Mike Coleman

He may have won our attention with spectacle, but Trouble demonstrates Higginbottom as an artist capable of inimitably curious fusions, simultaneously meshing exhilaration, anxiety, pounding electronics and delicate laments without losing identity or purpose.

The band who specialise in being the right sort of noisy serve up another raw-edged opus, while still showing that they are capable slinging a few surprises our way.

Greene has been caught in development, as if somewhere between the dancefloor shimmer of his first tentative steps and some distant future release; part-submerged in blissed-out, reverberating synths, eyes still part-fixed on the clubs.

A brief fling at a crossroads of twinkling electronica, introspective folk-pop and optimism – warm, full of character, but likely to set only a few hearts racing.

Despite the absence of a leading man, not since the heyday of Death From Above 1979 have two people (and, yes, a robot) managed to make as glorious and irrepressible a racket as Civil Civic do on their debut album, Rules.