Their music is an improbably addictive miasma of chopped-up spoken-word fragments and spectral electronica. [May 2011, p.110]

Fleshed out by two drummers, strings and brass, it's as infectious and disarming as it is genre-defying. [May 2011, p.109]

This still requires a certain kind of listener: namely, people who find Michael Cera's movies charming. [May 2011, p.109]

More often than not, it's hard to avoid the conclusion that recent Animal Collective albums have loomed large in The Luya's collective subconscious. [May 2011, p.109]

He transforms the bi-hearted bop of randy Weston's Little Niles into a plaintive musical love letter that, like much of what surrounds it, demands repeated listens. [May 2011, p.108]

A beguiling marriage of tradition and modernism. [May 2011, p.107]

This stuff is not only good, it's (mostly) weirdly good. [May 2011, p.106]

A craftsman-tough album about decision times. [May 2011, p.106]

The record is starting to sound worn. [May 2011, p.105]

Her's a downhome collection that's low on dBs but as impactful as anything he's done. [May 2011, p.105]

With its onus on hooks, the result is an enjoyable, lightweight pop album. [May 2011, p.104]

Longtime fans might be appeased. Others may find themselves a trifle bored. [May 2011, p.104]

There was mmuch to anticipate, but it falls short of the promise. [May 2011, p.114]

The very subtlety of Hon Hoopkins' production may be why it sounds so unique. [May 2011, p.114]

From captivatingly woozy opener State Of new York to the languid euphoria of Everything, this challenging but addictive record cocoons the listener in chloroformed candy floss. [May 2011, p.109]

There's much that's familiar about Demolished Thoughts, but Beck's arrangements draw fresh new pleasures from those elements. [Jun 2011, p.96]

Kane, like his Puppets partner, is fast becoming one of Britain;s landmark composers. [Jun 2011, p.102]

The possibilities of "first ideas" is fatally undermined by a lack of ideas. [May 2011, p.110]

Metronomy have tapped into a rich seam of eccentric pop for their third studio release. [may 2011, p.114]

Ultimately, The Llamas seem like a Heston Blumenthal of sound, stimulating through a kind of weird science. [May 2011, p.112]

The album pays in cleft between Darnielle's left and right brains and strikes the perfect balance between wild imagery and plaintive sentiment. [May 2011, p.112]

Mostly, she seems so (understandably) lost inside herself you don't know where to find her. [May 2011, p.111]

Far from the title's implied despair, Wit's End sounds more like home, sweet home. [May 2011, p.111]

Where the remainder deviates, though, is in its lyricism, a good thing, because the beer-boys-in-the-band stance is replaced by only-to-be-encouraged attempts at social comment and a more enlightened approach to gender politics. [May 2011, p.110]

The rest, it must be said, is extremely dull. [May 2011, p.108]

C'mon suggests their state of grace deserves a wider congregation. [May 2011, p.108]

A romp through Bootsy's former glories, subtly retooling them to sound comfortingly familiar yet not anachronistic. [May 2011, p.106]

So beautiful Or So What is a deeply spiritual record, its more reflective moments offset by playful fare. [may 2011, p.106]