Certainly some tracks could use grounding and a smidgeon of common substance to prevent a stupefying hypnosis--but in many ways that's the appeal.

Heartleap works superbly as a collection of songs, and can only serve to extend and preserve her legacy.

Its songwriting and overall conceptualising is definitely miles above the duo's experimental adolescent triple album. ...And Star Power is not an album - it's an out-of-body experience.

The new sound stands up straight as the original iteration, but is backed by the depth of his previous work.

The standard of hook is pretty consistent for the whole album, and there's very little that could be described as filler. It's just that, considering that the whole seems like an exercise in similitude, it's not that easy to get excited about.

The tracks here, whilst enjoyable and (for the most part) produced extremely well, amount to a record that lacks the impact of SBTRKT's debut.

NEHRUVIANDOOM is not the album to catapult Bishop Nehru into the mainstream but it's an invaluable step in his hip-hop education.

It's not a radical upheaval and it's nothing especially new--at least as far as Yorke's output is concerned-- but then it doesn't have to be; he's been pioneering an often-unique sound for so long now that I'm just happy to have some other songs to listen to.



A pleasant, but ultimately unspectacular adventure.

Unfocused in places, it only comes together as a whole in fleeting moments... but those moments are really rather lovely, so there's enough here to say that Lia Ices remains a talented artist and one to keep watch over.

There's a strong sense that Our Love is an important step in the evolution of Caribou. Whatever the formula is, it's working.

This album is never afraid to speak its mind and voice its elastic relationship with love, pulled close only to be pinged apart.

At times it's quite boring, but at times it's very good.

If you want a nocturnal classic packed to the brim with contemporary disco genius, this is the record you need to buy.

He wants to continue to be happy the way he is and that contentment is helping him to produce some of his finest work. For a musician, that's truly unique.

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.

The more you listen to this collection of songs, the more it develops.

Too Bright is a strident and bold statement from an artist who has finally undone the knot of his past. It won't be the record which brings him mainstream success but it will be the record that frees him from the pigeonholing of his bruised and broken singer-songwriter image.

There's some great individual tracks here, but they need their next full-length to be less Jekyll and Hyde and more Laura Palmer and Maddy Ferguson.

Vessel's ambition has exceeded his abilities. By trading in his synth for sheet metal he has lost out on what caused people to stand up and take notice.

Nothing much sticks out, other than a campy nostalgia for an age when indie pop was still novel and there was a thick dividing line between this kind of guitar rock and the mainstream.

As with everything Tennis have done to date, it still sounds very light; the percussion, as usual, is kept unobtrusive, and Moore's vocals never threaten to bubble over into a snarl; you can't help but wonder what they might sound like with the shackles off, but perhaps that's to miss the point.

This is a record created entirely on his own terms, and in doing so he has also produced one of the finest records of his remarkable career.

The second half of Worship The Sun is weaker than the first, it has to be said. And that could just be because the first eight songs (minus 'Recurring') are so damn good.

Minus Tide is a record that lets you recall the best moments from vacations both real and imagined in a way that's better and brighter than the original experience.

Pink City is a richly lyrical and instrumental tapestry weaving new life into traditional folk music by placing it in a Canadian backdrop which typifies her interpretation.

Beats skitter, churn, and bubble with a menacingly magical quality but never do they outshine BANKS' vocals.

It's a tremendous record, that simply, and effectively puts their contemporaries to shame.