Another stirring record. [Feb 2003, p.88]

Consider this a Zen disc: sit with it awhile, and it will come to you. [Nov 2002, p.105]

This bloody enormous rock demeanour means Stone Roses fans may not be amused. [Oct 2002, p.96]

It's mostly a success, though its dominant tone of understated, rainy melancholia is unlikely to earn Parish a dressing room with a star on the door. [Oct 2002, p.108]

It's his skill as a bruised, intimate narrator that makes this album such an alluring addition to Doe's swelling canon. [Feb 2003, p.90]

You have wit, wisdom, and yet another Adamson sonic script you wish someone would film. [Oct 2002, p.100]

The cumulative effect is wildly narcotic. [Oct 2002, p.100]

ESG are still creating music of eerie austerity. [Oct 2002, p.108]

Some of the most powerfully surging melodies from a British band since the second Travis album. [March 2002, p.114]

All the elements which made its predecessor so great are here, but in excelsis, and occasionally excess. [Sep 2002, p.95]

The line between hypnotic and tediously repetitive is occasionally crossed. [Sep 2002, p.94]

Johns has finally learned how to cull from his influences without plagiarising them. [Sep 2002, p.95]

Michael Lockwood's production occasionally affects a sound akin to a Vonda Sheppard reared on black dreams and Russian literature. [Oct 2002, p.98]

Musically, it's the richest record of Pulp's career.... We Love Life isn't perfect, but it is vital. [Nov 2001, p.96]

Among their best. [Sep 2002, p.104]

She's one of a handful of people who could sing the telephone directory. [Dec 2002, p.115]

Humour saves the Liars. [Sep 2002, p.110]

Another masterfully blended cocktail of restless electronic beats, analogue daubings and digitally blasted vocals. [Nov 2002, p.110]

His most commercial sounding material to date. [Nov 2002, p.106]

Like most homage platters, the affair is only as strong as its weakest moments. [Nov 2002, p.113]

One Beat is not an album you slip into. You pick it up, study it, twist it, put it down, pick it up again. [Sep 2002, p.108]

It's ever so nice, except for the nagging feeling that a disembodied voice is about to say, "I'm going to count backwards from five and, when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and remember none of this." [Sep 2002, p.106]

A big, bold, brazen statement, epic in places, charmingly flawed in others. [Sep 2002, p.110]

The focus remains upon Lightbody's gauche romantic vignettes; nirvana for those who believe the world could usefully sustain a second Lou Barlow, but over an album's duration akin to persistent immersion in lukewarm herbal tea. [Sep 2002, p.104]

Kissin Time is full with Faithfull's own history: disaster next to glory, next to the overriding feeling that, come what may, she will slide through it all by dint of charisma, wit and, indeed, charm. [Album Of The Month, March 2002, p.98]

Miraculously, it succeeds as a rambunctious, unruly grenade of largely unmitigated spleen, a hail of words set to music. [Sep 2002, p.96]

A tad melodramatic at times, this remains a "Christian rock" album with a serious hellhound on its trail. [Sep 2002, p.94]

Relative to her potential, she remains an underachiever, straitjacketed by Nashville craftsmanship in writing and arrangement. [Oct 2002, p.104]