Womack updates his material for the 80s, creating grown-up sensual soul.
Pip Brown’s overdue second LP is as tight and catchy as a baseball mitt.
A set of contemplation and catharsis, maintaining its emotional grip for a long time.
Radio-friendly country fare, exceptionally produced but lacking originality.
Modern-day dub with authentic depth.
Krog is on absolutely top form, while Hallberg sounds just like himself.
Seventh album of darkly rockin’ blues from Londoners channelling spirits of New Orleans.
The incomplete ‘incidental music’ for Alceste, conducted with liveliness and sensitivity.
Debut album from a band that probably relishes getting on as many nerves as possible.
Third album of gruffly sensitive strum-pop from tousle-haired Italian-English Londoner.
One of the most inventive and transgressive albums you’ll encounter this year.
A fine fifth album from the Brighton metallers, set to stand the test of time.
An elegant, charming and quietly profound record.
Rotten returns with a curious mixture of rage and nostalgia.
Dexys are back with wisdom and wings. Some of us never doubted.
The Australians’ hybrid soul and funk sound continues to impress.
A collection of mature and addictive tracks from sisters doing it their own way.
The truth about Regina Spektor is that quirky isn’t the half of it.
NME’s Album of the Year for 1992 reissued with a wealth of worthwhile extras.
Sarah Joyce covers male songwriters both culty and canonical on album number two.