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It seems that a template was drawn up and filled in ten times over, such that every track sounds like the last, only wearing a different hat.

Solo material from a band as prolific as Radiohead can go one of two ways. Here it leaves the impression the band is greater than the sum of its parts.

With Harvey it feels like you’ve stumbled across the ad hoc performance of a travelling mystic. It’s black magic with a smile.

Foals’ experimentation with synths and funky instrumentals is bold, often promising, but the pieces never quite fall together.

Pulp nail the pop/rock formula to near perfection. The themes aren’t necessarily cheerful, yet the album sounds like a celebration from beginning to end.

Inconsistent, but there's a lot to dig. The songwriting is hard to knock, and Damon Albarn leads the pack well with his social satires and cutting commentary.

Some artists have a hard time returning after a lengthy hiatus, but Grandaddy has done it with aplomb. Last Place is all you could want from a comeback.

To brand this a landmark of the '90s is a disservice to its quality. OK Computer is as relevant now as ever, both culturally and sonically.

There’s very little on These People to inspire much interest. Even die-hard fans will struggle to hear Richard Ashcroft at his best.

A rather unbalanced comeback that relies too heavily on its somber tone, resulting in forgettable and lifeless songs that drift by in apathetic fashion.