The jewel in Scott's creative crown is that he has an uncanny knack of keeping it flowing, even when his beats and tones are jerking our sensibilities to shreds with their cerebral madness.

What's great about this album is they've managed to wield the same monolithic power riffs but make them count, with melodies and ideas way more consistent than before.

As with most such collections you're going to get good, bad and extremely ugly, and this is no exception. The fact it spans three CDs seems a bit indulgent considering some of the material should be consigned to an incinerator never to be heard again.

Essentially, 'Employment' is a very British record; an entirely Britpop creation spawned ten years after the event.

'Wind In The Wires' is a magnificent record full of the language, imagery and sound of travel.

Great pop from a great band.

Miraculously the lyrics never sound like the pompous shite they undoubtedly are. They fit the music and make the whole picture even more laughably and absurdly brilliant.

It's an album that's unlikely to yield any massive hits, but like that other iconic singer songwriter, Joni Mitchell, Tori Amos has survived initial success to end up in a place where she has the space to do exactly what she likes in pretty much the only way she seems to know how.

There's a confidence and a swagger that wasn't there before, Green uncapping the band who can convert his quirky sketches into clever, swinging masterpieces.

This is probably the most adventurous musical journey of Garnier's life.

He has humour and cerebral sharpness in spades.

Easily one of the most essential sessions albums ever released, this, and probably one of the year’s most essential, full stop.

LCD Soundsystem have set 2005's bar very high indeed and they sound like they’ve barely got started.

They've created a world of tender reflection encompassing engaging melodic cycles, pastoral textures, glitchy interjections, acoustic decoration, melancholic strings, loose, jazz tinged drums, lonely horns, yearning guitar laments and delicate vocals: All melded into ebbs and flows that form a coherent universe through songs which all have their own defining characteristics.

He doesn't plunder, he interweaves - stuff gets thoroughly snake-charmed into his densely-packed music.

'The Mysterious Production of Eggs' is unmalicious, delicious classical indie with enough originality to mark it apart, and what it lacks in jaw dropping charisma it somehow makes up for with songwriting and instrumentation of the highest order.

This is probably the record that everyone who bought the Keane album should buy.

I don't know when a voice touched me as wholly as Antony's does.

An eclectic ragbag of influences coerced into great exciting guitar pop.

If anything this year's model raises the stakes on its predecessor.

Simply put, 'Worlds Apart' is a delicately violent piece of art.

The quality is high throughout.

Shimmeringly perfect.

A travelogue of even richer and stranger territory than its storming predecessor ‘Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts’, although, inevitably, there’s more than a sprinkling of dead cities and lost ghosts throughout, to say nothing of the occasional red sea too.

It’s clear that Lemon Jelly have well and truly upped the ante.

No less of a passion-scratched, damp-sheet-scrumple of an affair than its predecessors.

Beautiful, fun, dark, sentimental, gloomy, hopeful music.

It appears to paint from a more kaleidoscopic emotional palette than some of the earlier Stars endeavours.