Canadian sisters examine love's deceitful ways.

In almost every respect, Made In The Dark is an immaculately poised record, the poptronica super geeks at last striking the perfect balance between head and heart.

Jason Isbell, formerly of the Drive By Truckers, releases a solid, sad, gritty new album as a solo artist.

By eschewing the careworn vulnerability so favoured by many female artists, Veirs allows her remarkable songcraft and ornate use of language to shine.

Erudite, Whiskey-Soaked, alt countryish maverick just keeps getting better.

Dirty dance-diva bundles new EP with reissued album.

Metallica certainly have a lot to prove with Death Magnetic, the follow-up to 2003’s "St. Anger," an album which divided the critics and the band’s own audience.

80s-centric brooklyn trio deliver complex second album.

Great ambitious, hyper-real psychedelia.

There are some excellent moments.

Anyone hoping for another "Don’t Dream It’s Over" is going to find Time On Earth a disappointment.

The first new material from New York’s finest avant garde trio since last year’s superb Show Your Bones album, Is Is isn’t a new album, unfortunately.

Session musicians removes salt from the sea!

Good, not great, comeback from epic Mancs.

Trees Outside The Academy is a masterclass of prog drugginess, brimming with sweet melodies and lullaby choruses.

If the last 10 years have taught us anything, it's that Super Furry Animals march resolutely to their own quixotic beat.

A sparkling return to form for a band regarded by many as the great lost hope of the early ‘90s.

The Calling will test your emotions, making you feel glowing and comfortable, then useless and helpless.

Emo pin-ups milk last moments of glory

In a surprise move, Alex Turner goes back to 1966

The beautiful skeleton of a shoe-gazing album.

Nothing Bjork does is ever less than provocative... Just don’t expect to it to force you out of your seat.

Shine is over-ripe with hokey Casio drum machines, soprano sax, and other things that nudge the tone towards easy listening.

For just under two decades, brothers Bubba and Matt Kadane have spent the majority of their time together crafting as near perfect slices of sonic Americana as they could.

Nutty Boys regain former glories in full.

Lo-fi freakster doffs cap to minimalism & screaming chipmunks.

Ultimately, this is less a fully-formed debut than the tentative first few steps of a promising artist still finding her way.

Maybe I've become too familiar with what they’re trying to achieve--but right now there’s nothing here to make me instantly love this record.