This Saturday 18 April is Record Store Day. Here, we share a selection of terrific music that our staff are listening to right now.

Emily Harms recommends Vulnicura by Björk

I am loving listening to Björk’s recent release. The album is loosely arranged around the chronology of a relationship break up following hers with artist, Matthew Barney. Vulnicura documents the period before the breakup as well as the dazed and confused moments after, right through until the painful and slow recovery. Antony Hegarty (of Antony & The Johnsons) joins Björk for the beautifully, heart-wrenching song, ‘Atom Dance’. Having always been a massive Björk fan, Vulnicura is already one of my favourite albums of hers.

Stella Charls recommends I Love You, Honeybear by Father John Misty

Father John Misty (aka Joshua Tillman) is back with, I Love You, Honeybear, his follow-up to Fear Fun (which I had on repeat for the better part of 2014).

Pitchfork called I Love You, Honeybear: ‘by turns passionate and disillusioned, tender and angry, so cynical it’s repulsive and so openhearted it hurts’. Tillman is a fascinating, funny lyricist, and this record (about love, mostly), is a beautiful, but never sentimental, blend of styles bound together by ethereal vocals and something else that’s impossible to put a finger on . Check out his performance of 'Bored in the USA’ on Letterman for a sense of what makes Father John Misty so wonderfully difficult to define. (Find it here.)

I’m also addicted to Courtney Barnett’s latest, Sometimes I Sit And Think And Sometimes I Just Sit – if you’re not yet, I can’t recommend it enough.

Fiona Hardy recommends Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

Sufjan Stevens has returned to the mellow, melodic, storytelling style I adore, and Carrie and Lowell has just been playing over and over in my car for days. Sometimes I think: ‘I should put something else on, I guess’ and then some beautiful light hook will make me giddy and I admonish myself for even thinking about it. He has the cooing, tender voice or some kind of pillow-soft bird and the indie-pop talents of – well – a Sufjan Stevens. Glorious, and in danger of seeing me go on another Sufjan kick with all my other albums of his, too.