Away from the usual cobblers attempts at fashioning a comprehensive overview of the year in music, the Quietus has instead hammered together an existentially-challenged, Frankenstein's monster of a Top 30, with little or no regard for consequence and a diabolical delight in playing God for the day. It'll make your head hurt. It's got no Bon Iver in it.

OK I'll stop being annoying now, do have a gander though: http://thequietus.com/articles/00839-the-quietus-reductive-subjective-albums-of-the-year-list-14-to-one