Through intensely personal storytelling, Black has created something that is undeniably relatable. Whether through shared experience or a basic recognition of the feelings on show, there is a sincere universality in his music.

bar italia unravels the sprawling and playful, yet concerted, development of their sound. Largely abandoning the sketchy, diaristic transitions and abrupt ends so characteristic of their previous sound—and World Music acts, generally—’Tracey Denim’ progresses with relative sonic coherence.

Consistently surprising, fanciful and varied, each genre flip, from pop, dub and hip-hop to rap is traversed with ease.

First Mind is captivating, full of intricacies and influences that should see it celebrated as one of the great albums of 2014.

Half the tracks see the beats surface into formed drums but for the rest the stratification and distortion takes the sound field to new places. Dangerously engaging.

III is definitely a progression for her as an artist. The more upbeat tracks are interspersed among softer, more delicate, heartfelt ones that represent the duality of her personality and also increase its replay value.

Not everything here lands, and at times the raucous performances can work against the songwriting, but when it connects, this album is ready to lay a haymaker on fans.

As a whole, the album seems to rally against the instant gratification which is a main feature in so much contemporary music—this was definitely not made with TikTok in mind. Instead, it encourages stillness and contemplation, rewarding deep listening with rhythmic undercurrents that lure you into a meditative state.

Bring On The Sun’s fascinating sonic tensions never make the listener feel tense. This is cure-all musical therapy for the ages.

Her very personal, almost rapper-like approach to writing and melody is at its best on the LP’s most emotional cuts.

‘History Books’ picks up exactly where the band left off, but with a renewed wind in their sails. Big guitars, anthemic singalongs and bruised and bloodied ballads are in no short supply, while Fallon’s existential lyricism reveals a renewed nuance to his songwriting.

A record for late, empty, lonely nights.

This, their second has already topped the charts over in the US. Why? Well, it's exuberant, bratty and crushingly relentless.er been so fun.

Joyous, pensive, cathartic and hymnal in equal measure, this is the human condition set to music.

Definitely for the faint-hearted.

His words are stirring without ever being hyper-specific, and can apply to any trying situation that he or the listener has experienced. There is a connection with him through his delivery, which maintains the modesty and gratitude of a person just genuinely trying to figure his way through life.

As a collected body of work At.Long.Last.A$AP is far from dreadful, but taken as a whole it lacks the elements of depth and star quality that--having set the bar incredibly high with his debut--many expect from A$AP Rocky.

Fifth effort Depression Cherry is no different, and whilst haters could accuse the duo of being a one trick pony, you must ask yourself if you truly care when the pony is so damn gorgeous.

It all adds up to a set of hallucinogenic songs that sound like they were spat out of another dimension. A truly special record from a band you need to keep your eye on.

Ed’s voice is at its finest--effortless and addictive. It makes you want to listen to this gem all over again.

The Curved Line is a robust collection that finds McKeown going from strength to strength.

Radwan Ghazi Mounmeh and his cohorts have managed to make a record which communicates across the bounds of culture and time.

This is an album that continually surprises. Rarely has the bleak mid-Winter been so inviting.

Blessed with wisdom and a rare sense of poetry, Weem finds De Rosa revelling in glorious dis-connection from their roots.

It wraps you up like a sunny day in the middle of no where. But Lynch is never far from a party, and every moment of this record is glazed with fun and pop and excitement.

The impact of his earlier existence as a jazz player also noticeably infuses tracks ‘Betelgeuse’s Endless Bamboo Oceans’ and ‘Ode to The Pleiades’, attaching another rich dimension to this record.

This feels like an important record, one that opens up a conversation that has largely been excluded from the mainstream for much too long. Above all this, though, is the sheer marvel of the musicianship, the endless innovation, the continual improvisation that makes My East Is Your West such a surprising, and truly enjoyable listen.

The three piece are as creative and alluring than ever before, and it solidifies the band’s place at the top of their game. Through wide-eyed vulnerability and reflective song writing, False Alarm is a game-changing record for the future of indie-rock.