The band’s first album in a decade is more haunted than its arena-sized choruses suggest.
While Niki and the Dove may share the new wave-inspired arrangements of the Knife’s early work, they trade that group’s macabre narratives for Stevie Nicks-style mysticism.
Antony and the Johnsons’s newest LP proves that Hegarty’s ideal backdrop might just be nothing at all.
Mariah Carey might be the most reactionary pop star of all time.
Go figure Crystal Castles would regard syncopation as something in need of lancing.
An even softer version of the intimate “Daniel,” “Laura” could be the song that wins Bat for Lashes the audience she deserves.
Never the most dexterous MC, Ross nevertheless surprises by continuing to find new ways to describe his largesse.
What carries the album are Stone’s performances, which highlight her development into a singer of real grit and depth.
The he-said-she-said structure of His and Hers functions as more of a gimmick than a purposeful construct.
If Dance Again proves anything, it’s that Lopez is, if not the queen, then at least the duchess of reinvention.
Wing Beat Fantastic: Songs Written by Mike Keneally and Andy Partridge adds up to a nutty musical koan.
Gossamer is true to its name: colorless and precariously thin, with precious few bright spots.
When Corin Roddick lays off the sequencer buttons, as he does on “Shuck,” the results are hypnotic, rhythmic, and effortless.
Like most pop music, hip-hop is no country for old men.
The album finds the singer caught between vanished innocence and incipient fame.
On Carry Me Back, Old Crow Medicine Show rediscovers the mojo they lost on 2008’s dour, self-serious Tennessee Pusher.
Even when delivering the occasional tossed-off line, Hoffs’s trademark raspy voice is in fine form.
They’ve Westernized their sound so much that they’ve become nothing more than a glorified boy band.
Zac Brown Band’s third major-label album, Uncaged, has very little to do with country music in any meaningful sense.
Far too many of the melodic hooks on Positive Force are merely adequate.
Dirty Projectors is a group for a single-obsessed, shuffle-minded era.