Enchanting and illuminating, ‘everything is alive’ proves that Slowdive’s pulse is still beating strong.

Together, this project might rank as a career high, a work of breathless yet intoxicatingly accessible complexity.

Healey has delivered the ideal summer album, but it feels as much a gift to himself as his listeners.

‘Jaguar II’ is a compressed listen with only 11 tracks but still packs in dimensionality and texture. It marks a new pinnacle and a denouement of an era for a once clandestine figure now dancing under the prismatic light of a disco ball.

‘Mommy’ is not an evolution for Be Your Own Pet, it is an affirmation that despite the passing of time, we can still be just as vital as our former selves.

In the end, ‘Rocket Power’ isn’t perfect, but it’s definitely rewarding.

‘Learning How To Live And Let Go’ is a beautiful culmination in the XCERTS’ career.

An incredibly engaging and somewhat out-of-body listening experience.

An album of subtle transformation, there’s much to cherish here.

Refusing to take the easy route, ‘Sundial’ can at times be daunting, and the task of following the profound success of her earlier work isn’t an easy one. On repeated listens, however, the project breaks open as a singular work of Black American artistry.

[His albums] are normally produced to the hilt, but here Neil Young sounds more vulnerable than he normally does, and this makes the songs more immediate and personal.

A focussed, unified return, ‘Volcano’ doffs its cap to some supreme influences, while also allowing Jungle to expand, and evolve. Soulful songwriting with a thirst for house and disco, it finds the production duo amplifying their ambitions, and finessing their techniques across a cycle of exceptionally strong songwriting.

In truth, the material does a decent enough job of filling the acerbic, punk shaped void left since their decade long absence.

These charmingly often positive tales are inspiring, yet it’s the combined nature which the producing delivers that makes this album shine.

Devoted followers of Miles Kane and fans of indie music will undoubtedly revel in this fifth offering, undoubtedly finding exhilaration through its live interpretations. But beyond that, it falls short of finding a remarkable status.

‘Prestige’ is an album guaranteed to soundtrack some upcoming sunny days, imbued with fun and genuine passion in equal measure.

‘Euphoric’ sits as a colourful sideways step from a talent we’ve long since learned to cherish.

The brevity doesn’t downplay the creativity. A stunning four-track feast, the only downside is that we don’t hear more from such a formidable cast.

You’re left wondering what impact ‘AUSTIN’ will have on his fans, and on Post Malone’s future work. Is this a one-off deviation, a resetting of the dials? Or will these acoustic templates become his bedrock? Whatever the future holds, this is an album that dares to buck trends, and at its best can be genuinely moving.

Succinct, tightly wound, and often explosive, ‘Magic 2’ adds further ammunition to his remarkable late career high.

A record that stretches the boundaries, ‘UTOPIA’ feels like his finest hour.

On ‘Sunburn’, the American songwriter sounds the most comfortable he ever has, and as a result this sophomore record carves out his own space in the music world.

Overall, a pleasantly harmless album with some clear highlights. However, it will be interesting to see how the US singer varies her work as she begins her solo career.

Held together by a singular sense of purpose, ‘The Feminine Divine’ is at times daring, at others anthemic. Both puzzling and entrancing, it refuses to be hemmed in by past success, reaching out instead for new challenges.

‘Love Hallucination’ is further evidence she’s now one of the label’s strongest artists, and also one of the most consistent creators of the past ten years. She may have slowly left her bedroom and found her way into the club, but Jessy Lanza continues to produce intimate moments you can get lost in.

Snõõper have succeeded in creating an album that celebrates the joy of live music, while not sacrificing any of their energy, originality or fun in the process.

Tense, manic strings chop away at the languid celebration, presaging a gathering storm of noise that reaches its peak only to be plunged abruptly into silence. No neat resolutions here, folks. Onwards.

There’s still the trademark sass and joie de vivre throughout, but this feels like a more mature and evolved body of work from Rita who has shed her skin to show some vulnerability and creativity than before.