Minneapolis folk duo Peter Wolf Crier mix things up on their sophomore album with mixed results.
Obscurities he called it, but more like a forgotten treasure trove from all chapters of the Stephin Merritt songbook.
...says Wolf Parade's Spencer Krug of his solo off-shoot project Moonface. Not as good as we'd hoped, either.
Named after the town they're from, Memphis has "some great songs, some brilliant moments", but not quite all adding up to Magic, Kids.
From a Funeral to a Neon Bible and now out to The Suburbs, the long-awaited third album from Arcade Fire has Webcuts feeling right at home.
Impressive third album from these exemplary Scots. It sounds like the Winter Webcuts had... except more productive.
More emotional missives from angry, intense, young American men. What steady diet do they feed you on?
"This is dance music that’s worth thinking about – or, more accurately, thoughtful music that’s worth dancing to". Agreed.
Heaven is here, and if the album is half as great as this review, then The Hold Steady should be counting their lucky stars.
Riding high on the charts, The National have found a resounding voice where "High Violet’s loneliest, weightiest moments feel like shared sorrow."
Ragged fist-pumping fury from outta New Jersey. Named after one of Shakespeare's earliest tragedies. Fact.
Melbourne four piece Otouto prove that art pop is not a dirty word on their impressive debut album Pip.
From Final Fantasy to something more pallettable Canada's Owen Pallett continues to enthrall with his third album which gets to right to the heart.
The unlikely paring of hip-hop and indie rock actual make for compatible bedfellows with Californian band Why?'s fourth full length album.
Bon meets the Bees in this post rock collaboration for Justin Vernon and Collections of Colonies of Bees which results in only a slight buzz.
Well versed in the Bible John Darnielle's Mountain Goats new album doesn't actually require a religious bone in your body to enjoy.
New Zealand indie legends The Clean are still going, well maybe strong is too kind a word, for their new release Mister Flop, er Pop.
XX marks the spot for mixed treasures on the much lauded London foursome's debut LP, an album for the post-sunset hours.
First there was Something for Kate now singer Paul Dempsey has gone it alone and produced something for everyone.
When the dark forces are everywhere who are you gonna call? England's staunchly independent epic rock band The Boxer Rebellion? Maybe not after this disappointing second effort.
Avoiding the solo artist's temptation of self-indulgence, Lisa Mitchell imparts some wide-eyed optimism on Wonder.
Will Jason Molina blossom on Magnolia Electric Co.'s third album Josephine?
Eddie and the bruisers return with their third long player of songs about love and hate. And comic books and chocolate milkshakes.
Give it up, or rather give up your gold, for one of Montreal's premiere exponents of indie-pop Pony Up, and their sophomore album.
SideOneDummy, 2008 [9/10] The ’59 Sound starts, fittingly, with a sound of romance and antiquity -- a needle laid to vinyl. A spindly guitar riff echoes faintly in the distance, then suddenly erupts into an anthem. From this point onward, The Gaslight Anthem's The ’59 Sound pulses with warmth and energy forged by the fusion