August 13 2006 | OMM | The Observer

They dress like geeks, but their thrilling, witty debut is as good as anything from post-punk's second wave, writes Garry Mulholland.

It's melancholy, sensitive and very French. But what with a dad like hers, asks Andrew Hussey, what else could you expect?

No one knows where this jazz trio will head next, including the band themselves. Geoff Dyer wouldn't have it any other way.

Tracks that are almost terse and not in a made-up language? Fantastic, smiles Ben Thompson: the prog-punk pair have matured.

Emma Warren is impressed by two very different dance sets, both stuffed to the brim with unusual guest stars.

Emma Warren is impressed by two very different dance sets, both stuffed to the brim with unusual guest stars.

Paul Mardles is overjoyed to learn that Britpop is alive and in rude health, having relocated from north London to Montreal.

After 10 years of trying, they've perfected their spectral take on Sixties pop. But don't call them retro, begs Simon Reynolds.

Slayer, Christ Illusion
For the metal survivors, progress is synonymous with compromise. Chris Campion celebrates the most stubborn band alive.

It boasts 22 songs and pays tribute to four decades: there's simply no disputing the diva's ambition, claims Paul Flynn.