As its titles suggests, the R&B singer’s first album in 12 years radiates positivity.
The British soul singer’s debut seems to have emerged from a time capsule circa 1969.
Neither the album’s eclecticism nor its polish can make up for its lack of memorable songs.
On Fool, Joe Jackson sounds younger and angrier than he has in years.
Skins fails to bring anything genuinely new to the table.
As revived as the classic Pumpkins sound is on Shiny and Oh So Bright, the album can’t quite shake the sense of superfluity.
Elastic Days feels so natural to the artist that it may be easy to take for granted.
Ono’s gift for making change seem possible remains undimmed on Warzone.
Digital Garbage is as cathartic and life-affirmingly juvenile as a well-placed middle finger.
Intimacy may be the most striking thing about this slim but reverently presented recording.