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Sixth album from Washington DC power trio adds politics to the mix

Elemental, my dear Wreckless. Eric Goulden's 1986 releases on a twofer

Andre 3000 and Big Boi's early clips are superior but fairly routine 'hood dramas, all booty calls and gaudy pimpmobiles. But around their ATLiens album, the day-glo psychedelic X Files wig-outs begin creeping in, reaching a peak in the sexofunkatronic freakerama of "Bombs Over Baghdad". Also lushly cinematic is the stormy Deep South pastoral of "Ms Jackson" and, of course, the multiple Andres of last year's super-catchy retro-futurist soul fantasia "Hey Ya". Pure pop genius.

Debut from Norah Jones' former band, with obligatory guest appearance

Fiercely cerebral Radiohead-loving jazz star kicks back

Marvellous second album of irresistible Anglophile strangeness from Albuquerque oddballs

Debut from Elvis Costello-endorsed Liverpudlian

As with most supergroups, Air Force roared in tight and punchy and staggered out again sprawling and paunchy—and not a little junk sick. When it blows its stacks, this album is very, very good. Harold McNair and Chris Wood are on blistering form on flutes and saxes, and the presence of Graham Bond brings more than a little holy magick to the table, particularly on "Early In The Morning" and "Aiko Biaye".

For years, it was believed that no footage survived of the pioneering American Folk Blues Festival tours of Europe in the early '60s. Now a vast cache of performances has miraculously turned up by the likes of John Lee Hooker, Sonny Boy Williamson, Muddy Waters and Howlin' Wolf. Magic moments, every one.

Mini album of Canadian radio sessions from the gay gospel Belle & Sebastian. Sort of