Author: td-sub

James Blake still wanders the hinterland between his EPs and his albums, between critical acclaim and Mercury nods.

Zs' music draws both minimalist composers, but also from a heritage of noise and no-wave and eschews any sense of cloying academia.

Sucker is like Glamour magazine: a jolly, disposable dose of girliness that the boys can have a cheeky flick through too.

Canadian Night Slug-er Egyptrixx clatters and clangs with metallic menance on his new record.

The most Belle & Sebastian-named record ever Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance calls to mind latter day Simpsons.

Jape's new record, This Chemical Sea, is a fine addition to the Egan œuvre full of hooky grooves and dancefloor existentialism.

Listen after listen, Viet Cong's self-titled debut is an absolutely joyous (if intense) journey, where angular riffing shifts to warm fuzz while cooed pop vocals shift to Spencer Krug yelps…

Panda Bear Meets The Grim Reaper goes hard on the gooey soulfulness underneath the swirl of Lennox's unique soundscapes.

Ariel Pink's melodramatic carnival of gonzo-pop work-outs are tiring to swathe through but eventually worth it.

Having already validated feeling 22, Taylor Swift's 1989 is a rigorous catalogue of insight on feeling 25.