It’s about time. Electronica merchants Fujiya & Miyagi, formed in 2000, have finally come up with a winning formula eight years into their career.

Probably a track or two short of being a stone-cold classic, Our Love To Admire nonetheless makes for hugely rewarding listening.

To paraphrase Jarvis, you’ve got to wonder what exactly Hard-Fi are going to do for an encore--cos this is hardcore.

Twilight Of The Innocents re-announces the group's commitment to melody and proves they have successfully re-ignited their creative spark.

Umpteenth Jack White side-project finally comes good.

Hallelujah! Grunge legends stand the test of time.

Twee-sy tiger! Omaha act mix up their newest record with more attitude but still stay true to their original style.

Sensuous showcases a more playful Cornelius than we’ve seen before.

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

Four middle-aged men discover a dance element to their music... and it’s good!

Widow City is wordy, nerdy, and throws in everything but the hurdy-gurdy.

Emo heroes reveal their inner Brian May.

Melody takes precedence on Roots And Echoes, and this makes it stronger and tighter than The Coral’s previous releases.

The Belfast cowboy keeps on making quality records

Released on the web fully two months before it hits record stores, Bloc Party’s third album is as gleaming and hermetically sealed as one of Kubrick’s monoliths.

South Carolina rockers make big music.

Cyndi’s lost touch with the zeitgeist a bit, and parts of this sound like she’s trying to keep up but this is generally a really good record.

If you take a chance on just one record then make sure it’s Take Me To The Sea as it’s possibly the underground triumph of the year.

Hobo Journeyman enlists the help of Nick Cave, KT Tunstall and Ruby Turner to deliver winning album.

Missing, thankfully, are the twee Paulie-isms that often insult our intelligence, making Memory Almost Full that rare thing, a modern-day Paul McCartney you can listen to without wincing.

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

If it ain’t broke you may smear it with red lipstick and back-comb its hair. But do NOT fix it.

With big choruses, pristine production values, sing-alongs, and much lovelorn balladry could it be that Devendra Banhart is about to cross over?

Their sunniest record yet, Campbell and Lanegan continue to impress with this short, but sweet, mini album.

Jack the volume up and let Fields suck the air from your lungs.

West works because it juxtaposes a sense of vulnerability with a desire not to stay down for long, and is tinged with a sense of realism not always present in her rivals.

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

Imagine an amalgam of The White Album, The Kick Inside and Professor Longhair, all conceived as an off-Broadway extravaganza directed by Julie Taymor.