Neither hot nor shit; it's one of those albums you might buy on impulse and be neither disappointed nor overwhelmed by.

That's quite a timespan, though, and it does mean that one minute you're reeling from the hormonal stench of a roomful of anguished shoegazers and the next you're surrounded by happy little Japanese girls wearing anti-gravity shoes and doing Steiner dancing with wafty pastel banners. But that's just as it should be.

We hear a lot of different sounds, but are never left in any doubt that they flow together with such fire and skill that you feel they could knock out a freeform jazz number and still sound like the same band.

It Still Moves is the kind of album that can inspire both wonder and respect in equal measures.

There is absolutely no doubt that this is an important album.

A glorious triumph.... The Decemberists deserve to become your new favourite band.

Anyone with any vague taste in good music needs to own this album, right now.

Overall, it's another great GBV album that continues to spotlight the Pollard's staggering work of genius.

There is a monumental feeling of strength and courage in their music that is impossible to deny.

Ha Ha Sound is occasionally brilliant, often adequate and, on some tracks, so bizarrely irritating that the mind boggles at who Broadcast imagine would actually be interested in hearing them. So, in summation, an almost essential album of largely inessential tracks.

A record that is rich, varied and a little crackers as well, Lovers will certainly stand as one of the best debut albums of the year.

For what it is, it may in fact be quite good. But, to her discarded fans, at least, she's given the ultimate finger.

I can’t recommend this album strongly enough.

The "perfect sounds for the summer" tag might cause a battle with The Thrills, but I do believe The Tyde have a fighting chance.

After such a wonderful introduction, however, the rest of the album devolves into a strictly hit or miss affair.

In keeping it complex, shy and out of the ordinary, Broder has accomplished a composition of delicate and post-modern-day-genius proportions.

Liam Lynch is about as funny as the plague, and even that had its moments in Monty Python. This doesn't have any.