Nicolas Jaar and Dave Harrington’s leftfield electronic duo returns with a tremendous LP of varied, complex, yet ultimately soothing psychedelia.

Even though it’s one of Bush's least essential albums, Director's Cut still feels like a breakthrough, slow, spotless, milk-white and ensconced by endless mystery.

It is largely cathartic, but at times the wallowing of Luminol spills over into indulgent melodrama. Understandably so, as it primarily works as a reckoning album, but anyone could tell you “Love will break your heart forever.”

The band is still one of the loudest around, but through all that reverb there’s a sense that invention and progression is close at hand but has not yet revealed itself.

The long-beloved debut of The Mars Volta sees a long-awaited vinyl reissue, which will delight record collectors as much as it will cause their wallets extreme despair.

In pushing the band completely outside of their comfort zone, Cocker seemed to have realized the limitations that working under the Pulp banner had on the kinds of songs that he wanted to write going forward.

As celebrated as Layla was, nobody was crying out for an album-length remake. The Tedeschi Trucks Band has given us something totally unexpected: a reboot that stands up to the original.

Every one of the eight tracks here is incessantly catchy and frenetic, and although English lyric translations are not provided, the guttural German consonants convey their own stark meaning.

On the re-release of her last album What’s Your Pleasure, Jessie Ware completes the package with the second disc, The Platinum Pleasure, a worthwhile addition to an already groovy, effortlessly smooth album.

Five years after its release, Bay Area industrial hip-hop trio clipping. beef up their Wriggle EP with new verses, remixes and some very aggravating moaning samples.