Sharply written and softly played, the perfectly bittersweet End Of Love balances the books. [#67, p.87]

As it's continued to grow, Ida has begun to sound almost ordinary. [#67, p.98]

It's all very romantic and swoon-worthy. [#67, p.93]

It would seem the sun has risen over Dead Meadow and the flowers are finally in bloom. [#67, p.90]

You can dance to almost anything here, but between breaths, you'll marvel at his control and the way each sound pops like a primary color. [#67, p.104]

"The Lost You" is a breathless, if unfortunate, peak. What follows are four miserable, mostly tuneless dirges that bring a slow death to [the] album. [#67, p.97]

Once a means to subvert pop/rock formula, the band's abruptly shifting dynamics have themselves become formulaic. [#67, p.97]

What makes the album exceptional is its thematic unity and storybook approach. [#67, p.85]

Pretty and pleasant without ever being especially compelling. [#67, p.100]

This loosening of the reins, ironically, has yielded her most intimate and cohesive album. [#67, p.92]

Only a couple of tracks on Nightbird flicker with any sparks of life. [#67, p.96]

Feels like a product of the past. Not the distant past, either, where at least its retrofits could be forgiven as homage. Lemon Jelly captures electronica circa 1993. [#67, p.102]

Whimsical, immaculately realized music. [#67, p.98]

That Different Days is so listenable despite its flawed nature is testament to Costa and Anderson's wonderful songwriting and shrewd decisions. [Jan/Feb 2005]

Doesn't offer much in the way of anything appealing. [#67, p.90]

All Rise flitters about like an overly melodramatic actor: it might be pretty, but it offers little more than monotony. [#67, p.97]

Any party mix could benefit from the crisp beats, blasts and riffs here, and just because Stereo Total's music is jubilant doesn't mean it's vapid. [#67, p.111]

Where the smart rap of Antipop Consortium came off as quick and cutting, Maverick just seems remote. [#66, p.86]

Gradually succumbs to torpor, with track after track given over to midtempos and pretty-yet-languid riffing. [#64, p.104]

That [M83] achieve My Bloody Valentine beauty through antiquated analog rigs is an achievement in itself. [#64, p.100]

It seems so mild. [#64, p.98]

Only the rambunctious can appreciate the tinny, relentlessly inventive hybridization herein. [#64, p.92]

An occasionally rewarding but often confusing listen. [#64, p.108]

Listening to this breakup-on-tape is captivating. [#64, p.98]

A hungry batch of songs that finds Malin wandering the avenues and uncovering compelling stories wherever he goes. [#64, p.100]

Finds Wilco switching moods, tones, influences and instruments enough to suggest a band on a pub crawl in search of its winterteeth. [#64, p.112]

The melancholia lacks distinguishing marks. [#64, p.80]

The occaisonally infectious hooks keep the shtick from falling into one-dimensional parody. [#64, p.104]