Leather-clad shriek’n’bleepers Crystal Castles second album ‘Crystal Castles’, the follow up, to, er, ‘Crystal Castles’ gets a physical release this week, having been rush-released when it leaked. It’s a confusing beast, often surprisingly spiritual, just as often face-tearingly abrasive, but we love it all the same.

We’re confused in a different manner by Pendulum, whose ‘Immersion’ offers no further clues as to their massive appeal.

Few clues of any kind in Rolo Tomassi’s one of a kind beautiful noise, but their Diplo-helmed second ‘Cosmology’ finds them maturing and relaxing into whatever the hell it is they’re actually doing.

Hotly tipped bright eyed and bushy-tailed folkers Stornoway (and yes, we managed to to spell their name right this time – sorry boys) release their pastoral and charming debut ‘Beachcomber’s Windowsill’ to universal sighs of pleasure.

The sounds that herald the arrival of Karen Elson, aka Mrs Jack White’s debut, ‘The Ghost Who Walks’ are more the rustles of shrugged shoulders; pleasant enough, but unless you shared a red-and-white en suite bathroom with her, its probably not going to set your loins aflame.

Melancholy boys with acoustic guitars get a lot of stick, but when it’s done well, as with the debut album of new Domino signing Conor J O Brien, aka Villagers, whose ‘Becoming A Jackal’ has Tessa Harris all aflutter.

Call us fetishistic, but there’s something about female-led post-punk in that Slits/Au Pairs/Delta 5/Raincoats lineage that automatically pricks up our ears, and Trash Kit‘s eponymous debut is no exception.

Silver Columns caused a lot of excitement when the Bronksi-Beat-gone-8-bit ‘Brow Beaten’ hit the blogs – a mystery identity goes a long way. Thing is, when you reveal that you’re actually Adem and The Pictish Trail and the rest of your debut ‘Yes And Dance’ sounds nothing like that song, it’s hard to maintain that initial momentum.

LA’s avant-guarde dance troupe We Are The World embody the problem of all great live spectacles; how to make it as exciting on record. Priya Elan finds their ‘Clay Stones’ can’t quite cut it out of the limelight.

German house duo Tiefschwarz’s ‘Chocolate’, meanwhile, is far from disappointing in its engineered and simple precision, finds Noel Gardner – a fittingly palate-cleansing last course to a confusing musical week.