Elvis Costello conjures up echoes of his excellent past as the excellence continues on The Boy Named If (And Other Children’s Stories).
Making few concessions to 21st-century noise but equally never sounding old, Egypt Station is up there with Paul McCartney’s best solo work.
Despite a lot of autotune, the songs float in melody and nostalgia like every great Beach Boys song since Surf’s Up or Do It Again.
The Liberty Of Norton Folgate--a title which makes sense in context but is otherwise unlikely to be jamming up the ringtone sites--is Madness in both their pomp and their prime.
Love Deluxe may not be the best album ever made, or even the best Sade album ever made, but is a good thing in a wicked world and, quite literally, the soul of subtlety.
Even the constant battering we get from the word "I" on this record - scarcely a second goes by without a pronouncement on the state of O'Connor's self - is muted by the groovy music.
There's a case to be made that the Beatles went on to do Sgt. Pepper's because there was nowhere else to go but too far. With Revolver, they had mapped out the pop universe so perfectly that all they could do next was tear it up and start again.
It's where pop begins to blossom from black-and-white into colour.