Hands of Glory exists as merely a portion of a divided project that should have remained whole.
Despite its flaws, The Haunted Man is still a worthy, often gorgeous entry in the Bat for Lashes canon.
Shut Down the Streets, continues to spotlight Newman’s talents as a cerebral balladeer.
They've Westernized their sound so much that they’ve become nothing more than a glorified boy band.
Nakedly borrowing from Reagan-era electronic pop is a fairly successful tactic nowadays, but in most cases, the new-wave touch is a fairly shallow tactic.
Oceania benefits from Corgan’s new sense of freedom, resulting in the Pumpkins’ best album since the gothic Adore.
Like fellow Brits Wild Beasts, Hot Chip has always dabbled in a world of disparate influences somewhat removed from the whims of current music.
The only thing that actually elevates Bloom from the linearity of its reverb-caked narcosis is the effort of vocalist Victoria Legrand.
Santigold may not possess Kanye’s megalomaniacal charisma, but she’s just as much of a pop-music savant.