> I am Giant. The Horrifying Truth. Sony Music. 4 stars (out of 5) I Am Giant has caught the attention of rock fans curious about Shelton Woolright post-Blindspott, but Ed Martin is...
• Vintage Trouble. The Bomb Shelter Sessions. Shock Records. Three stars (out of five) Fronted by Rock Star Inxs contestant Ty Taylor, the Los Angeles four-piece revel in the vintage, but...
The Close Readers. New Spirit. Austin Records. Wellington-based writer and poet Damien Wilkins teams with Cassette multi-instrumentalist Craig Terris and keyboard player Felix Bornholdt to...
The next saviour of Brit-pop, a new Dylan ... Nottingham's Jake Bugg has been proclaimed as various things since his self-titled album landed a year ago, taking the then 18-year-old straight to the top of the British charts.
Joan Wasser's 2011 album The Deep Field, with its mix of contemporary soul and brooding electronica, was one of that year's best.
Rocking through a raucous set of predictable themes involving sex, drinking and teenage misadventure, the one saving grace of The Pretty Reckless' album is the production values.
Time to empty the pool, strap on the Vans, whack on a bandanna and imagine you are transported to Southern California circa 1988.
This BBC Radio 2 initiative draws in a host of pop artists, predominantly from the UK, to give a contemporary spin to 37 hits from the decade subtlety forgot.
This fourth full-length album from Dan Deacon finds him placing more of himself in the mix than on previous outings.
For every nugget of truth in a great song, a corresponding seam of life experience is commonly found in its writer, and Wellington-based Illinois-born Gary Forrester brings a hatful of both to this Americana-folk release.
Aaron Tokona (Cairo Knife Fight) seems to regard his other key musical project, Ahoribuzz, with a little more abandon.
They may be 16 years into a career that has taken them to festival slots around the globe, yet Wellington outfit Fat Freddy's Drop show no hint of flabby complacency.
"Name one genius that ain't crazy'' is the sort of pronouncement not wholly unexpected from the dilettante with the world's healthiest sense of self; yet on his seventh album, there is overwhelming evidence of the latter - witness the minimalist Wolves, where his wife is compared with the straightest of faces to the Virgin Mary, or that scandalously crass Taylor Swift-related prognostication on Famous, which suggests an artist teetering on the precipice.
Formerly known as Antony Hegarty, transsexual musician Anohni's most recent metamorphosis has been from intimate chamber-pop explorer to political protester via electronic dance anthems.
Clearly, there's something in Perth's water supply, as the city has given rise to its fair share of musical mavericks over the years - The Sleepy Jackson/Empire of the Sun, Tame Impala - and now Methyl Ethel, a trio tethered to a woozy blend of psychedelic soundscapes and melancholy soul.