A fascinating insight into Joe's mind and the last days of The Clash. [Nov 2018, p.115]

Timeless and effortless, it's unmistakably them. C'est Chic. [Nov 2018, p.112]

Sadly though, the pairing of this reflective Rod with 2018's ultra-slick production and some route-one songs often disappoints. [Nov 2018, p.112]

Pleasing, interesting, but not especially gripping. [Nov 2018, p.102]

Often the beats are so clumpy that the vocals are left trying to drag things forward. [Nov 2018, p.109]

The resulting combination, of despondency and dull melodies, makes for an uninspiring take on dance music past. [Nov 2018, p.111]

A66 is made thrilling by the gear change midway through, ditching its Sabbath crawl for a brutal climax. Nothing else quite succeeds in cutting through the downtuned murk, although riffs are uniformly monolithic and frontman Matt Baty's throaty bark is never less than entertaining. [Nov 2018, p.112]

Intriguing abandoned avenues and sketches towards masterpieces. [Nov 2018, p.115]

The Trump nightmare goes on, but these otherworldly lo-fi lullabies provide the perfect tonic. [Nov 2018, p.111]

It's as unsanitised as ever, then, and , as such, makes Mudhoney's continued existence a cause for celebration. [Nov 2018, p.111]

His voice is the one constant, a symbol of defiance against overwhelming forces. [Nov 2018, p.109]

Their second LP contains songs of remarkable quality. [Nov 2018, p.106]

Snow Bound continues to showcase a jangled set of nerves and guitars. [Nov 2018, p.105]

These are songs that do indeed seem to move through another era, from the delightful mournful I Can't Listen To Gene Clark Anymore to the pulse of Roy Orbison beneath Lover Release Me and Dream Dream Big In The Sky. [Nov 2018, p.108]

Songs like Harvester cut through the austerity with undercover earworms, providing a melodic relief you'll long for when the anti-pop sensibility finds its logical conclusion in dreary jams. [Oct 2018, p.108]

The a capella tracks remain their USP, but when they stretch out into the acoustic guitar balladry of the Joanna Newsom-sih Fish, they shine even brighter. [Oct 2018, p.115]

The result is an album that balances sophistication with a satisfying pop sense, and emotional heft with a lightness of touch. [Oct 2018, p.110]

It's an impressive reminder of what made him so special in the first place. [Oct 2018, p.119]

There's an emotional spark here that never goes out. [Oct 2018, p.115]

The album's title is a nod to America's addiction to prescription drugs, while the 21st-century pop production gloss of Actual Pain, for example, hides an inner turmoil. [Oct 2018, p.111]

A promising start, but there's room for improvement. [Oct 2018, p.108]

Somewhat muted follow-up. [Oct 2018, p.111]

Anyone ever touched by the likes of English Rose or Fly will find much to cherish here. [Oct 2018, p.113]

The Toronto group's grunge underworld is floodlit by stadium-sized drums and vast, airborne melodies. [Oct 2018, p.108]

What remains unbroken doesn't need fixing. [Oct 2018, p.119]

A tasteful and delicate record--but one that not quite as much fun as it first seems. [Aug 2018, p.116]

It's heroically earnest and not a little preposterous, but the singer's charisma carries it over the line. [Oct 2018, p.112]

Joyous and rammed with hits: it's worth the wait. [Oct 2018, p.111]