Brendan Telford, Journalist

Lewis takes the vocal reins for Re-Invent Your Second Wheel, a good little pop song; and while Stealth Of A Stork and Eels Sang riff off old times, Change Becomes Us remains an exciting album – recycling in creative overdrive.

"Age, looks, gender – it doesn’t matter, and as long you always have something important to say and do, it never will."

She Beats remains a surging monstrosity of precision, dynamism and considerable, brutal beauty.

A Thin Line marks Blackchords as dark minstrels of sinuous pop, still searching for their voice.

There are moments that hark back to the golden age of shoegaze that clearly enamour them – Slug Night and Lunar Phobia have been ripped from MBV’s DNA.

"Some were clearly not as polished as we’d come to expect of ourselves now, so those songs were put on the backburner for us to work on later."

Sub Verses then plays like a schizophrenic idiot savant; ideas are spewed forth at rapidfire speeds, seemingly without nuance or reason at disparate ends of the spectrum.

Blue Meets Black is the perfect document for a band that have slaved away, burning down stages as they go, and will hopefully get them the recognition they rightly deserve.

Rkives finishes off with the twee The Frug and a hidden track, and it’s not hard to see why Rilo Kiley called it quits: their era has passed us by. But what an era it was.

So too should anyone seeking an album of melodic substance. The Terror is admirable, sonically spectacular, and aurally sleek – yet the appeal dies away after time.