And so the Mark “Eels/E” Everett train continues to rumble deeper down its quixotic tunnel.
The best moments come when Wolf holds on to his characteristic black humor while descending into mellifluousness.
The truth is not that Callahan is spending years cowering on one side of the shadow line in between crossovers.
One consolation Together offers is the fact these songs are going to absolutely kill when played live.
Rick Ross cannot expect anyone to take the title of his third album, Deeper Than Rap, with even a grain of credulity.
The album brings DOOM, warts and all, back into our lives, and shouldn’t that be enough?
In a December unusually barren of high-profile rap releases, 60 minutes of Ghostface Killah is hardly something to complain about.
There must have been a moment when Kanye West was actually content with being the most potent and essential personality in hip-hop.
On The Renaissance, Q-Tip’s beats glimmer with a sort of Foreign Exchange by way of Large Professor brightness.
Backpack rappers and political conservatives may have a lot more in common than you think.
Attention Deficit may be one of the best rap releases of the year, even while it lacks the focus of a central persona.
The album arrives with a host of existential questions that Bradford Cox and Deerhunter have entertained before but have never fully answered.