beabadoobee returns to the live stage with confidence, purpose, and a feverish crowd.
Britain’s best band are braver, bolder and even better on a third LP only held back by uneven sequencing.
In a sea of similar UK art-punk outfits, Squid’s debut makes its impact via cohesive unpredictability and greater hooks than its contemporaries.
The blackest sheep of The Strokes’ discography turns 10.
Chris Baio’s third solo album is just fine even though it seems like the individual ingredients should add up to a more interesting record.
And now: the headline acts.
Back once again!
Everything else this year was terrible, but at least the music was fucking fantastic.
Neil Cicierega’s latest madness is a lovely reminder of a bygone age… of, like, six years ago.
Fake It Flowers is a promising debut LP that nonetheless sees beabadoobee remain frustratingly on the cusp of greatness.