It’s the romantic last dance of an album that shows that they’re still the same old Monkeys. Just dressed up slicker and sexier.

Nostalgic, positive and romantic, it pumps new warmth into Copenhagen’s cold and concrete punk movement.

A spectacular, modern take on a classic, timeworn formula.

[Unsound] is as rough, ragged and wracked as they've ever been, the likes of 'Dust Devil' and '7's' pushing needles thoroughly into the red.

This time round, perhaps due to Courtney’s settling down and the addition of Girls keyboardist Matt Kallman, the band sounds fuller and more mature, with a tendency to look forward rather than harking back to the past.

[Once Krug's genius is realized by the world] then riches untold will pile up and allow him to do nothing but make albums like 'Heartbreaking Bravery'.

This debut's sophistication might mean Jessie slinks to the forefront rather than shoving her way to the top, but however long it takes, Devotion marks a new chapter in this future-pop superstar's journey.

Articulate lyrics, brutality, aggression and hot, thick-and-fast sequences that could turn Benjamin Francis Leftwich into a spliff-stealing thug characterise 119.

Some of the best material she's ever penned.

'Lost Souls' is so preposterously raucous it should have the record industry running scared at the point of a pitchfork.

'A Different Ship' is a magnificent return.

It's pretty f***ing awesome.

The Californians still play ethereal tunes that could waft on forever.

An intimate and very British release to cherish and hold close; it also happens to be one of the year’s best so far.

Traps shakes with stoned-in-a-basement riffs and sarcasm.

Spoek Mathambo's mixture of rapid rhymes and genre-melding combining thrillingly.

Sure, this is a great garage rock record--but it’s dreaming even bigger.

It doesn’t quite rank alongside their very strongest material, but there are still more rippling vocal harmonies and gutting one-liners than most bands could be proud of in a lifetime.

It’s intimidating at first, but once your eyes acclimatise, you’ll relish joining them in the shadows.

The zingy, careening pop of 'Do The Right Thing', and the grandiose welterweight rock of 'Teenage Daughter' are their most effective communiqués.

Melody's magic combination of dreamy sonics and saccharine vocals is an inexorable pleasure.

Psychic is perfectly executed, impenetrable.

Bold, vulnerable and pleasingly disjointed, miraculously Night Time, My Time was worth the wait.

Both bewitching and berserk, Featherbrain keeps its creator comfortably in the shadows.

He’s absorbed new influences into the unique framework he creates around his songs, pulling in aspects of house, gospel and R&B to create something alluringly strange yet pleasingly palpable.

Mostly, it's a success.

A sweet, sad record full of wide-eyed wonder and a charming, youthful naivety.

An explosion of Snaith's warm-yet-manic verve, this is euphoria from a new master of the dancefloor.