A great deal of thought has gone into these covers, now transferred to her own private collection. That does mean not everyone will buy into some very individual takes on well-known songs, but with soul and body laid completely bare, no emotional stone is left unturned.

As pretty much anyone will tell you, this sound hits more than it misses.

The EP manages to stand alone in its own right, with the seven pieces here each offering subtle developments on that wonderful album's sound.

Some may miss Taylor’s presence and powerhouse vocals, but Slow Club fans will still find plenty to enjoy--and the uninitiated will be able to hear a truly talented songwriter coming into his own at last.

Nadler does what she does so very well. Even on familiar territory, like the dreamy, shoegazey closer Mistress, she's in sublime, beautiful form.

At over an hour long, this isn’t an album to dip in and out of--it’s that rare album that you have to commit to, and let it wash over you.

While the album's last two tracks proper--Go Deep and The Fish Of Little Thoughts--may well have the restive ear agitating for greater variety with their continued gossamer construction and dreamy folk structuring, they leave little doubt as to Snowblink's assured grasp of naturally beautiful melodies formed simply, patiently and organically; Long Live as a whole is the creation that proves it.

The vast majority of I'm New Here sees Scott-Heron looking back on his life. The result is remarkably honest; as he puts it at one stage, "If you have to pay for what you've done wrong, then I've got a big bill coming".

In Search Of Elusive Little Comets is a lean, provocative and utterly enjoyable statement of intent, and belated confirmation that Little Comets, having proven their ability to defy pigeonholing by deftly handling a multitude of diverse musical elements and influences, are a genuine proposition to behold.

Yes, it’s true, the music stands up more than well by itself. But this is an album designed for listenwatching. So listenwatch.

It is the sound of a band entirely comfortable and confident with where they are.

The whole of Entomology should open new ears and eyes to Josef K's thrilling, scraping, clattering greatness.

This collection of quaint, feel-good numbers is not going to set the world alight, but it offers something warm and comforting to come home to.

The EPs are kept distinct on two separate discs. Whilst they vary in texture and mood, they also work remarkably well together, as if representing two sides of the same coin.

Dig deeper and you'll find that Goat has managed to create not just a world of their own, but an album that draws on influences from all over the world.

Castle Talk is their Born To Run, scrappy and brimming with flashes of greatness; it's the album that could very well launch them into a lasting place in the indie rock canon.

A Work Of Heart [is] the positive, life affirming work of art its creator clearly wants it to be. On it Ty feels like an older, wiser brother who doesn’t preach--but who also has your back at all times.

My Finest Work Yet an album that will immediately appeal to Andrew Bird’s long-term fans, and may well attract a few new ones as well.

Clever, original, complicated, sometimes frustrating but more often revelatory, it will, given time, uncover its manifold delights.

As Born Under Saturn reaches its final third, the level of consistency remains high, with tracks such as the expansive High Moon and the almost nonchalant Beginning To Fade both worth a mention.

This album will bewitch with the impact of a classic and sets a benchmark to progressive singer-songwriting that doesn't compromise. Moore has created a thing of wonder.

Fake It Flowers is a very well-accomplished debut, featuring a consistent, enjoyable style, a fully-formed persona and catchy tunes which speak to the head and heart.

It showcases a remarkably assured collection of songs (at times sounding like The Long Blondes do surf-pop--in no way a bad thing) as well as a real depth and maturity to songwriting that dwarfs the offerings of its home-recorded predecessor.

Micah P Hinson is a natural byproduct of his time and place, but he's also an artist with a steady hand and an unflinching eye for the gruesome details.

Simplistic yet perfectly arranged, these songs are quite wonderful and open the way into a dreamworld that is familiar, strange, welcoming and every so often, quite terrifying.

It's an impressive work from a genuine legend and as a response to our current situation, leaves us with a pertinent message: in Bruce we trust.

There is a clarity of musical and lyrical vision here that is rarely found in modern music.

The Psychedelic Furs needn’t have made anything this good. Many of these songs will grow in potency in a live setting (if we ever get back to that).