They make heavy duty sound collages that rock, roll, and exemplify the increasingly small chasm between bliss and confusion. [#25, p.90]

What makes Tamborello so special is the fact that his music can stand as comfortably in a Kompakt Records compilation as it can in a room filled with indie nerds. [#25, p.102]

There’s a melancholic beauty in the melodies of Zach Condon that conjure a cinematic romanticism.

Stop bitching about never hearing anything new or different and pick this up. [#22, p.94]

Wilco has constructed their most straightforward release in recent memory, which relies heavily on the inspired intricacies of a full-hearted band.

Truly, there isn't anything here that comes close to achieving the anthemic, stomp-along, bombast of Funeral's best works. But this is a different album, and a different Arcade Fire playing to their biggest strength: emoting. [#24, p.88]

Might well be his most brilliant yet. [#10, p.86]

This is a sprawling album of warmth, stuttering electronics and rural psychedelia. [#24, p.96]

Though he has never had just one sonic home, and Modern Guilt is no exception to this rule, Beck is somehow more aware while puffing out his waves of broken poetry as opposed to the casual seed-spitting he has been known to turn to. [Summer 2008, p.91]

An instant classic for lovers of sentimental quality. [#22, p.96]

With the stunning Everything in Between, Randall and Spunt's emergent sonic juggernaut, No Age is continuing to build, brick by brick, a bulletproof reputation for thunderous virtuosity-all without leaning on worthless crutches like Auto-Tune, capitalized formula, compromise and other fakery that divides pretenders from those who set fire to the dustbin of musical history.

There is real joy and loss within these unwieldy song titles. [#16, p.88]

Never cluttered, Drowaton is as compelling as it is complex. [Filter Mini #10, p.13]

An entire record of scorching wordplay, groovy soundscapes, jaw-dropping cadence and Aqua Teen Hunger Force cameos. [#17, p.93]

Relentlessly sultry, with lush arrangements framed by slamming dance beats. [#9, p.102]

Part romantic, starry-eyed shoegaze pop and part paranoid explosions of sound. [#14, p.96]

The only downside to this album is, ironically, its accessibility. [#5, p.90]

An impeccably selected hodgepodge.

Large and epic, but tense and claustrophobic as well, and gratefully, it's as close to Elliott as we've ever been. [#12, p.92]

This is My Morning Jacket's shining moment. [#22, p.94]

Feels more timeless, more effortless. [#11, p.91]

One for the ages, this 19-song compilation reminds us how cool the future sounded back then, when Was Not Was still was. [Winter 2010, p.102]

In context, Rubies [is] just another piece of the puzzle, but it's the finest jewel yet. [#19, p.99]

These lovingly remastered and richly expanded editions of the Smashing Pumpkins 1991 debut Gish and 1993's mainstream breakthrough Siamese Dream soundly prove that the band's place in rock history is firmly cemented.

On Cassadaga, classic sounds are resurrected in a satisfying swirl of country, gospel, cinematic pop, and of course, electro-folk.

These are fully fleshed-out pop songs, rendered weird in the best possible way by an unfaltering ear for found sound and unusual arrangement. [#16, p.92]

This is a rapturous, badass art-punk record that swaggers with as much heart as it does cockiness. [#5, p.87]

Just as strong as anything on The Beginning Stages Of.... [#11, p.92]