Reviews / Album

There is still the odd jarring moment, like an impenetrable fuzz of noise midway through Baton, but that is probably the price you pay for dealing with so many creative elements in what is another seriously classy effort from this band.

It’s a deeply affecting album and, thanks to the improved production, one that is likely to see a well-deserved expansion in the artist’s audience.

Bailey Bailey has assembled an all-new outfit and continued in the vein of elegant, catchy music which has characterised the latter eras of the iconic band.

It’s more a diverting curiosity than fulfilling listening experience.

One serious grower of an album, where the vocals are rawer and seem better integrated into a more ambitious sound.

For those who worship at the altar of Bob, this release is par for the peerless course; for those less fervent followers, there is still much joy to be found here.

Museum is uniformly brilliant. It also probably marks the first album to feature the phrase “piece of piss”. Top marks.

Beautiful but flawed.

They have produced the best rock album of 2012. Holyshitballs.

And the finale of Dennis Desantis’ You Say sounds like a new beginning, leaving the listener wondering what might’ve went down on the dancefloor once darkness descended.