Charity worker makes enchanting debut

What-the-FUCK debut from the Spike Milligan of British rap

Bizarre post-Darkness machine rock from Yorkshire

Ethereal North Carolina quintet's difficult third full-length album

Debut of lean, libidinous mechanico-funk from London DJ duo

Third album from New York's Kansas raised tunesmith

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