Less is certainly more for Kula Shaker.
The album isn’t groundbreaking, but it surpasses all expectations for a group who’ve spent almost a decade apart.
The Logic of Chance is best left to gather dust.
Cypress Hill stubbornly sticks to their tired ganja-and-guns formula on their latest effort, Rise Up.
It goes without saying that Wu-Massacre is reliant on the superb chemistry between Meth, Ghost, and Rae.
Without the oversight or contributions from RZA, Manifesto feels like the album that has strayed furthest from the fundamental Wu-Tang sound.
This is an album where the mind-boggling and the mind-blowing are wall to wall.
Broken Bells boasts some truly marvelous songs, but these peaks are sandwiched between tracks that struggle to exceed colorless tedium.
Fly Yellow Moon is a charming bout of champagne pop.
We managed to track down the notorious RPG-rap pioneer for a few questions, as he walks us through his most coveted release to date.
Hot Chip is faced with the task of controlling the erratic habits they developed on 2008’s Made in the Dark.
In the mid-’90s, the Hollywood blockbuster was forced to take a backseat.
Until then, there’s plenty to savour from this terrific foretaste: a melancholic thumper, perhaps 2010’s strongest single so far.
In This Light is inspired by the hustle and bustle of London, and perhaps more so its anxiety and paranoia.
The Puppetmastaz has sacrificed the tried and tested hip-hop formula and, as such, lost their bite.
Without a doubt, Blakroc can be considered a gamble that has most certainly paid off.
What sets Them Crooked Vultures apart from the stockpile of self-indulgent hogwash is the sense of merriment flowing through it.
In essence, Reading is the unqualified exhibition of Nirvana’s intensity as a live act.
Weezer’s unpardonable decline into soulless streamlined pop-rock continues with Raditude.
The material is better served in context, complete with music videos and framed with dialogue.