Immunity is a journey to be savoured, revisited regularly in the knowledge that some new landmark will emerge each and every time.

A pop album brimming with imagination, vibrant melodies and, yes, a fair bit of formula.

Tranklements recalls Robert Hood's Motor: Nighttime World 3: both exhibit a confidence and composure perhaps unique to veteran producers.

once Random Access Memories unravels, it is, at its best, pretty magnificent.

Homogenous and slightly predictable, Panorama Bar 05 is not Steffi at her most adventurous.

Too much of the album feels restrained, unable to truly revel in the bliss of melody.

Where many similar hybrids are too cerebral or schizophrenic, his album is impressively tactile, and laced with a genuinely passionate pulse.

His music appears to be the stuff of mid-morning TV interludes and inconsequential memories, yet it ends up plumbing great depths.

Though it's way too long to listen to in one sitting, Grime 2.0 is catnip for the grime fan, and good bait for those new to or curious about the genre.

Such interventions, like the coughing fit that concludes "Brutal," are vital in the fabric of The Redeemer, which feels part art installation, part cri de coeur, but all true--further reason to believe the Hype.

Gordian is a delightful listen, packed with plenty of rewarding oddities if you care to sit down and really take your time with it.

If you're a Sandwell District fan, fabric 69 isn't going to blow your head off. You've heard these guys mix these kind of tunes together before. But you've never heard them do a mix as careful or considered as this one.

Too often, Letherette is synthetic and manufactured, but in those slower, stranger moments it feels like the real deal.

FM Sushi is straighter, painstaking in its own low-budget way and--bathed as it is in a potent fug of despairing melancholy--far more emotionally resonant.

He might have translated his sound into electronics with Excavation, but here Krlic's music feels more wrenchingly human than it ever has been.

Considering the odds, it shows an animated and still vigorous trio worthy of its semi-legendary status.

They massage the album's plentiful organic charges into a sonic puzzle with an almost symphonic reach, one that's as challenging, bounteous, and ultimately unknowable as anything you'll hear this year.

It might be dismissed as dinner party music by those with a hunger for more experimental fare, but The North Borders is charming, fascinating and a touch mysterious.

You Are Eternity is like a long and endless tunnel: for all its twists and turns, you're always in the same sensory deprivation chamber.

The result is bone-chillingly gorgeous, right down to the feverish burst of pop strings that accompanies the final choruses.

While it might be beautiful to gaze at momentarily, by the end of the record it's treading water.

Many of the songs feel like they're improvised by someone with an encyclopedic knowledge of vocal pop music.

It's infectious and almost a little too odd, yet it's totally at ease. In other words, it's DJ Koze doing what he's done for well over a decade.

Miami still isn't their masterpiece, but it suggests they have one in them.

It's a boisterously enjoyable and skilfully compressed journey, and a further evolution in an already promising mix series.

LISm is a sprawl, a circuitous meander, but one in which every second counts.

As ever, there are great songs here, underpinned by sharp, imaginative production.... The problem is that Lidell doesn't go far enough.

It's not long before Punk Authority ceases to feel abrasive and is instead perceived as soothing, continuous streams of sound.