The double album speaks to the hyper-distracted way we live today.
The album is autumnal in its resignation to death as a necessary part of life.
The album is a piece of blood-spattered Americana, a haunted-house version of the fabled American dream.
The group’s fourth album occasionally threatens to collapse beneath the weight of its overstuffed songs.
The album is a portrait of the band’s skills as musicians, a document of a group hitting its stride.
The band’s 11th album doesn’t break the mold, though its sound is a bit more pared down.
The album embraces nostalgia, even if it sometimes feels like that’s all it does.
The third album by Pixies 2.0 doesn’t do much to burnish the band’s legacy.
The album questions the notion that competition is essential to human progress.
At its best, the country supergroup’s debut employs personal stories to engage larger societal themes.
The singer-songwriter balances the musical warmth of her bedroom-pop influences with some heavy emotional stakes.
The album finds Justin Vernon creeping into an autumnal melancholy and turning his gaze back toward winter.
The album’s pop and synth elements mark a radical departure for the seminal rock band.
The album harnesses the band’s infectious enthusiasm for their material to make the familiar sound new again.
The album expands the singer’s sound while holding onto the maximalist streak that makes his work so compelling.
The singer-songwriter opts to spend the entirety of the album strenuously avoiding his strengths.
The album’s juxtaposition of lyrical techno-dread with austere, ghostly electronic music is satisfyingly unsettling.