By listening to it, you are induced to disconnect from your surroundings, and to appreciate and find peace within the chaos of the everyday life and modern struggles. It’s not an isolation capsule, but you’ll definitely feel as though you’re floating to safety.

The growth Lucy Rose has experienced since her debut album is self-evident, she tackles universal feelings with unmistakable poetry, and while at times the album can feel drowned out, the overall feeling is one of understanding.

In an album where everything seems to be allowed, at first it may feel uneasy to understand but dissecting the elements is the key to understanding Physical.

The Gothenburg four-piece now release their enigmatic four track EP Lover Chanting, adding to a catalogue of playful and body-moving tracks from the past decade.

. The more challenging half of the record may still to be released, but judging by the vibrant band on display on Volume 1, we need not worry.

It often has the spontaneous feel of a live show, and Mark Greenberg's unfussy production serves to amplify that rawness.

Beneath their gilded surface, everything here has been explored numerous times by the man himself before, far more memorably.

All in all, this is a solid solo debut form Coco Hames. The lyrics are superb and the compositions are clean.

On Bermuda Waterfall, Savage has taken a real step forward, proving beyond reasonable doubt that he's a fine songwriter; he just needs a little more instrumental refinement, and perhaps a slightly more nuanced understanding of his strongest vocal suit, before he's truly mixing it with the big boys of throwback pop.

Rocket hits enough of the right spots; there are a few really great songs, there are some tremendous arrangements, and it showcases Alex’s versatility and creativity, demonstrating once again that he is full of ideas and unafraid to try them out.

Intimate, raw and captivating; there is lasting wisdom found in In The Hollows.

The result is an influx of psychedelic mania that ends up enhancing his counterpart’s festering lyrical voyages. Random references and non-sensical metaphors aside, Malibu Ken is proof that abstract hip-hop is very much alive.

This is more a record for hardcore fans than casual ones, though there are some distinct highlights.

Less an album than an uninhibited exploration of the primal power of metal.

All in all, Highest Point In Cliff Town is a fun ride as a first album. But sometimes you have to sacrifice a little fun to really dig deep.

Its consolidation of antiquated and contemporary music is generally inventive, occasionally poignant and always entertaining.

The songs get you moving just enough. The melodies and lyrics gently grab you by the ears.

It never reaches for more, and to bludgeon it for achieving its minor ambitions is bizarre practice. It may not leap, but it never stumbles. Calm down, sit back and vibe.

Gunn is a highly skilled rapper, but he doesn't quite bring Supreme Blientele together to be the street epic it could’ve been.

As Cullen's thought provoking and dark lyricism crawls beneath its music adornment, you must unlock it to really appreciate the contrast.

Tremors is a flawed debut, ironic given the lyrical content, but it's one that, when properly explored, does have some brilliant moments.

Noise is another impressive addition to Boris' expansive catalog of experimental rock.

The bag is mixed, and the lyrics often seem a bit familiar, but Sundfør's shadowy contributions to an often-tired genre are undoubtedly unique.

It goes without saying that this is a must have collection that will educate, entertain, and most importantly, remind us of Cabaret Voltaire's lasting influence and cement it in an approachable collection for further generations to delve into.

This is a decent body of work which would actually work well as an introduction to the band for those yet to encounter METZ’s noise to date.

In the end, Lost Friends is a shape-shifting, intimate, and reflective body of work.

While it is never an easy listen, it often feels necessary to wipe Lee Spielman's spittle from your cheek, such is No Peace's front row ferocity.

It makes for a veritable smorgasbord of genre pastiche wherein there is plenty of fun to be had in simply trying to pinpoint the artist or even specific song that is being aped. On the other hand, it also makes for a bit of a hit and miss affair.