As the result of their impassioned musicianship and disciplined songwriting, this band has always had go-to credibility; with C'mon, they've raised the bar higher still.

The easy, carefree atmosphere is extremely effective; the songs’ warmth of proximity makes each better than it would be if heard alone, resulting in an album that somehow transcends its simplicity and becomes something of remarkable beauty.

A poignant and powerful collection.

Saturnalia is easily the best album I have heard this year and will undoubtedly be included in many a year end list.

Not only is Keep it Hid a very good album but it’s an album that contrary to popular belief, should not be ignored.

Three Fact Fader is an impressive sophomore effort. Engineers have created a winning combination of English pop/rock.

Lift Your Skinny Fists… told a story, included more extremes in volume and emotion, and added vocal samples. Yanqui, thus, is more subtle, more restrained. Yet it's also more moody, more cerebral, more intense.

Chock-full of catchy songs, off-kilter melodies, and A.C. Newman’s clever lyricism.

Morgan is back with Loscil's fifth album, the somber Endless Falls, his most austere and least cluttered album yet.

A ten track album sequenced as two sides, with short introductory ambient noise pieces in slots one and six, the tracks drone on long and stand tall together, creating a monolithic listening experience which feels both constantly building and already there.

The second half of the album wallows in the shadow of the first, unable to conjure the absolute majesty of the first four tracks.

Whilst The Jean-Paul Sartre Experience canon is far from consistent and most of us might not regularly play much beyond the sublime first CD/LP of this compendium, there is much to be (re)discovered here that vintage Flying Nun label fans can certainly not afford to live without. A heartily-fulfilling curate’s egg, in short.

This isn’t the same set of music each time out, no, instead it’s a sincere evolution into something that all can behold. Many would be smart to learn from this band because they’ve obviously got “it” figured out.

Where Asobi Seksu's first album seemed rushed, a little too experimental, and at times too loud, Citrus brings the right amount of noise, swirling affects, and sound balance.

Although as a whole Farmer’s Corner might lack a little of the respective earthiness and girth of more strictly acoustic and more amplified Wooden Wand releases, it achieves the clever feat of traversing a wide range of territory whilst sustaining the feeling of reclining comfortably in one location.

It is a well-written, solid debut that should at least establish the band a fanbase and give them time to work out some of the imperfections.

Pawn Shoppe Heart is a pretty kick-ass rock n’roll record.

This is quite possibly Explosions in the Sky's finest moment. Buy this album now and be ready to have your life changed.

Despite the extremely strong sonic points, most of the album falls short in the songwriting department.

It’s the best batch of songs he’s had in a while.

Not a record for the faint-hearted then but one which certainly casts a commanding spell.

Somewhat predictably there are a few misfires--like the distracting “A Swamp Dog’s Tale” (featuring spoken word rambling from guest Lincoln Barrett) and the detuned-skanking instrumental “Dance Of Dirty Leftovers”--but overall the quality control is commendably high for a band still so young. The potential for something even more finessed--though no less barbed--next time around is clearly apparent. Until then though, this eponymous entrée is a stealthily impressive long-form introduction.

The self-titled album brings the listener into a glorious sound world of first rate noise-pop and never lets go.

My major complaint with the album is that the songs are far too short to provide an optimal listening experience.

The band's eponymous debut is a classy, memorable, and swooning collection of sophisticated pop.

With only a couple of real missteps--that could have been eliminated by a less democratic division of songwriting labour to cut the tracklisting to a tighter 12 or 13 cuts--this first (and hopefully not last) Monsters Of Folk release happily proves that super-groups can be greater than the sum of individual parts, when kinship overrules narcissism.

Whatever it is that Finn has done in his lifetime to create such a compelling album is wondrous; he has taken the natural gifts from his father and paired them with his own musical capability.

Like every other album, there are the trademarks we've all come to grow and love from the band and by the end of this, all of the most loving adjectives one could shower on an album will be spread all over The King of Limbs.