The album endures as a bequest to the bogglement of the ages. [Mar 2015, p.95]

It captures the core of what Jones does. His compositions are always assured, and his playing is never overwrought. [Jul 2022, p.29]

For all his experimentalism, Adamson never once loses sight of the song. [Dec 2008, p.94]

His seventh sees few stylistic changes. [Apr 2011, p.78]

Remembering Now is the deeply heartening sound of an artist recognising himself. [Jul 2025, p.34]

Like the opener, ["Rolling Stone"] promises more than it delivers, but pretty much everything in between rings the bell. [Feb 2011, p.80]

Their second album pulls their punched-up, modernist synth pop into tighter focus while softening some of its sharper corners. [May 2012, p.83]

Their hedonistic sex-dance anthems go down a treat. [Apr 2003, p.103]

Taken on their own, they're slight. The cumulative intensity of the album, though, is something else altogether. [Sep 2025, p.37]

Retains the tweak and squidge of his experimental, post-techno wanderings, but it's meant for feet rather than head. [Sep 2004, p.98]

Though Chasny’s folkier inclinations generally prevail over Six Organs’ equal affection for psych explosions, it’s still thrilling to hear him set the controls for the big red sun in the final minutes of “Summer’s Last Rays”. [May 2024, p.41]

Amply demonstrates the man's craft, the inherent strength of apparently fragile blooms added extra ballast by painterly shades of guitar, piano and strings. [Apr 2003, p.105]

An ample demonstration of their powers. [Apr 2023, p.25]

The result is a beautifully atmospheric travelogue on which their voices and guitars, plus occasional harmonica, are accompanied by nothing more than the sound of the rails humming and a whistle blowing. [Oct 2016, p.34]

Approached with an open mind, it becomes a compelling blend of ambience, minimalism, poetry and devotion. [Dec 2019, p.32]

No frontiers are breached, but Mascis's cracked vocals and melancholic melodic turns only get more affecting with age. [Dec 2018, p.28]

Debris is an astonishing debut, not just for the power of the songs, but for the journey that they trace. [Feb 2020, p.34]

Ultraviolet... demonstrates both purpose and renewed vigour. [Jul 2022, p.25]

“Mr Bojangles”, sung with cornpone syrup by Dylan, here earthily returns to the drunk-tank cell where Walker met its subject, a broken-down, alcoholic tap-dancer his song invests with heel-clicking magic. The tune defiantly climbs, strings waltz and Earle stores sentiment ’til the end.

If rock is indeed dead, then albums like thus are its extended intelligent coda, its sustained afterburn. [Jan 2012, p.82]

Purim blends new material with rebooted old favorites here, applying her lush liquid harmonies and dazzling six-octave vocal acrobatics to voluptuous bossa nova reveries. [May 2022, p.32]

Circular Sounds is a collection of snappy, mildly psychedelic, instantly memorable songs, delivered with an unfussy and becoming modesty.

The result is a fresh and invigoratingly modern take on black music and as far removed from a musical history lesson as you get. [Mar 2013, p.69]

The woozy, lovely songs on their third album now have an unexpected urgency. [Jun 2020, p.34]

Perhaps they should have been more democratic in the past, because this is a terrific record that plays to The Strokes; Strengths and also adds fresh colour to their palette. [Apr 2011, p.79]

The tunes, by now, are richly coloured--there are tasteful flurries of cello, violin and brass--but the centrepiece remains Michaelson's lazy baritone, which makes up in emotional richness what it lacks in energy. Happily, Dan hasn't cheered up. [Jun 2016, p.76]

It's confounding at first, but the more you strain to hear, the more Krell reels you in. [May 2011, p.88]

With Pop Makossa, the music's backbone is exposed--the complexity of the genre, bringing together multiple national musics alongside Congolese rumba, highlife, and later, funk and disco, leads to singularly compelling long-form grooves. [Aug 2017, p.51]