It's the breadth of styles subsumed within and the impressively high quality-control throughout that makes The Child Of Lov such an assured and rewarding debut. [Jun 2013, p.84]

Sarcastic, ironic--and occasionally infuriating. [Jun 2013, p.95]

GBV's only LP of 2013 and it's a good'un. [Jun 2013, p.95]

Cloaked in fuzzy melancholy, Fandango is one for dreamers. [Jun 2013, p.94]

This restless, marauding and cacophonous set captures these most musicianly of b-boys firmly on top of their game. [Jun 2013, p.92]

Though other instruments emerge from their corners their sparing deployments against Amidon's fragile voice lends them a far greater power, like vivid flourishes of colour in a starkly monochrome film. [Jun 2013, p.92]

Dogged by sub-standard productions and uneasy alliances, it's left to the RZA and Madlib's younger brother Oh No to partially save his bacon. [Jun 2013, p.89]

Silence Yourself demands you shut up and listen. Compliance is advised. [Jun 2013, p.87]

In its own way, Time is as pleasingly surprising as Bowie's re-emergence. [Jun 2013, p.86]

The ersatz '80s production, lyrical platitudes and soft focus atmospherics stray uncomfortably close to parody. [Jun 2013, p.85]

No one sounds like they are having much fun on this follow-up and his rearrangements of the classics on piano add nothing new to the songs. [Jun 2013, p.84]

Here comes irascible, unhousetrained indie-rock, laced with discord and lo-fi gnarl, yet thoroughly fresh and weirdly magnetic from start to finish. [Jun 2013, p.84]

The results are slightly uneven. [Jun 2013, p.89]

Nobody expected him, at 65, to be the street-walking cheetah of '73, rather just to raise his game, to try and bring that corrosive voice forward, commensurate with his age, the 2010s and, dammit, The Stooges. In short: he hasn't. [Jun 2013, p.87]

They might shake, they might tremble, but The National remain a safe pair of hands. [Jun 2013, p.86]

Cronin delvers timeless, classic pop that evades cliches. [Jun 2013, p.86]

If you crave that ineffable something Abba achieved, then it's only glimpsed here. [Jun 2013, p.84]

Both men have made better albums and Black Pudding sounds like a couple of guys too deferential to each other to actually raise a challenge and push a boundary or two. [Jun 2013, p.85]

Here and elsewhere, Vampire Weekend's growing self-assurance serves the needs of the song without playing to their perceived strengths. [Jun 2013, p.84]

It all amounts to Primal Scream's most satisfying album since Screamadelica, with something akin to maturity joining the still-vital urge to make transcendent noise. [Jun 2013, p.82]

There is a strange and gripping transport to be had in these imaginative flights concerning climbing Mount Everest, the Luftwaffe-bashing Spitfire, and in the Kraftwerk-in-a-garden-shed bango clap-along ROYGIV.[May 2013, p.85]

With electronic ace Ben frost's eerily beautiful final chapter is the perfect soundtrack for a dinner party to which only Ed Gein, Jack London and Catherine The Great are invited. [May 2013, p.94]

For reggae fans of a certain vintage, This Generation will rule the nation. [Apr 2013, p.94]

Something of a disappointment after 2008's Pot Of Gold. [Apr 2013, p.98]

Praxis achieves the tricky balancing act between playful and poignant. [May 2013, p.90]

Akron/Family's seventh album proffers 10 diversely arranged slabs of leftfield clamour, all of them shot through with a contrasting pop-classicist melodic sensibility. [May 2013, p.90]

Even if you take a rain check on that multimedia trip [interactive comic book], there's still much to enjoy. [May 2013, p.94]

The electronic undercurrent that's hummed throughout Hyde's musical life to date is there on Edgeland, but only in the gentlest of forms. [May 2013, p.85]