We caught up with the mewithoutYou frontman just hours before the band’s gig in St. Louis.
Although Currents is, in many ways, a showcase of difference, Tame Impala also toys with repetition as a unifying theme.
The tracks mostly consist of double-tracked picked guitar, nearly inaudible synth beds, and varying layers of Stevens’s almost whispered voice.
My Favourite Faded Fantasy is Damien Rice’s most sonically cohesive album to date.
Interpol rearranges and reinvigorates familiar elements on El Pintor.
Even in its haziest moments, Hard Believer still preserves a pensiveness that keeps its sound from receding completely into the background.
First Aid Kit’s third album, Stay Gold, is less intimate than the duo’s previous effort.
The subtle surprises throughout Are We There indicate Van Etten’s ability to risk sentimentality without succumbing to it.
Ghost Stories isn’t the return to basics the band hinted at during interviews, nor does it need to be.
The Black Keys’ Turn Blue achieves a fully mature, cosmopolitan polish.
The Take Off and Landing of Everything gives us mostly familiar surroundings, but it makes for fine company.
With Past Life, Lost in the Trees has constructed a cinematic universe.
Fading West opts for chill synthesizers and buzzy basslines, an attempt at the kind of summery radio pop the retro-cool kids are making these days.
There’s a confusion of plots and identities throughout Brothers and Sisters, with just enough detail given to evoke further hidden panels of image and story.
Fellow Travelers is a missive to those other bands trudging the tour circuit, and it’s an ambitious one that invites listeners to travel along.
Magpie and the Dandelion isn’t entirely without energy, pathos, or creativity, but too many edges have been sanded off the Avett Brothers’ music.
Kings of Leon are just about out of transgressive fury, but they manage to muster enough rigor and discipline to keep Mechanical Bull kicking.
Arctic Monkeys’ AM is a carefully written and produced effort about the desultory careen of youth.
While not strictly a confessional album, The Worse Things Get builds its momentum out of isolated, deeply personal moments.
Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action is a swaggering disco-rock album that doesn’t overstay its welcome.