Pretty Years finds Cymbals Eat Guitars continuing their journey as one of the best rock acts around
On Keepsake, the Brisbane artist retains the twinkling tones of her near-faultless Sugar & Spice EP but at points quarries deeper for trudging beats and lurching guitars.
The tracks offer anything from rather close scrutiny of personal matters, to seeking comfort and reassurance.
Staying true to her Rinse FM roots, Katy B’s worked with Geeneus, George Fitzgerald, Jacques Greene and Artwork to create big-hearted pop
It’s the sound of a band smart enough to experiment while maintaining the brutal essence of what makes them so thrilling.
Yip Deceiver remind us - much like their Kevin Barnes-fronted alma mater - that at its core, electronic music is still a hell of a lot of fun
Just as label mates Grimes and St. Vincent broke through on later-career releases that struck a subversive pop note, Half Free does similar work and deserves to be considered on a equal footing to those stellar records
Flitting from jangly pop to country Americana and underpinned by garage roots, House Of Spirits works as a collection of good songs, but as an album?
Recorded in a single eight-hour session, the tunes sound fresh with Yussef Dayes' sizzling and shuffling drums as the engine room.
A year spent writing got the band out of the woods and back on gloriously abrasive form and, despite its uncertain beginnings, Heaven is a beacon of positivity.
It makes sense for the record to stretch over the seventy minute mark, each track mostly improvised and afforded the room to unfurl and mesmerise with quiet purpose.
Django Django’s Marble Skies is a genre-blending spectrum of trippy, dance-fuelled fun. With the band returning to their DIY aesthetic, the collection feels fresh and summer-ready.
Norman Fucking Rockwell! is a graceful portrayal of the singer’s new-found strength and stability, marking what is undoubtedly her greatest record to date.
Myths 004 is an outstanding record that continues the innovative work of Le Bon and Cox, while keeping us guessing as to what comes next.
The trio are as impassioned as ever, intent on bolstering their already-incendiary legacy. And that’s precisely what they do, unleashing a scorching set of razor-sharp punk-rock that puts killer hooks and powerhouse choruses at its heart.
The sort of luxuriant voice that deserves its own dressing room, backed with rootsy percussive acoustica, sustained guitar harmonics and music box effects... Rapturous ambient pop
Listening to their music is akin to riding the bright side of a wave only to plunge into the shadow on the other side.
Frankie & The Heartstrings' latest is decent enough, but essentially more of the same, and ultimately a bit forgettable for it.
Lurking underneath all those ever-so-slightly detuned, drunken guitars and drawling vocals, Salad Days is a wealth of properly-timeless songwriting
Danny Wright gathers Stephanie Phillips and Grant Bailey to discuss all things IDLES.
V is an immersive but pretty damn trying listen, one that seems less interested in offering solutions for the downtrodden than it is in dragging them down with it