Whether they came on board at Daydream Nation or Experimental Jet Set, true believers will relish this one.

GBV have made a record that should please any fan still listening.

A rather haphazard collection of dialogue snippets, instrumental vignettes, and the occasional proper Belle song.

The Private Press does not break ground like Endtroducing... did, but it showcases a wiser, more versatile Shadow, and in many ways it is a better record than its predecessor.

After repeated listens, Title TK congeals into a beautiful little slice of fuzz-rock-pop.

Vapor Trails is a great, straight-forward hard rock album from a band that actually seems to be getting better as it ages.

Maladroit combines the best parts of the three previous Weezer albums: creamy guitar riffs, addictive beats, staple "hoo hoo's" and the brilliant mystique of Cuomo’s lyrics.

Retains the experience of its formative years in the heyday of psychedelic collective Elephant Six, but expresses itself in more of a straightforward manner, with a set of agreeable pop-rock tunes.

A subtle pop album that needs multiple listens and draws upon 1970s soul harmonies as much as it does Lou Reed’s repetitious rhythm guitar.

The album's songs do not attack you with bombast but rather smother you in a slow burn, like gathering frost suffocating a mournful shut-in.

Blood Money should be heard as a complete piece of music -- like watching a play -- and some tracks that might appear thin on their own will be revealed as far meatier in context.

The album leaps between influences of Hawaiian music, classic indie rock, '70s-era orchestration, and country -- all very very delicately, as is Aden's way.

It's an okay album, not nearly as overproduced as Liquid Skin nor as unnecessary as Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline. It isn't anywhere near the stellar debut, though, which is quickly becoming a tag Gomez is sick of hearing.

Despite the presence of a few misses, When I Was Cruel will be well worth the purchase for anyone still trying to work their way through All This Useless Beauty. It's a straightforward, catchy, and of course smart record from the meanest man in the British Isles.

A stark, mostly beautiful but sometimes mind-numbing disc.

A glossy, major-label-sounding record that’s dull, atmospheric, frustrating, and beautiful in pretty much equal amounts.

Rings Around The World takes another twelve bold strides forward, applying the technology explored on earlier efforts like Radiator and Guerrilla and the restraint exercised on the more lo-fi Mwng to a fresh set of songs that stretch the group's stylistic boundaries and provide the young century with one of its first classic albums.

It's great to love an album on the surface just for the hooks, and also realize that underneath there is some true thought going into the concept.

Throughout, Trail Of Dead make off like indie rock legends at the top of their game.

For all its minimalist musical approach and inherent gloominess, Is A Woman over time proves a creative masterstroke.

What is really so special about Gotham! is its infectiousness.

A gentle tremble of an album.

More in the vein of Built To Spill's Perfect From Now On than the latest Doves or Travis albums, Asleep is structured as an epic, almost prog-rock album that, once spun, reveals itself as a comfortable listen, containing a number of classic pop songwriting turns within its vastness.

Insignificance’s length of less than 40 minutes perhaps indicates that O’Rourke is not as serious about producing a pop opus as he is interested in getting a kick out of screwing around with pop song writing.

Sounds how Radiohead should sound live: brutal (the cacophonous sample layering in “Everything in its Right Place”), catchy (the bass line of “I Might Be Wrong”), danceable (the beats on “Idioteque”) and mesmerizing (the simplicity of “True Love Waits”).

It’s hard to imagine what the Plan could do to top Change, but one thing is for sure: growing up and looking forward has rarely sounded so universally satisfying.

A strong, cohesive and surprisingly soulful record.

Comparisons aside, though, the Strokes do cultivate a sound that's enough theirs to make me wonder what their second and third albums will sound like.