On The Day Is My Enemy, The Prodigy regress to classless acts of self-cannibalization.
Quick reviews of the latest from Marissa Nadler, Silver Mt. Zion, Temples, Have a Nice Life and Maximo Park.
How does it stack against the discographies of these two indie luminaries?
In which we catch up with one of 2013's rookies of the year in Amsterdam.
1988. IT boffins and astrophysicists will remember it as a year of significant firsts.
Cass McCombs' sprawling seventh record isn't the easiest listen, but it's often rewarding.
The Followills are keen to self-mythologize Mechanical Bull as the comeback story of a lifetime, but in truth it’s barely a comeback story of any note at all.
On their third LP, MGMT dive deeper into the surreal psychedelia they explored on Congratulations.
The young London trio's stunning debut ranks among the year's best records.
On the basis of this record, there is a new colossal talent in town.
With their fourth LP, Franz Ferdinand have returned to basics. Pardon the cliché.
Cold Spring Fault Less Youth finds Mount Kimbie broadening the scope of their sound substantially.