It’s refreshingly spur-of-the-moment on an album that’s let down by constant overthinking and underestimating of her abilities. If Minaj wants to make a mission statement of an album, worthy of this title, she needs to figure out a mission statement for herself.

For the time being their concoctions remain a successful blend of sardonic and mystical, and will most likely win them a stream of new fans.

James and Roddick clearly have their sights set on mainstream success, but are instead in danger of sounding like one of the many pretenders that their first album spawned, rather than smart, subtly innovative band they once were.

The album features far too many flabby hip-hop/pop and pop songs.

It's a cliché to say that an album needs a few listens, but it's true of Plastics, as each new play reveals more depths.

Season Sun is a wonderfully charming mix of interesting sounds and textures, featuring plenty of psychedelic and folk inspired harmonies that will grow and seep into your senses and leave you pining for a spontaneous summer road trip.

As a fully formed whole it's lacking; as nucleus around which a future proliferates and ideas expand, it's seriously exciting.

What makes that record sound so left-field is Cedric’s all over the place vocals and Ross Robinson’s infamously loud production.

LNZNDRF might feel a little esoteric to fans of the Devendorfs' back catalogue, but it's a heavyweight enough effort to hopefully ensure that it won't be a one-off.

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

The Òran Mór Session is for Twilight Sad completists only. If you loved the originals, you'll probably enjoy hearing them in a slightly different style. Just don't expect worlds to shake.

The most vital strand of Sparks, probably, is its quality.

Their newer, glossier pop sheen pedestals them as the makers of proficiently written and intently catchy tunes that are inoffensive and innocuous - and never adventurous enough not to be.

It's hard to decide if what Yeasayer have created with Amen & Goodbye is a case of pop genius, of if the result is a load of over the top, art-rock pretensions. It seems that whether Yeasayer are really the future sailors of experimental indie, still remains to be seen.

There are certainly enough signs to suggest that Twerps can join the pantheon of great Australian janglers, and there is no doubting that they have talent and energy to burn.

Between horns, strings, synths, guitars and all the rest this record is definitely an attack on the senses and shows Urie's knack for constructing a radio-friendly hit, but delve below the surface and it doesn't have much to offer. Certainly not enough to justify diminishing returns for a long running act, definitely not enough to keep me coming back for anything but the first few beats.

These Days... is a messy album: half completely unimpressive and half brilliant; botched skits; combined songs and an occasional identity crisis make judging the album as a cohesive whole very difficult indeed.

Listeners will likely feel as though they've heard much of this stuff before and, while not of it is bad, that sensation does not exactly make for a compelling listen.

On album five, they still manage to experiment and sound as fresh as they were when they spat out 'Seventeen Years'.

Often the vocal melodies religiously, and simplistically, follow the melody of the lead instrument, leading to a lack of interesting melodic counterpoint and contrast, and, in almost all cases, they’re the kind of Sesame Street sing-songy melodies that no one over the age of five would unironically enjoy.

It feels less like album and more like a smorgasbord of everything Kimbra loves, and not in a bad way at all.

Late Night Tales is a beautifully constructed, cohesive compilation of tracks which proves the ascension of Jon Hopkins to the highest level was no fluke.

It may struggle for attention-grabbing fireworks, but Build a Boat to the Sun is completely endearing.

Boronia isn't going to change the course of music history, but it could just make a night of yours a little sweeter.

Although sometimes the journey gets bumpy, and Aquilo lose their way to sleepy filler, they always manage to find their way back to the dreamy, lush pop and rich electronic tapestries that makes part of this record such a triumph.

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.

Light Conductor have made an accomplished album with a retro-futurist sensibility and it is clear that they have moved this project forward under their own terms - long may they continue to do so.

Throughout Mirrors the Sky, Lyla Foy's warm and comforting voice remains the focus.