All [tracks] are grand, and strong-hearted.

Feel their energy flowing through your mind. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Grinderman 2 RMX provides an enjoyable enough distraction but ultimately this is a collection of material that would have worked better as an EP rather than an album.

In The Shape Of Things Foxx, ably assisted by his new lieutenants and always with one eye on dreams of an imagined future, continues to make his most startlingly contemporary sounding music in years.

This is music that transcends the detached nature of its making.

Interstellar easily contains enough beauty to confirm that Frankie Rose is more than just the buzz-scene she once helped create and should provide lift-off into all manner of new sonic territories.

Put simply, this is one of the most exciting live albums to be released in many, many years.

Continuing Hard Candy's pattern of awful try-hard title and 'show the young uns you've still got it' bangers, it's disappointing in its lack of ambition.

While World, You Need A Change Of Heart is pleasing in places, solid it certainly ain't.

As a portrait of a great artist who has never stopped progressing and carving a niche that is equal parts challenging, enjoyable and moving, it does a brilliant job.

A few instrumental passages could have been reined in, while the misguided inclusion of the irritating 'Dark Side' is an unfortunate blight on what is, overall, a cascading and rewarding listen.

It stands on its own two feet and crucially employs a refinement of ideas that proves that space is indeed deep.

A debut so exquisitely tooled I cannot find a thing wrong with it.

Open Your Heart is the most thrilling and exciting album of the year thus far and one that demands your immediate attention.

Once you're past the confusion of any preconceptions, it's a solid rock album.

Ekstasis is ecstatically good.

The more cultivated recording process allowed textures such as strings, Tacular's accordion and Moore's sonorous and charismatic vocals to assume a richness that has not been heard before.

Ceremony's misanthropy has never sounded more genuinely punk.

His vision continues to be as expansive and eccentric as usual.

There are moments when Soft Hills' sound slight; even middle-of-the-road bland. But there's a beguiling soulfulness and a darkness to this record that will seep into your heart if you give it a chance.

Even if some of the album's humanism cloys slightly ... it's reassuring to hear the argument against corporate greed advanced with such forthrightness.

It remains obvious that Wire's sense of wry intelligence and drama remain intact.

More vibrant and engaged with the world than they've sounded at any time since Whatever You Love, You Are.

Instead of a coherent collection of songs, Animal Joy feels like a series of very clever blueprints that, while admirable in form, are often (despite that title), rather bloodless.

For such a self-avowed perfectionist, and judged against the admittedly high standards of his magnum opus, it comes up a little short.

For all this fitful odysseying around, Hukkelberg is never more than three paces from home.

Trimming back their signature embellishments leaves an album that strangely is more focused sonically, but somehow aimless in intention.

A curious listen, Sounds From Nowheresville is akin to having your memory wiped at exactly the same moment an experience is stored in the brain.