Brooklyn's latest greatest deliver heartbreaking concept album.

Mournful folkie not quite as desolate as usual.

Interpol frontman Paul Banks makes his solo debut with a surprisingly worthwhile side project.

A gorgeous, swoonsome album that electrifies and stimulates in all the right places.

Norwegian masters of melancholic synth-pop get back to basics.

All-star collective make unholy hot-and-sweaty psycho-blues racket.

Concept album about cricket from Divine Comedy and Pugwash frontmen hits the sweet spot.

Surprisingly laidback new dispatch from uptight country rockers.

Divine blues and roots from Americana veteran.

Decent stab at Queens Of The Stone Age rawk from Mrs. Josh Homme.

Weird but exhilerating outing from Williamsburg Hipsters.

Stonking new record from former Lad rockers. Who’d have thought?

Ragged glories from punk's oddball.

Shakey’s long awaited archives box set.

Essentially, the record finds Phoenix doing what they do supremely well – danceable indie-pop with touches of shoegaze guitar and ambient electro.

Assuming they haven’t all grown up by now, Manson fans will adore every dark, juvenile flourish. For the rest of us, The High End Of Low serves as a cautionary tale of artistic regression.

Further mystical adventures from grunge-era Kate Bush.

Brit pop aesthete goes Rawk--sort of.

Snoozy delights from the polyphonic twee whose outright nerdiness is charming.

Widescreen return from Jam wannabes.

Welcome to the (haunted) house of fun.

21-year-old future-dystopian grime DJ breaks new ground.

Good, not great, comeback from epic Mancs.

Quality electro from Canadian groove mechanics.

Raw, beguiling psychedelia from Californian newcomers.

Food-obsessed lyrics tinged with medieval mischief.

NYC art-rockers go in for some ch-ch-changes on excellent third album.

Swedes living la vida on curious new outing.