Hendrick Weber's first release for Rough Trade dissapointingly throws a few spanners in the works.

Swedish indie-pop enigma jj broke out last year, gaining notoriety with their cannabis-emblazoned full-length debut, jj n° 2.  With their follow-up, jj n° 3, they won't be so lucky.

Two drummers start a band and sing.  A lot.

Four Tet returns on his fifth album with new melodies, electronic grooves.

Time to free up your hard drive: Thirty-five years after Autobahn, and Kraftwerk’s chasing the future.

Fuck Buttons have gone kind of accessible - and the results are less than thrilling.

After the cohesive-to-a-fault Pocket Symphony, Air throws down the gauntlet with their most eclectic disc to date.  And by gauntlet, I mean rotating bed with silk sheets, purple shag rug and a bottle of Bordeaux's finest. 

Squarepusher has made an album for no one but musicians and himself, but doesn't really give a shit what you think.

The best, and probably only, IDM infused post-rock (or is it post-rock infused IDM?) record you'll buy all year.

A surprising genre-hopping gem.