Yasuda provides most of the brightest moments with a new wave/elecro style that wrings real delight from revelling in pop art/trash. [Oct 2003, p.116]

Another Spiritualized album. Another great Spiritualized album. [Oct 2003, p.120]

Songs, without exception, are well crafted but more often than not collapse into cloying jauntiness. [Dec 2004, p.153]

Ol' Frank hasn't had this much twisted fun since 1994's Teenager Of The Year. [Oct 2003, p.111]

Sees them attempt the same move The Charlatans made with their last LP, but less successfully. [Jul 2003, p.111]

As ever, BBR's absinthe-flavoured acid drops give you a great deal more to suck on than the rest of pop's confectionery selection. [Mar 2003, p.112]

Another wildly implausible Shaun Ryder comback. Just when we needed one. [Aug 2003, p.98]

They run out of steam completely towards the end.... But there's still plenty here to justify giving up your heart to that simple chord all over again. [Sep 2003, p.110]

The musicianship lifts Sad Songs... even further into the realm of the extraordinary. [Dec 2003, p.133]

While Chain Gang Of Love only lasts 33 minutes, it still outstays its welcome. [Sep 2003, p.100]

It's all done with such obvious love and affection and literate craft that Rouse has gone and made one of the albums of the year. Even if the year is 1972. [Oct 2003, p.114]

Under the direst circumstances, he has painted his masterpiece. [Album of the Month, Sep 2003, p.96]

Despite some inventive electronic tinkering, the pose wears a bit thin through repetition. [Sep 2003, p.98]

With strictly 1978 sleeve and clothes, and no new ideas, they just don't matter like their models did. [Sep 2003, p.97]

It's arrogantly risky. That's their best feature. [Jun 2003, p.100]

This is berserk, this is brilliant, this is now. [Nov 2003, p.107]

A slight disappointment. [Oct 2003, p.124]

Strange, though, that we yearned for Pollard to treat his songs properly when he tossed them off as lo-fi sketches, but now they arrive as crafted, completed stadium anthems, that faint whiff of underachievement remains. [Sep 2003, p.102]

"Never Too Late" sounds like an unhappy mix of Randy Newman and Arrested Development, and sometimes Franti sounds like a clap-happy Seal. [Jul 2003, p.130]

A sinewy mix of punk, dub, soul, good tunes and classic guy-rock. [Mar 2004, p.87]

The good news is Young has found himself a different kind of voice and some fresh inspiration. [Sep 2003, p.116]

Makes you want to chain-smoke while swigging a quart of Jim by the neck and taking agreeable houswives to stud. [Aug 2003, p.110]

In a world supersaturated with electronica, Broadcast are nonetheless bold, rare and crucial. [Sep 2003, p.97]

He's dispensed with the grittier elements and plumped for a straightforward US college rock backing, with dismal results. [Nov 2003, p.112]

Familiar, sure, but a highly potent blend of the ancient and modern nevertheless. [Sep 2003, p.98]

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

A triumph indeed. [Sep 2003, p.102]

With Ween, nothing is done by halves. [Nov 2003, p.126]