It's all 13 minutes of Bobletekno on which the full glory of Thomas's talent is unfurled, a cosmic-disco blueprint of bubbling counter-melodies, whoosing handclaps and trippy, dippy synths. [Dec 2012, p.94]

An almost perfect Sunday-morning album that's hard not to praise with only the faintest of damns. [Dec 2012, p.94]

[Unfinished Business captures her vigour and verve] with its rough'n'tumble mix of R&B, country and rockabilly. [Dec 2012, p.90]

The hobnailed thud and electronic clatter of Youth and Love riot force the seriousness but when they hit their exuberant stride, they pull on legwarmers and dance the night and cold away. [Dec 2012, p.88]

A smattering of era-appropriate scene-setting standards sit surprisingly snugly amid the bespoke symphonic esoterica--all further testament to greenwood's deep, intrinsic musicality. [Dec 2012, p.88]

It was uniquely visionary--primordially rockin', yet titled defiantly at the stars. [Dec 2012, p.101]

Sunken Condos is a slyer, slow-burning pleasure. [Dec 2012, p.89]

Landing On A Hundred is a strong comeback that hopefully won't be followed by another decade of silence. [Dec 2012, p.84]

The result is a trifle confusing. [Dec 2012, p.85]

Palindrome Hunches is a record full of songs that whisper their entreaties. [Dec 2012, p.88]

While retaining the melodic approach of his debut, the singer-guitarist has shaped some additional, more diverse sounds. [Dec 2012, p.88]

It's all wonderful stuff here. [Dec 2012, p.85]

A mighty result. [Dec 2012, p.84]

Soft-focus memories echo through all 88 minutes. [Dec 2012, p.89]

Yes, it lacks the ambition of Norton Folgate... but compensates with pop nous. [Dec 2012, p.89]

For twisted garage buffs these unsettling sounds are, again, a joy. [Dec 2012, p.89]

Although it's his longest, it's arguably his least ambitious. [Dec 2012, p.84]

While some of this uneven material has been reheated from past writing sessions, Aerosmith are genuinely fighting to reclaim their soul.

Throughout a refreshing spirit of old-school sonic exploration pervades. [Nov 2012, p.87]

Prim they may appear at times, but their offer of comfort in sound is impossible to refuse. [Nov 2012, p.90]

It's all tinged with, real communicable melancholy. [Nov 2012, p.85]

Songs are complemented by a close-miked acoustic production. [Nov 2012, p.96]

Actors marry folk tales and socio-political polemic to pulsing, woozy-synth soundscapes. [Nov 2012, p.96]

An epic ambition that bolster Nona Marie Levine's lightly burnished vocals. [Nov 2012, p.96]

Consistently engaging. [Nov 2012, p.87]

It all hangs together well, and is ably supported by the band's superb musicianship. [Nov 2012, p.87]

Her singing, often overwhelmed in the mix, lyrics inaudible, adds David Lynch eeriness. [Nov 32012, p.94]

Queasy melodies, light-headed keys and emaciated Smiths guitar flourishes slowly generate a dank unease. [Nov 2012, p.95]