Middle-aged indie jinks for NYC mainstays.

Long lost treasures from the boss.

High prince of bad taste delivers unexpected meisterwork.

Emo heroes reveal their inner Brian May.

Pop chanteuse lets the sunshine back in.

The beautiful skeleton of a shoe-gazing album.

Chill out maestros prove they have some different tricks in their locker.

Mathangi Arulpragasam delivers intriguingly fluxed up genre bending third album.

A mesmerising, love-lorn, tear-soaked magical mystery-Jet tour.

Stop me if you think you've heard this one before.

Kylie sticks to formula, makes half decent record.

They do make em' like this anymore.

Country diva channels marriage break-on first LP in nearly a decade.

The New York duo make experimental electro pop that works.

Astonishing new album from ex-Immediate wunderkind.

Modfather gets his weird on.

Hallelujah! Grunge legends stand the test of time.

South Carolina rockers make big music.

Genius robo-funk opus from worthy-of-the-hype OutKast protege.

Umpteenth Jack White side-project finally comes good.

Mark E. Smith successfully negotiates that difficult 28th album.

The 'New Springsteen' comes of age.

Former 10,000 Maniacs frontwoman channels Alice In Wonderland with tingle-inducing results.

Sigur Ros frontman goes it alone to exhilarating effect.

Lurch into odd-ball avant-pop almost pays off for UK eccentrics.

Classy Copenhagen act unveil penchant for pop.

80s-centric brooklyn trio deliver complex second album.

Electro-pop wizards deliver cracking third album.

Dance-punk act up the ante and make play for music's top table.

Brummie Rockers offer electro-led punch in the nose.

New York prepsters stick to their Paul Simon-goes-indie formula on successful second album.

Pretty much every song on Straight No Chaser is a future pop anthem of powerhouse proportions.

A sophisticated gentleman does a poo.

Dirty dance-diva bundles new EP with reissued album.

Easy listening princess goes indie-goth.

Love as a battlefield.

Here’s Johnny! Marr forces Jarman brothers out of their Crib.

Mid-career retrospective captures SP’s inner conflicts.

Scots veterans turn up the orchestra knob and rock.

Strokes frontman ditches leather jacket, reinvents self as DIY Gary Numan.

Canadian sisters examine love's deceitful ways.

The People’s Princess pleases with Her catchy generic pop

White hot rockers give two fingers to difficult second album.

Pop go the classics with Sufjan Stevens.

Another dose of brilliant pop parody from the NZ twosome.

Third time's still a charm with Philadelphian prog-folk contingent.

What happens when you cross Mazzy Star with Sleater Kinney? These boy/girl newcomers have the answer.

French Smoothies return to lunar landscapes.

Soft metal album that challenges Whitesnake, Bon Jovi and Van Halen. Funny...I think.

Revered outsider artist makes move on the mainstream.

Nutty Boys regain former glories in full.

Strangely moving robo-pop from hyped duo.

Emo kids kick up a riot on surprisingly edgy third outing.

Sublime companion to kiddies’ book adaption from Yeah Yeah Yeahs frontwoman.

I don’t care who you are, come up with an album title like that and you get a free pass.

Grime champ steps up to the mark with career-best record.

Manics mine Richey’s last words for a return to the heart of darkness.

Dance duo up their game on multi-packed, multi-contributor return.

It’s the closing triptych of quasi-classical numbers--the aforementioned ‘Exogenesis’ sequence--that transports Muse to a place beyond parody.

Brendan Benson expertly assembles pop music using the manual.

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.

OAP releases best live album ever?

Karin from The Knife makes desolate but inspiring dance record.

Dark things stir beneath the surface as alt.country figurehead Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy releases umpteenth solo record.

Grand old dame delivers stunning Hal Willner-produced extravaganza.

Though this hook-up frequently pushes at the boundaries of plausibility, there's lots about Scream that makes perfect sense.

The rave revival starts here!

No Line On The Horizon is a mature, tender, reflective record of great musical variety, depth and beauty that could only have been made by four people who've experienced just about everything that life can throw at you.

Thrilling indie jinks from Arcade Fire wannabes.

It's like he'd never been away after an absence of five years.

A game of two halves as Brooklyn world music troop go synth pop on split disc.