Album Review

Planetarium only occasionally feels absolutely essential, but it never dips below ‘pretty good’

Chuck Berry was really fucking good at being Chuck Berry. It’s all we ever wanted him to be

Falls somewhere between curio and convincing

Cigarettes After Sex successfully transport you to an erotic world entirely their own

This behemoth of industry thinking seems a long way away from the massively enjoyable, almost-pop-punk debut

An album from a band that have been there and done it a few times, got bored, changed it up, run away, come back, swapped it up then become sophist...