Mac DeMarco – review

Mark Beaumont: The Canadian's gigs are like a spring break keg party, all laughs and sleazy drunken lunges – and all the better for it

Arcade Fire: Reflektor – review

Arcade Fire's latest is clearly meant as a great, big statement record – but in fact it's too big, and just not that great, writes Alexis Petridis

Local Natives – review

A fan may have stolen their bass guitar, but Local Natives didn't let that derail a spine-tingling performance, writes Graeme Virtue

Jagwar Ma – review

This Australian trio's version of early-90s indie dance, filtered through sampler and synth, keeps the baggy a loose fit, finds Malcolm Jack

Poliça: Shulamith – review

Bewitching vocals stand out in another assured offering from Poliça, but too little lodges in the memory, writes Phil Mongredien

Poliça: Shulamith – review

There's perhaps too much aural clutter around Channy Leaneagh's slinky soul vocals, but Poliça's second album is still a beautiful thing, writes Harriet Gibsone

London Grammar – review

Concorde 2, BrightonBrooding Brits with angsty anthems, impassioned delivery and the power to transfix a room. What's not to like, asks Caroline Sullivan

MGMT – review

The expanded stage version of MGMT were more interested in cosmic jamming than popularity in a set of head-wrecking polyphony, writes Graeme Virtue

King Krule – review

Krule's rusty, aged voice is a stark contrast to his stuttering-teenager awkwardness, writes Caroline Sullivan