Skin shows Flume as unquestionably human, but still a bit faceless.
The album finds Blake sidetracked by all the things he can do and doing them coldly, rather than focusing on the few things he should.
Will finds Barwick more vulnerable than ever as a performer.
Ironically, it’s Hecker’s use of digital instrumentation that best approximates organic noise.
White Denim manages to slow the pace and discover its soul more than a few times.
The album is a sprawling, compelling ode to the entire pop canon of the 1980s.
99¢ is springy, bright, and almost flippant with regard to issues of identity and authenticity.
Blackstar is defiantly a thing of its own, allowing Bowie to revisit his career-spanning, paradoxical fears with fascinating new sounds.
Perhaps Alone in the Universe isn’t intended as reinvention, but as a reintroduction to Lynne.