There’s the bones of at least three spin-off albums within its grooves. Yet, this constant shapeshifting means that there’s much to be discovered and loved here. Sounding different every time it’s played is the mark of a great achievement.

Warpaint appear to have found a sonic texture that befits their knack for writing elegant, sinuous songs, so for the most part the album flows perfectly.

Evans The Death have come of age and produced an album that sounds like them, only lots, lots better.

Those expecting freedom and discordance may come away disappointed, but this is, none the less, a driven and impressive album from a band in fine, but different, form.

It is a storming electropop record taking account of the times in which we live but fighting them with positive energy. His music is as strikingly relevant now as it was in the late 1970s, the creative fires burning brightly in the relative darkness.

This is a definite progression from their earlier material and if this is an indication of where the band is ultimately headed, then Exploding Head is likely to be the first of some very exciting albums.

Wainwright and Ronson come together with a well-mannered tightness and proficiency that, at best, astounds.

Although Storytellers' qualities imbue it with sufficient class to shine forth from the background (in much the same way as Air's Virgin Suicides score, perhaps), its gentility and decorum are so consistent that this is an LP that needs to be sought out.

This then, is a solid album of phenomenally crafted songs.

Best of all, it’s an album that cuts all the fat – it’s just 11 tracks long and there’s barely anything that feels like filler. Even the more generic sounding rockers like Waiting For Stevie and Running have a palpable energy about them that will no doubt make them firm favourites on the band’s upcoming stadium tour.

Back to basics and back on form.

This integration of sounds and styles confirms Irreparable Parables to be a quietly powerful statement from an artist who has proved he can broaden his sound with confidence and conviction.

Assume Form finds Blake sonically in a state of equilibrium, having found two niches over the course of his career that suit him equally well. They complement each other well, and as the record ends with the soothing but wry Lullaby For My Insomniac.

It is, amazingly, surprisingly, spectacularly, their best record yet.

There’s a sprightliness and a captivating agility present throughout this album, even in its more reflective and graceful moments.

On that first listen, then, Fits is unlikely to come off well....By the third, you're clamouring for tickets to see them live.

The Moon Rang Like A Bell is a triple-jump forwards for Hundred Waters.

Lost Girls is hardly uncharted territory, yet Khan manages to embolden it with her canny narrative, some truly beautiful sonic touches and her trademark gorgeous harmonies.

Endlessly listenable and beautifully performed, Algiers is another fine entry into this dependably excellent band's catalogue.

This album feels perfectly formed as it is though.

Ultimately, First Demo is far more than a historical curio, it’s the sound of the band in a period of furious creativity and evolution.

Alive As You Are is what west-coast rock 'n' roll is supposed to sound like.

Song For Our Daughter is a return to what made her so widely admired. These are songs of undoubted depth and longevity that can provide moments of relief and solace to those in need.

The album also reflects the rebellious nature of Haiku Hands, throwing two fingers to the male establishment through a sound which is provocative and tantalising, one which sets about establishing them as a new powerful female voice in the era of explicit pop.

May well be Tempest’s most enduring work to date.

So, leaner and more focused than their free-wheeling debut, Sweet Sour is a little gem in a sea of tired guitar bands looking for "something new."

Harmonium could quite easily have been a sterile exercise in musical pastiche. What The Soundcarriers have turned the album into is a living, breathing entity that restores the listener's faith in music.

This is thrillingly visceral music that could bring Mannequin Pussy ever closer to crossover success.