With Ultraviolet, Kylesa gets dirtier, darker, colder, and grittier while simultaneously adhering to their already behemoth aesthetic.
The Flaming Lips’ understated 13th album, The Terror, paints a bleak, post-apocalyptic future.
Wakin on a Pretty Daze suggests the Philly rocker is well aware of what he’s become and what his audience…
The Invisible Way relies too heavily on its production and instrumentation to do the heavy lifting.
Woman exudes all the mystery and sex appeal that’s surrounded Rhye’s ambiguous Internet presence.
The Chronicles of Marnia is Marnie Stern’s most accessible album to date.
New Moon seems like a failed experiment in curating a wider range of genres.
Cult of Luna’s Vertikal is a linear album, best appreciated from start to finish.
Just because Pissed Jeans’ tales aren’t serious, that doesn’t mean they aren’t important.
Instead of a thrilling, us-against-the-world punk mentality, it feels like the band is only making music for their own sake.
While more hopeful, though, Frightened Rabbit’s Pedestrian Verse is still riddled with doubt.
Centralia is the most sophisticated and cultivated Mountains album to date.