They really are at the top of their game. They can't be shaken. Unshakeable.

Are we absolutely sure this isn't Melody's Echo Chamber?

Moves gracefully, decays, slips slowly and quietly out of existence.

Jónsi has thrown the kitchen sink at us and I must say, I am somewhat here for it. Somewhat.

Doesn't so much distance himself from his brother and Arcade Fire as much as he takes the most ethereal parts of the discography and somehow ramps them up even further.

For sure Bartee's plethora of source material gives him a unique edge in the indie field, but for sure I heard this album in 2005.

The raw energy from Astro Coast is completely gone. A true shame. Barely even passes the time on a sunny afternoon. Give us something Mr. Blood!

Evoking so much emotion and travelling so far into the wilderness without leaving the seat of a pipe organ ushers it up to one of the most creative and powerful releases of the year.

Every single song on this thing turns into something different. Amazing talent.

Silverchair for 2020.

Potentially a little overconfident in his ability to transcend here but starts strong nonetheless. Is also a welcome deviation in instrumentation for such a prolific artist.

Blast it.

Frustratingly forgettable.

Ease up on the glib poetry (though granted this person is at the heart of the record) and sharpen that dynamic atmosphere. There's potential for something transcending.

Good for Moses. Too meandering (of course that is going to be a by-product of such a sprawling album) to stick the landing for me, but there's such a plethora of important, urgent and profound moments that are backed by such lush instrumentation that it's no surprise to see so many affected by it.

The influences are both aplenty and concentrated which can sometimes constrain the reach of these delicate tunes. With confident and nuanced songwriting, however, Marling shapes a (fairly) distinct release. Nice.

By nature of being an experimental group, the eclectic tones prove both fascinating and remote. Doesn't help by having 17 tracks but I get the the ambition. 'Cloud Nein' and 'Powder My Wig' highlights.

At one point they sound like Panic at the Disco and Bruce Springsteen which is probably more embarrassing for me to write then observe as an actual critique.

Goes for the grandeur. Sometimes hits with moments of euphoria, but is held back by a lack of distinction.

Wish Phoebe went as hard as she does on the closer track on some of the others. Still, restrained and subtle is fine and she just understands the world.

It's okay to think this is boring.