The Flaming Lips and Heady Fwends runs the risk of turning into a cluttered affair, but what unfolds is an atmosphere of uninhibited adventure. [Sep 2012, p.100]

His fourth record tempers his languid synth wavering with a playful classicism. [May 2015, p.113]

With no fresh ideas or strong melodies to lighten the mood, [Sadier's] icy hauteur makes for bland and featureless listening. [Apr 2006, p.120]

Respite is offered up by the lilting Don't Go Outside, which reveals a beating heart beneath the conceptual framework. [Mar 2020, p.120]

A couple of the songs are grunge by rote, but the art-rock sensibility gleaned from Weiland's old David Bowie albums is evident in the whispered Hell It's Late. [Oct 2001, p.130]

While the lyrical freedom of Dear Diary, My Vietnam, and Family Portrait is refreshing, stylistically they are less than revolutionary. [Jan 2002, p.105]

Their debut bears the hallmarks of carefully assembled, widescreen pop-rock.

47 minutes of homogenous power pop...

Too much of Feathers sounds like extended noodling jams. [May 2005, p.121]

More of the same firework riffs and vexed vocals. [Sep 2016, p.102]

More often than not his approach feels too clinical to really engage. [Apr 2006, p.120]

So some bad habits die hard, but on every other level Viva la Vida... is an emphatic sucess--radical in it's own measured way but easy to embrace. [July 2008, p.95]

A unique, if impenetrable artists, Vanderslice deserves a wider audience. [Jun 2009, p.132]

It's sprawling beast, but for all its occasional spots of indulgence it's a towering achievement. [Oct 2009, p.115]

The result is gorgeous. [Jun 2013, p.93]

Drew's little-boy-lost whine on the likes of 'Gangbang Suicide' occasionally grates, but the supreme soft-rock anthemics on 'Lucky Ones' more than compensates. [Oct 2007, p.94]

The harsh tones and minimal melodies may not carry universal appeal, but then Kuperus and Miller have always preferred to dance in the shadows. [Jul 2013, p.99]

It feels awkward. [Oct 2006, p.119]

No new ground is broken, but there's an admirable conviction in the way Maximo Park fight their corner. [Aug 2012, p.104]

The music is fabulous, a sublime pulse of Hammond organ, trombone and piano. [Nov 2012, p.100]

Polica have made another good record, but there may never be a Polica album as good as the one inside your head. [Mar 2016, p.112]

For the most part it's a decent but needless reworking of her Compass Point trilogy of albums from the early '80s. [Nov 2008, p.117]

A tough, focused, danceable album. [Jun 2006, p.113]

It's diverting enough but unlikely to gain Sartain significant ground. [Jun 2014, p.119]

The threadbare production which previously stretched ideas to breaking point has been bolstered, adding a warmth to the jangly 626 Bedford Avenue and cocooning the break-up ballad My Japs in plucked acoustics and distant percussion. [Jun 2019, p.111]

Uncomfortably personal, but it sounds irresistible. [April 2012, p.102]

Given an open mind and time to unfurl, Working Out is a wholly absorbing record. [Mar 2014, p.107]

While hopes of stardom might have passed, there are a few minor gems in here. [June 2008, p.148]