The album vastly improves on its stagnant predecessor, but its 20-song tracklist is invariably bloated.
The album trades overstimulating spectacle for low-key introspection, but it’s therapeutic as a cup of tea.
The album is a heavy-hitting rejoinder that rearticulates the headlines of a year fraught by global and personal trauma.
Over 12 tracks, the singer-songwriter is haunted by older versions of herself and captivated by wishful daydreams.
The album feels stuck looking back to tried and true trends in both K-pop and Western pop music.
The album is tantamount to the relatable but rote sadness of a Twitterdecked epigram.
The album chronicles the euphoric highs and harrowing lows of a parasitic relationship.
These restless songs flit between lapses of focused meditation and fretful apprehension.
Though the rapper pontificates on his wealth and street cred, the album’s biggest boast is his vulnerability.
Rather than significantly alter or challenge the singer’s previous approach, the EP merely embellishes it.
The visual album proposes a pan-African vision of legacy, abundance, and unity.
On her third album, the British singer-songwriter settles into a sense of immediacy.
An effort to appreciate the present before it slips away into the recesses of memory forms the album’s foundation.
Despite glimmers of authenticity throughout the album, it’s hard to discern who Gomez is, musically or otherwise.
The album is steeped in warm acoustics juxtaposed by austere observations about life and love.
The singer-songwriter’s guileless musings serve as a reminder of what young, unjaded love can feel like.
There’s no denying the album’s imposing maximalism, but its bells and whistles feel like sensory overload.
The album often feels cerebral and off-kilter, and its dreamlike ambience at times turns nightmarish.
The album aims for an enthralling vision of infatuation, but the band’s message rings hollow.
The singer-songwriter imbues her sophomore effort with a multitude of intertextual meanings and nods to her predecessors.