Her breakthrough record. [#36, p.53]

This is some of the most fascinating stuff that these freaks of nature have come up with yet. [#36, p.62]

Decidedly more up-tempo [and] noticeably more sardonic than previous efforts. [#36, p.58]

An exuberant, modern-day, new-wave joyride. [#36, p.60]

Stands up against Of Montreal's legendary fairly tale oddness. [#36, p.58]

Seems the perfect sweet and sour soundtrack for some yet-to-be-made Paul Thomas Anderson film. [#36, p.54]

Savvy listeners won't find anything revolutionary. [#36, p.62]

Optometry will go down as the album that DJ Spooky nailed. [#36, p.52]

Minor missteps aside, Romantica is a very good album of compelling, original verses. [#34, p.68]

Wilco's most rewarding work yet. [#34, p.60]

Handcream is so fresh, so unexpected and so buoyant in its delivery of peaceful revolutionary politics that it should be the party album of the summer. [#34, p.59]

Imperial Teen keeps it fresh, and the mostly mid-tempo On flavors its bubblegum pop by adding a sticky, erotic center. [#34, p.60]

Contains enough stunned wonder and insular grit to entrance the more hidden nooks of your unconscious for months. [#34, p.64]

A modern testament to what pop savvy, a good record collection and a frustrated libido can accomplish. [#34, p.68]

The Mendoza Line still can't sing or play very well, but that only adds to their exuberant charm, and makes Lost In Revelry what it is--a smart, fun record. [#34, p.63]

Quintessential Church, imbued with an ethereal beauty that characterizes the best of their work.... However, nearly every song runs too long. [#34, p.61]

Everything sounds like it's been triggered by hand and mixed on the fly, practically improvised yet brilliant in scope. [#32, p.54]

A strange and delightful record full of surprises. [#32, p.56]

Through sacrificing a modicum of their dense rhythmic force, Les Savy Fav find new firepower in texture and melody. [#32, p.57]

The voices of Euros and Megan Childs are a breath of mountain-fresh air, while the chamber-meets-country pop summons the spirit of Nick Drake. [#32, p.56]

Showing his trademark deftness at every turn, Mark spins a remarkably cohesive experience out of a large and unique melange of player,s instruments and genres. [#32, p.55]

Esselink's vocals and obtuse lyrics lack any range or variety. [#32, p.57]

Perfect pop, pure and simple. [#32, p.58]

It's so immediately pleasing that the new moves in Stairs' repertoire take a while to sink in. [#32, p.57]

Shifts moods so radically that a single song rockets through a half-century of recorded music. [#32, p.59]

Ivy stays true to the belief that guitar pop can have cool, utopian sounds without bringing in a truckload of keyboards and sequencers. [#32, p.60]

The album disappoints. [#32, p.58]

A record that might've been amazing if the band had only bothered to write some actual songs. [#28, p. 62]