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Album Review: The Jesus and Mary Chain reveal their stunning ‘Glasgow Eyes’ – an intoxicating mix of swagger and attitude with just a hint of reflection.

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News: Viji’s debut album is far from “Vanilla”

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Album Review: Oh crap! There’s a new Evil Blizzard album

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If you’re a fan of a real exploration of retro synthesisers and the beauty they bring, like soundscapes with atmosphere and depth that stay edgy and have bags of ambience without, y’know, being ambient per se, Are You With Me Or Are You Against Me? could be just the album for you

A Private Road is a dreamscape, swirling elements of modern electronica, shoegaze, soul and folk into a set on which you really get a sense of Laura while she also remains wraithlike, a blur of whisper and talent at the core

Composed at an isolated lighthouse on the Lofoten Islands, Hjalte’s second reaches inside your chest and doesn’t stop squeezing. Truly lovely

Ambient Layers is quite a trip through the current state of the blissful/emotive sonic arts. There’s so much to burrow into here, experience deeply. Set it on repeat and let it guide you through a whole, amniotic diurnal cycle. It’s really very great.

BIG CROWN. Big. Crown. Roll that collocation of words around your mouth; if you’re a real music lover, you know these guys, Leon Michels and Danny Akalepse, are indeed proper royalty for the love, the care and the level of curation they bring to such a fine stable of artists: The Shacks, Lizette & Quevin, …

Arrogance Is The Death Of Men is such a different creature to Skinshape’s last, Umoja. It’s got that guitar thing going that Will does so wonderfully; lyrically, you can hear the catharsis of this year, the trials and tribulations. It’s a lovely record full of emotion and guitar that helps usher in the end of this year. Win.

Fractal Future Plays sits in a fine line of albums which admit psych to their blend, admire its cosmic clear sight rather than its sensual flood; the romance, the seduction, the perfume of the other just behind the flimsiest curtain