2025 has been an outstanding year for new music. More than in any of the last five years, I’m confident that my favourite albums this year will still be on regular rotation in years to come.
Indie


I had high hopes after their first record, but caroline 2 by caroline is a staggering follow-up. It’s my favourite sort of indie music: experimental, reluctant to fall into anything resembling predictability, yet filled with hooks that seem almost to embarrass the band in their catchiness. The opening track, ‘Total euphoria’ is exactly as its title describes, and it’s my pick as an exemplifier of the best music on offer this year.
Close behind is Brooklyn band Geese, who weren’t on my radar before 2025, but Getting Killed has secured them as one of my new favourite acts. Like caroline, Geese are fidgety and strange, and while they sometimes veer between soundalikes (particularly Radiohead and Slint), the sheer breadth of their range convinces, as do Cameron Winter’s vocals, jerking constantly as though he’s sprinting throughout. This album contains a greater number of tracks I adore than any other album this year.
Richard Dawson can do no wrong, but on End of the Middle he’s even more right than usual. His ability to swing between fastidious description of middle England’s quirks and frailties, to reaching for and finding profundity in small moments, to punishing listeners with experimental Fahey-esque moments and Beefheartian insanity… It’s simply unimprovable, and it’s absurdly my sort of thing.
Odysseús by Herman Dune is a far more approachable record than Dawson’s, and my love for it is partly informed by my two-decades-long love for the band, but it’s wonderful to hear David Herman Düne on form and appearing to enjoy himself so much, with beautiful arrangements for beautiful songs.
Post-rock / Modern composition


The Necks have for a long time been a band I’ve appreciated but not loved. That’s changed with Disquiet, a three-hour daydream shifting (slowly) from Ambarchi-esque single-tone drones to barely contained skittering kaleidoscopic carnival queasy nightmares. It’s absolutely wonderful.
With ICONOCLASTS, Anna von Hausswolff moves further away from her recent pipe-organ dirges to the grand singer-songwriter demonstrated on her 2022 release, Live at the Montreaux Jazz Festival. Many of the tracks on ICONOCLASTS are monolithic, often thanks to saxophonist Mats Sandsjö (sounding very like Colin Stetson, and surely inspired by his work). While less convincing lyrically, Anna von Hausswolff’s delivery is so wild, ranging from Kate Bush to primal screech, that it’s totally convincing, and frequently overwhelming. I’d love to see her play live.
One album that crept up on my over many repeated listens is Ghost Note by Kim Hiorthøy, a quiet and reserved collection of unusual rhythms that, while largely digital, sounds like pots and pans in the rain. Similarly affecting and meditative is Cassotto by Suzan Peeters, a short collection of treated accordion drones that are near-impossible to believe could be delivered by that instrument.
Some familiar names provided my favourite post-rock albums this year. Horse Lords and minimalist composer Arnold Dreyblatt prove a potent and unsettling combination on FRKWYS Vol. 18: Extended Field. Mogwai reliably come up with the goods on The Bad Fire. David Grubbs and friends deliver with the self-titled Bitterviper. Finally, Tortoise have returned! From its opening moments, Touch makes you believe they’ve never been away, or indeed that they produced any albums since TNT, their all-time high back in 1998.
Hip hop / Rap


hexed! by aya has been topping many end-of-year polls, and rightly so. It critiques a very different side of Britain than Richard Dawson’s End of the Middle – and a side of society I know far less well – but together these two albums represent a pretty damning state of the nation. ‘off to the ESSO’ is up there with my very favourite tracks of the year.
One album I’ve had on constant rotation since the early in the year is 80’z by Spanish artist Bb trickz. Despite understanding little of the lyrics, I’m in love with the scratchy DIY vibe.
The ungoogleable act NEW YORK aresigned to Inga Copeland’s Relaxin’ Records, and on Push they sound very like her. As in, they’re wonderful.
Compilations / Reissues


Like the return of Tortoise, it’s emotional hearing The Notwist once again. Magnificent Fall may be only a rarities compilation, but there’s enough previous unheard material here to make me swoon all over again. A new album soon, please.
My two favourite multi-artist compilations this year are Pattern Gardening, a collection of hypnotic micro-house tracks from Wisdom Teeth, and Going Back to Sleep…, a compilation of dreamy indie tracks put out by A Colourful Storm.
Of my favourite reissues this year, the only one that was new to me is baby, it’s cold inside by the fun years, from 2008. What an album! And great writing music, too. Old favourites spruced up and reissued were cLOUDDEAD by cLOUDDEAD (2000), The Amateur View (Expanded) by To Rococo Rot (1999), the unsurpassed A Fragile Geography (10th Anniversary Edition) by Rafael Anton Irisarri (2015) and the raw, parallel-reality versions of 2004 album tracks included on Madvillainy Demos by MF Doom & Madlib.



























































































