Best Coast: The Only Place – review

Bethany Constantino has ditched her lo-fi sound for something brighter, but her bored-and-lazy slacker shtick is getting, well, boring, writes Jude Rogers

Gossip – review

The voice of Gossip's Beth Ditto remains a thing of wonder, simultaneously tender and stentorian, but the band lacks the powerful charisma of its leader, writes Ian Gittins

The Temper Trap – review

Coldplay's immediacy and Radiohead's intricacy meet in the Temper Trap's new material, writes Graeme Virtue

Fun – review

Chartbusting New York indie rockers Fun show their sold-out audience an appropriately good time, writes Caroline Sullivan

The Great Escape – review

With massive queues to see the big artists in Brighton, the most appealing perforances were off-piste, writes Alexis Petridis

Lightships – review

Gerard Love's new band tend towards shrillness live, but an understated euphoria gradually shines through, writes Michael Hann

The Hives – review

The Hives have an incorrigible humour that makes most other bands look po-faced and dull, writes Maddy Costa

Jack White; Santigold – review

Jack White's new six-piece backing band are a match for the White Stripes, while Santigold's poppier direction is still thrilling, writes Kitty Empire

The Magnetic Fields – review

They may be as frumpy, geeky and dour as the Glee band hitting middle age, yet they provide one of the most sublime live experiences in music, writes Mark Beaumont

Jack White: Blunderbuss – review

Has he ever made a bad album, asks Kitty Empire, as the former White Stripe, Raconteur and Dead Weatherman goes it alone with bruising, brilliant results

Daniel Johnston – review

Relying on lyric sheets and haphazardly strumming his acoustic guitar, Daniel Johnston is a big man imbued with the fragility of bone china, writes Betty Clarke

Crybaby: Crybaby – review

Indebted to overwrought early-60s ballads, and equally to the Smiths, Danny Coughlan's kitchen-sink romance rock album is a triumph, writes Michael Hann

Mystery Jets – review

Even in front of hardcore devotees in a crammed venue, they wisely offer up just the hookiest chunks, along with more familiar material, writes Graeme Virtue

Graham Coxon: A+E – review

Graham Coxon's new album finds him once again reasserting his claim to be the oldest teenager in town, writes Paul Mardles