Enjoyable blues/R&B romps courtesy of ex-Stones bass player

Those who remember the self-aggrandising extremes of Britpop with more horror than amusement won't look kindly on London-based fantasists Razorlight, who frontman Johnny Borrell recently claimed were better than Dylan.

Granted he has been off most people's radar for a generation, but surely the creator of Off The Coast Of Me, the man without whom there would be, arguably, no Prince, and, unarguably, no Andre 3000 (imagine "Hey Ya!" as a Kid Creole comeback smash in a parallel world), deserves better than the horrible, cheap, synthetic horns and bargain basement drum machines which dominate and desecrate this new album. Or perhaps not.

Appetising mini album from swampy Friends Of Franz

Mini album from Ohio band led by Matt Berninger, the new king of manly angst

Norwegian avant-hardcore. With viola. You couldn't make it up

Post-punk classics reworked as wine bar subversion

Fragrant second album from the new Girl From Ipanema

Seventh outing from Toronto troub, with Ed Harcourt on piano

First solo album in 20 years from UFO-spotting ex-Kink