The Avalanches sift through fragmented memories, advertising jingles and an unlikely cast of collaborators on a fourth album whose sunny exterior conceals a restless undercurrent

Bloc Party’s new album is catchy in the worst possible way: strange, irritating and hard to shake for all the wrong reasons

Rachel Chinouriri turns to radiant synth-pop to untangle sobriety, old relationships and the gap between her twenties and what she thought they would be

Dopamine Chamber sounds like a busted limbic system that forces you to let all of the emotions hit you at once

Troye Sivan’s fourth album pushes his pop further out while staying rooted in love, memory and the women who shaped him

Following the impossible success of Brat, Charli XCX refuses to repeat herself on a bold, introspective album that questions fame, identity and artistic legacy

Phoebe Bridgers delivers her most confident and fully realised album

Imagine if Bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse started a post punk band. That’s Minehead’s own Getdown Services who embrace the chaos with an unpretentious party starter of a record that proves why they’re Massive Champions

Oklahoma’s oracles of the detritus of late-stage capitalism return to dispatch a communication from the depths. Raging with noise rock fury and steeped in a working-class consciousness of cultural collapse, it’s an essential plea to jettison the systems that have rendered us powerless for so long

Another year, another Mountain Goats album. Confronting mortality by lending his pen towards a characteristically broad swathe of subjects – ranging from Guinea Pig 2 to grunge – Days proves John Darnielle is only sharpened by age

Chelsea Wolfe tunes her abrasion toward something more graceful and grounded - and in doing so, perhaps sounds more formidable than ever before

The NYC legends return from an extended creative drought in a more reflective mood, examining identity and technology on their finest record in years. If you stare into the void in sunglasses, does it still stare back?

Eleven years after Sound & Color, Alabama Shakes return with a sprawling, psychedelic record that is at its best when it gives its extraordinary musicians room to breathe

No flash, no illusion: just voice, piano and one camera in front of a phantasmic crowd

It is, predictably, a mess. But it’s a purposeful mess of thunderous proportions, combining dance-punk, industrial disco and arena-ready anthems

Tinashe turns the pressures of chasing pop stardom into a record built for the dancefloor

On Violins, Blondshell looks beyond troubled relationships, turning her sharp lyricism towards friendship, femininity and the things that stay with us

Wishy pack Nature’s Pill with irresistible hooks, though the songs don’t always give you a reason to return once they’ve lodged in your head

Across three parts tracing the movement of people, culture and sound, Ezra Collective turn hope into some of their most joyful and affecting music yet

The flashes of darkness and experimentation on Bass Persuades only make Miley’s frustrating retreat into safer territory harder to understand