Swift’s self-empowerment is so irrepressible that you can actually hear her kiss off the haters with the help of a brass backing section.
In spite of Rihanna’s best efforts, Unapologetic is more depressing than offensive.
As a comprehensive document of a specific moment in time, Trilogy is untouchable.
For all its manufactured essence, Red remains firmly grounded at the crossroads between innocence and experience.
After making it big off the back of a Murder Trilogy, The Killers seem at a loss as to where they’re heading next.
Distinctive enough to be a new entity, smart enough to fall back on a few familiar charms.
With four albums in the can, The Gaslight Anthem hardly seem the types to change their tune.
Far from the bold reinvention initially promised, its restless energy masks over most missteps.
Not unlike Born This Way, MDNA is a bit all over the place with moments of brilliance often stood right next to a hugely underwhelming counterpart.
It’s time for the Dum Dum Girls to join our sordid reality rather than swoon at it from afar.
Undoubtedly the equal of 2007’s Blackout, this may well be the best record Britney has ever unleashed upon her still transfixed public.
It’s all tension and release, with barely a second wasted to gasp for air amidst the squall of a band on invigorating form.