Aptly-titled fourth album from woozy New York quartet

Though the herd may not acknowledge it, there's a minority of us who, the minute a billion-dollar special effects epic starts doing dizzying digital fairground tricks, lean to wondering whether we shut the fridge door before coming out. Just as the average male can't see household dust, even when it's pointed out, some of us don't get what the fuss is with this CGI lark. So they made someone fly, by cheating, by touching up the evidence. Whoop-ti-doo.

German romanticism reborn on former busker's second album

The image of a band waltzing on the spot seems to accompany every Tindersticks album. Perhaps it's the curse of a band fortunate to work out a distinctive and effective sound at their inception. Whatever, Waiting For The Moon is the usual impeccably crafted artefact, though it's questionable whether anyone who owns their first two albums needs it in their lives. The aspirations to soul that marked out 2001's Can Our Love...

Featherweight US rockers at their commercial peak

Belated release of 1979 live session

Vital live dispatches from the last five months in the life of Ian Curtis

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Startling third album by hardcore bass/drums duo from Rhode Island

Something of a cult, this. In 1972—that year again—the Brits made a dreadful zombie movie wherein frog-worshipping biker boys commit suicide, then return, undead, to burn up motorways and terrorise old ladies like Beryl Reid outside supermarkets. Fog, satanism and skull helmets, on a budget of around nine quid. The soundtrack, however, by Kes man John Cameron, has changed hands for daft money since, and now appears on CD. It mixes wah-wah rock, choral arias and phased backwards drums for no better reason than that Cameron felt like it.