The Julies return after nearly 30 years with an album of mature, reflective indie pop.

Inspired by Florida’s Gulf Coast, the psych-pop duo’s latest evokes golden beaches and warm oceans.

Though it’s marked by glossy arrangements and studio polish, brokenness and hurt lies at the core of Air Review’s latest.

Hana Vu’s latest EP is filled with catchy dreampop that’s all the more so for its mundanity.

Fine China return after thirteen years with some of their best songs to date. Elegant, wistful pop of the finest sort.

This remarkably strong debut is filled with simple-yet-affecting tales of love at its best and worst, all wrapped in gorgeous pop arrangements.

Disasters isn’t just Forster’s most experimental release to date; it’s also one of his best and most emotional.

Though a bit uneven in places, Carlos Forster’s self-titled debut still evokes the magic of those old For Stars albums, and his voice sounds as good as ever.

Convalescing in Braille might be the most unassuming album I’ve listened to in quite some time.

One does feel that this is the album the Clientele have been working towards throughout their entire career.

The album is dedicated to both of Karen’s parents, and that sense of loss and mourning permeates the album.

As evocative as The Clientele’s lyrics might be, much of their songs’ impact comes from the band’s incredible musicianship.

Deerhoof’s experimentation often seems to serve no other purpose than to show off that the band can, indeed, experiment.

I can’t seem to find any evidence of For Stars’ continued existence, but It Falls Apart certainly has a “swansong” feel to it.

This is Saint Etienne doing what they do best: writing breathless, effortless pop songs populated with stories of heartache and longing.

It’s obvious that Ramifications is an album carefully and intricately constructed.

To say that Feist has one of the best voices I’ve heard all year would be an understatement, and a very obvious one at that.

The Clientele is one of those rare groups for whom depressing, melancholic expressions become something quite rapturous.

As the name might imply, this is bright, shiny, shimmery California pop of the highest variety.

He recalls a sincerely heartbroken Burt Bacharach working more with an acoustic guitar than a piano.