From that first exhilarating moment onward, there’s no tension hiding beneath the surface of this breezy, effortlessly fun record.
The Strokes aren’t the same band you fell in love with 10 years ago.
Ambitious, yes, and occasionally invigorating, but we have to call bullshit on II.
Guider may be a little jagged around the edges, but it’s that one-take immediacy that gives the record its legs.
Yuck possesses a spirit that bands have spent their entire careers trying to find.
Katy Goodman has got a good shot at cornering the market of 21st-century Shangri-La candy pop.
Elephants at the Door is an inspiring victory of DIY determination.
Spiritual Mental Physical is stocked with a lot of stale and unfinished product.
Kills shines during the moments when she gets to strut out.