This doesn't seem to have got much attention despite featuring two of the best tracks of the year.

DJ Python pays tribute to The Field with a beautiful, looping and transportive tune. And then Special Request starts off like New Order before going apeshit about 4 minutes in, mutating his junglist rhythms into something vintage Aphex would've been proud of. Absolutely stellar.

It's kind of cheating to so heavily use a perfect Mazzy Star song. But this is fucking lovely so who cares.

The high ratings here are surely based on goodwill. At points this feels a bit like listening to the soundtrack of an amateur musical. I don't think they've got to grips with this new iteration yet. When it gels though, it reminds you why they've built up their following. Hopefully there's better to come.

With each album there are fewer highs but also fewer lows. The singing is less obnoxious this time, though he sounds a bit like Liam Gallagher emerging from a long coma. Why do all Windmill bands insist on having vocalists who make you want to saw your own ears off? Here, they mediate it at points with some nice female vocals which is a clever touch.

Anyway, this is their best record and peaks with the last two songs.

Twigs has always left me a bit cold but this is great. My one reservation is i wish she leant into some of the more adventurous sounds like the track with Koreless. As it is, a lot of the most exciting stuff happens towards the songs', er, climaxes. Which is fitting i guess, given the theme.

He might have the flow, he might get the beats but how old is this witless prick now? Surely after four decades on this earth he can think of something more interesting to say

Mount Dreary

Couldn't remember what their song New Year was called so I played this instead by mistake and now it's a month later and I'm still playing it and I might never stop.

New Year also bangs like your mother after a few cans.

Critical praise had me expecting an OK Computer-style transformation but it's just another fairly solid record from these guys. Starburster and Favourite are great, but 4 listens in and nothing else stands out to me.

Any music involving Geordie Greep will inevitably be let down by having Geordie Greep singing on it.

The drama school pong is too pungent.

Not bad. A long way from his best but then his music hasn't quite been the same since he discovered dancefloors with There Is Love In You. There aren't many surprises or much in the way of invention here and his beats, never the most intricate, plod along many of the tracks. That said, Daydream Repeat and Three Drums are brilliant and a reminder of what we know he's capable of.

A proper return to his best and my favourite Sufjan since Illinois (Carrie and Lowell is far too sad for me).

Tube trips
With my London bitch
Fish and chips
With my London bitch
Roast beef
With my London bitch
Bad teeth
With my London bitch

Being in Paris, Texas seems quite easy. But apart from having one of the dumbest songs I've heard all year this album is alright.

It's exciting in places but for an eight-track album there's a surprising amount of filler and it feels a bit directionless at times. Songs just kinda flail off in an unexpected direction rather than develop. Swing, The Blades and Green Light are great, but don't really get near the band's previous highs. The vocals are less grating this time though. Not bad, but I reckon they'll do something better.

God I wish those spoken word tracks weren't on there. The actual songs are impeccable though.