Gwenifer Raymond’s take on Fahey-esque primitive Americana is heightened by the knowledge that her melodies in Strange Lights Over Garth Mountain are inspired by the Welsh valleys and folklore. Laura Cannell continues a terrific run of form with the distinctly folk-horror collection The Earth With Her Crowns. Beholder by Julia Reidy offers dizzying, ringing guitar textures in which I can lose myself for hours, and similarly the more fragile improvisations on Welsh harp on Telyn Rawn by Rhodri Davies. Dirty Three drummer Jim White, along with Marisa Anderson, provides more immediately digestible melodies in The Quickening, though still as complex as his best work. Kate Carr proves herself to be one of the most interesting current field recordings artists with no less than three releases this year, the pick of which are the stunning Fabulations and The Thing Itself and Not the Myth.
This year, all of my psychedelia needs unrelated to Sun Ra were catered for The Totemist by Ak’chamel, The Giver Of Illness, which sounds like Sunburned Hand of the Man with heatstroke. Love/Dead by Olan Monk defies easy categorisation, though I suppose it’s much minimal techno as anything, though so dark and strange that it’s as if all the lights go out as soon as it begins, and equally so with Metal Preyers by Metal Preyers, which Boomkat describes as ‘chopped & screwed gristle meets ballistic singeli and mutant electro-acholi’, which, though baffling, is presumably accurate. Visions of Bodies Being Burned by clipping. is as hallucinatory as hip hop gets. Finally, Scis by Oval is a more enjoyable album than the new Autechre, for me, and certainly more frantic.
The Night Chancers by Baxter Dury may not make me as deliriously happy as his earlier Happy Soup, but it’s still chock-full of his self-deprecating wit, and contains some of my favourite lyrics of the year: Carla’s got a boyfriend / He’s got horrible trousers / And a small car … Carla’s got a boyfriend / I might take care of him, to be honest. Similarly, Pillowland by Jam City doesn’t quite hit the heights of their earlier Dream a Garden, but prods the same hauntological parts of the mind, so that you could convince yourself not only that you’ve heard each track before, but also that each was in fact a key part of the soundtrack to your childhood. Set My Heart On Fire Immediately by Perfume Genius features soaring melodies and straightforwardly brilliant songwriting. Shades by Good Sad Happy Bad is rough and enthusiastic, and a useful reminder that Mica Levi was already excellent within Micachu and the Stripes before she became Britain’s best composer of film scores. Magic Oneohtrix Point Never by Oneohtrix Point Never is surprisingly direct, melodic and memorable, featuring plenty of guest artists and vocals. Finally, Laura Cannell makes another (very different) appearance in this list under the name Hunteress, playing around with synth pop on The Unshackling, and succeeding wildly.
The artist I’m most grateful to have discovered this year is Beverly Glenn-Copeland, whose compilation Transmissions: The Music Of Beverly Glenn-Copeland I found staggering – a bizarre array of styles, equal parts inspirational and mawkish, and an odd sort of forward-hauntology in which e.g. Massive Attack tracks are evoked ahead of time, and a sense that the songs alter each time I listen to them. Other than that, I loved Temporary Residence’s anthology Field Works: Ultrasonic featuring Felicia Atkinson, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma and Machinefabriek.





My favourite album of 2018 is Double Negative by Low. Low are a fine band with a discography built up over 25 years that, while unshowy, must surely make any other band weep. Like the songs of, for example, Leonard Cohen, beneath what may appear like superficial gloominess has always been a beating heart of optimism and beauty. Double Negative is a departure, and my favourite Low album since Secret Name. Alan Sparhawk’s and Mimi Parker’s ordinarily ice-clear harmonies are buried within fuzz and distortion, often squeezed out as a Sparky’s Magic Piano-esque squelch. I’m a fan of deteriorated sound, that’s for sure, but amidst all this degradation the occasional surfacing of untampered-with vocals feel like glimpses of something divine. It’s the most wonderful album, and ‘Tempest’ is my favourite song of the year.

#1 Victor Borge – Phonetic punctuation / A Mozart opera

#4 Nick Cave – And No More Shall We Part
#5 Herman Düne – Not On Top




























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