There’s nothing to dislike about their creeping dread, but it’s hard to engage with it.

While older and greyer, Les Savy Fav's fun, raucous and occasionally silly sound remains largely intact. [May 2024, p.103]

Mug Museum emerges as another low-key intelligent pop gem from Le Bon.

Much of the album refuses to stick, drifting from one similar-sounding song to another.

CATCS have matured during their absence, yet continue to burn with whatever inner flame drives Bonney and his rabid co-conspirators.

Despite the eclectic background material, it feels like a consolidation rather than a development.

It’s this feeling of moving on from traditional folk at the same time as she pays tasteful respect to what’s come before that marks Tricca apart from many of her more celebrated contemporaries.

His band’s music has a stylistic affinity with Glasper’s Black Radio albums, melding jazz, R&B, funk, hip-hop, and neo soul into an unclassifiable hybrid that dissolves musical barriers.

This 14th offering is less reunion comeback, more business as usual. It's an album which follows a similar blueprint to most of their others. [Dec 2025, p.101]

Send A Prayer My Way exceeds any expectations, no matter how lofty. [May 2025, p.102]

Bajas Fresh is an unapologetically chilled-out album for the horizontal of body and the expanded of mind. See you down the ashram.

Twenty five years into your career, Dear is proof that heavy not only still rocks, but that under your [Boris'] charge, it is unlikely to get boring.

Emotional Mugger might be the very first glimmer of repetition in Segall’s collector-boggling discography. Enjoyable, chaotic, but occasionally lumpen and familiar.

There’s not much more than half-an-hour of original material here, but there’s a quality to the stories in these songs.

Lovely touches of deep soul back up the outstanding Nothing Feels The Same Anymore (reminiscent of Phoebe Snow singing Sam Cooke), and there’s a percussive and piano-driven backdrop throughout that makes this Sexsmith’s most rhythmic disc.

The results, mixed by Foster, are a broken, heady collage of cracked reflection and ramshackle cabin confessional. Acoustic ballads such as Soy Un Hombre are draped in luminous opiated frazzle, while The Whores Above recalls the most melancholy Alex Chilton psyche-trawl, reaching a desolate low on funereal closer The Knife.

Close your eyes and you can easily forget this fella is 84. [May 2024, p.103]

Dirty Projectors have released their career highlight to date and already one of 2017’s best. Encore surely.

This is primal, bluesy and as in-your-face as the clenched fist on the sleeve. At 65, it’s a brave change of direction.

The four-piece have expanded their sound with synth loops and a cleaner production. [Dec 2025, p.100]

"We're blossoming," she sings of a new romance, but she could easily be talking about herself and her artistic trajectory, having pulled off a daring makeover with such style. [Apr 2026, p.104]

Non-Believers offers up a more fragile, exposed side of the songwriter. While the catchy, jangly hooks that have defined Superchunk for so long are present on these 10 tracks, they feel more tentative, gentle--even slightly unsure of themselves.

Given the source material, There’s A Riot Going On was never going to be the sonic revolution that Sly & The Family Stone-referencing title might suggest, but it is an invitingly disparate sound collage that will seduce fanboys and newbies alike.

This is a remarkably confident, intimate and rocking debut. Grunge fans need not necessarily apply.

A welcome return to form. [Mar 2024, p.105]

While the album is relatively low-key and meandering, that’s arguably what we want from The Orb--and hence it might just be the one you’ve been waiting on from them for 20 years.

With enough reference points for old heads to spot and enjoy, but enough invention and melody to stand entirely on its own two feet, To The Bone--with its tales of paranoia and love in the fake news era--is thoroughly recommended.

Get Sunk is a return to the energy of early National. The driving, New Order-indebted single Bonnet Of Pins is a case in point, all vivid and surreal wordplay delivered deadpan till pent-up frustrations burst through. [Jun 2025, p.103]