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Probably the year's sexiest record. Mellow, who made it, are half-French and have links with Air. As if that wasn't enough crazy cosmic links, it's from top video director (Strokes, Moby) Roman (Sofia's brother) Coppola's debut, a cross between Barbarella and Breathless. This slinks and purrs like a baby tiger trying to work out if drowning in baby oil is an acceptable pastime. Hung up on '60s cheesiness and Gallic guile, it's like Moon Safari on a mission to Mars. Only it keeps getting caught in the bedroom. With Modesty Blaise. And a young Anna Karina. I'm projecting now. Anyway, stupendous.

Space-punk brilliance

Two-CD, twenty-seven track, best-of from his seven Creation albums, 1987-93

Greatest hits of the big beat pioneers, weighed down by famous friends

Catch-all NYC trio's long-overdue follow-up to 1997 debut National Chain

NY's latest show daring diversity

Imagine Stephen Foster—or at least Van Dyke Parks—armed with a laptop and you're close to understanding the extraordinary charm of Californian duo Matmos' fifth album. Like 1999's The West, The Civil War negotiates a fragile entente between Americana and electronica, but does so on a bigger, constantly astonishing scale. Fireworks explode, battlefield drummers march across John Fahey's porch, Dr John is reconstructed out of glitches, an entire track is made from samples of a rabbit pelt, and "The Stars And Stripes Forever" is reduced to a postmodern shambles.

Light, bright solo debut from Charlatans' ex-pat frontman

Hip hop headscapes from Brighton beats magus

So-so stuff chiefly for Pitney fanatics