The effort to canonize My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy as one of hip-hop’s all-time high points is already underway.
Not Music, uneven and understated, is a fitting epitaph.
The album is a candygram from the heart of a giddy, geeky romantic.
Pursuing genius at the expense of consistency might work out just fine for Cudi.
What charm the album does possess owes chiefly to the strength of the source material.
It’s great to hear the alt-country vets sounding more alternative and more country than they have in years.
Write About Love confirms that Belle and Sebastian is the type of band that’s fully capable of genius, just not reliably or often.
Halcyon Digest’s finest moment suggests that Deerhunter will get by just fine without the histrionics.
Teenage Dream is a raunchy pop nightmare.
Carey’s music is quite beautiful even when it’s derivative.
The album is another triumph of emotional generosity from the most humane and vital rock group of our generation.
Unfortunately, Nathan Williams half-asses his leap from the collapsing edifice of the lo-fi scene.
Sun Kil Moon's Admiral Fell Promises evinces a uniform disinterest in sudden mood shifts or redemptive finales.
The trio behind School of Seven Bells’s lush indie-pop takes their creative process incredibly seriously.
The Sellout doesn’t just embrace the fluffier side of the Gray persona, it smothers it in an awkward, goofy hug.
From harmonicas to the honky-tonk pianos, the instrumentation isn’t much more creative than the lyrics.
White Crosses proves to be a varied and exciting listen.
For four guys in their 20s, Tokyo Police Club sure lays the nostalgia on thick.
The album is more or less interchangeable with 2008’s Nude with Boots both in terms of its sound and its level of quality.
If it’s Sleigh Bells’s hooks versus your ear drums, I have a feeling the latter’s going to give out first.