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The Mancunian quartet have finally scratched the album-shaped itch that we've had since first stumbling across them a couple of years back. They've kept things simple. Focusing in on driving rhythms, rousing riffs, and lyrics that cut to the core and it’s this killer combination which has resulted in a debut that is both urgent and heart-racing. It’s a record of impetus and vitality. In short, it'll make you feel alive

6 years since Punisher conquered the world, this dear-to-our-hearts indie darling is back with a fresh, heart-rending outing. With Bridgers’ song-writing prowess taking the helm, Lost Weekend's evolution enlists faces both expected and surprising. Alongside her beau Bo Burnham and boygenius sorority are more astonishing features from Godflesh’s Justin Broadrick, American Football’s Mike Kinsella, and Jim Keltner AKA Buster Sidebury – the Traveling Wilburys’ unofficial sticksman, all adding to an exceptional record of unbridled power. 

The London six-piece deliver the goods on this, their long-awaited debut album. Cannonball ricochets around, drawing on an array of ear-pleasing influences which add even greater depth to a record of already dazzling invention.

A dreamy waft of sound from the post-punk progenitors who are just impossible to pin down. After over 15 years, the idiosyncratic project is back & surpassing even its own restlessly innovative nature with a set of atmospheric sonic experiments that drive us into enchanting new territory.

Our favourite Brat swaps her club-bumping beats for guitars riffs, live drums, and film directors on her SECOND ALBUM OF THE WEEK OF 2026! Charli's songs still sizzle with a cognisant snark but now these anthems sound like they're being slashed out by a nihilistic band eschewing all calls for stardom. But maybe that's just what she wants you to think... Wink Wink. 

The Bradford junglist's second full-length of jump-up energisers merges her pummelling rhythms with pop charms, soul swishes, and classic electronica to thrilling effect. Assembling a crack team of producers and collaborators including Jorja Smith, Sampha, and the brains behind the likes of FKA Twigs, David Byrne, Lady Gaga, and Sabrina Carpenter, Nia's bold leap into stratospheric heights has undoubtedly paid off.

Keeping his blues n roll swagger rolling like the proverbial stone, the Motor City man is on mighty fine form as he approaches his 30th year delivering the ROCK. Ripping innovative solos, laying down infectious chops, and busting out those instantly recognisable vocals, there's no doubt about it, Jack's back, baby.

This has come in the nick of time as we've nearly worn our copy of This Old House right through! From hanging out with Marina Abramovic and talking to trees, to the poetic lyricism and seductive atmospherics that make up their debut, these London art-rockers have crafted a magical and mysterious world that we're delighted to be enveloped in each time we drop the needle.

Somehow 4 years have shot by since we were last swaddled in the Norfolk songstress's dreamlike sounds. And this is quite the return, Orton's added an extra layer of invigorating grit to her already deeply expressive voice, additional smoulder to her smoky sounds, and an emotional heft that still packs a punch 5, 10, 30 listens later.

Expanding from the solo project of Miles Goodall into a fully fledged Brighton supergroup, SoftTop layer their indie sensibilities with 70s yacht rock and jazzy flourishes, resulting in something simultaneously pop and catchy as well as structurally intriguing in the process.

We've gone dotty for this lot, make no mistake! And it seems like the rest of the world has too - with copies flying out quicker than you can say "mantra-rock, Dadaist, Pythagorean-Cubist orchestra". Fortunately, their take on microtonal psychedelia played in off-kilter cadences fully lives up to the spotlit hype. We've been ducking and jiving, twisting and diving along like we're partying in the back of their intergalactic vehicle, redlining it to the heart of a distant sun. Hop on and enjoy the ride! 

Former Dinked and AOTW alumni, the Maryland man's distinctive soul-soused sound has been fine-tuned even further on album number 2. It's an open-hearted affair, festooned with gospel harmonies, blazing horns, and that smouldering voice that never fails to melt us into adoring puddles.

13 years after Tomorrow's Harvest, the mind-expanding duo return with a fresh crop of atmospheric, synth-based monuments. Further exploring the dark textures of its predecessor, Inferno submerges us in a hugely evocative netherworld of creeping soundscapes and speech soundbites.

Weaving a heady tapestry of trip-hop, hypnotic psych-folk, jazz, radiant guitars & rhythm sections that unwind like an expanding cosmos, the second solo album from the Radiohead legend (AKA EOB) is as bewitching and mind altering as we've ever heard from him.