King Animal doesn't hit as hard as their really early material, but it's well-paced.

[A] mightily ambitious, versatile record.

This record will reward repeat spins generously.

Never pandering to trite post-rock tricks, I Was Here... is pretty damn special.

Without the hands of major label henchmen edging them into the most marketable direction, there's an overwhelming feeling that consumes you when listening to Don't Panic that they've had more time, more room to breathe, and more fun this time around.

It sparkles with invention, creativity, crushing use of dynamics and, when all's said and done, just really strong songs.

A record that pushes the boundaries of post-rock to stratospheric new levels.

There's enough excitement and progression here to make Chasing Ghosts a worthwhile look.

This is a ruthless, heartbreaking and agonisingly profound release from a truly unrivalled band.

It's quite good.

With beautifully harmonised vocals sitting alongside pared-down guitar lines, their lyrical themes of love and loss will hit nerves you never knew you had.

Circa Survive have managed to stay both relevant and utterly compelling – not just surviving but thriving.

Recent records have seen the band veer dangerously close to the saccharine. Thankfully --and despite its dubious title--For My Parents manages, for the most part, to avoid these pitfalls.

The fluidity is back, all the parts gelling easily into a whole.

Though occasionally difficult to digest, 'Harakiri' is nevertheless a worthwhile and intriguing listen.

All the songs here are concise and to-the-point.

The brutality of the breakdowns and throat-cutting growls are balanced by infectious melody and clean vocals, offering possibly their most complete package yet.

This is an album of atmosphere, huge highs, crushing lows, melodies, crescendos and something entirely new that still sounds natural. Stunning.

If world leaders, corporate douche-monkeys and the 1 per cent could just hear Fang Island, there would be no war, inequality or bad vibes.

It may not be pushing the boundaries, keeping much of the stylisations of the band's debut, but the sum really is as great as all of its parts.

It's a record that tells its own story, but its impact resonates far beyond.

Whitechapel are one of the best and downright annihilating bands their field.

A solid if not spectacular release from the king of wail.

A disturbing but utterly all-consuming listen.

A relentlessly insistent, unexpectedly danceable record which manages to be as engaging as it is wilfully bizarre.

Whether regaling us with an ode to a middle-aged prostitute or outlining their plans for solar domination, they're on fine form.

The Fatal Feast might fall short of improvement, but for headbanging, whiplash-inducing chaos there are still few better than the Waste.

Fusing hardcore with metal and occasionally veering off on deranged, druggy tangents, this is an ambitious blend of sounds.