There may come a day when we no longer need new material from The Raveonettes but that is not this day. Pe’ahi came out as a surprise release, appearing out of the blue, and what a pleasant surprise it was.

Los Angelenos are accustomed to traffic, but not the foot kind. All the bread lines in communist Russia can’t compare to the queue clogging up the sidewalk perimeter of Exposition Park at the start of the 11th annual FYF Festival. (Keen observation by Real Estate bassist Alex Bleeker: “‘FYF festival’ is a little redundant isn’t it, like ‘ATM machine.’”)

The new season of Doctor Who is here, and with it the highly anticipated debut of Peter Capaldi’s Twelfth Doctor.

May in the Summer has all the hallmarks of a dysfunctional, pre-nuptial family gathering, but unfortunately lacks the emotional depth for a satisfying resolution.

As Cymbals Eat Guitars further shape the band’s sound, the quartet manages to strike a balance between radio-friendly material and experimental urges with LOSE, their third album.

With three albums’ worth of experience under their belt, Philadelphia’s Clap Your Hands Say Yeah‘s fourth album sees the band finally confident enough to truly expand their sound into the stratosphere.

It can’t be easy for a band like The New Pornographers. Where prog-rock musicians need to create new vistas and compositions to describe them, and comedians need to be funny, when it comes to pop-rock bands there’s always the thought that every great musical hook has already been bent and thrown into the sea.

If the ten-year gap provided anything, Sin City: A Dame to Kill For can be easily separated from the original.

Dinosaur 13 is a David and Goliath tale of a small group of scientists thrust into the center of a national debate over proprietorship, as well as right versus wrong.