeuvre. [Jan 2016, p.88]

Jones actually one-ups the Ventures with a frenetic version of White Christmas you can do the swim to. [Jan 2016, p.88]

Beach House's second album in three months underlines just how precision-stylised their frosty, often glacially-slow dream-pop has become. [Jan 2016, p.88]

Johns and his Black Dogs shine throughout. [Jan 2016, p.90]

Any suggestion of sameness is speedily erased by Alexandra Eastburn's arsenal of skewed electronic embellishments and the breathless exuberance the group bring to the party. [Jan 2016, p.88]

Icelandic duo reflect their homeland's long winter nights. [Jan 2016, p.98]

Persuasive R&B with strident lyrics and sharp sonics. [Jan 2016, p.98]