The band’s first album in a decade is more haunted than its arena-sized choruses suggest.
The Rapture has put their heart on the line, and they want you to know that, indeed, they mean it.
The Drums’s musical formula is fairly straightforward and yet artfully delivered.
The album allows Campbell to end his career both on his own terms and on a real high note.
The repetition and the generally sluggish pace of delivery make it clear that Wayne’s not in exhilarating top form.
In dropping the irony for a moment, Keen yet again toys with expectations and shakes up his formula.
Much of the album exudes a feeling of isolation, detailing scenarios from the outside looking in.
Tripper is staunchly dominated by an old-school style of wanky craftsmanship.
The Rip Tide sounds like a bid for freedom from influences and trends.
There’s no such thing here as a “more characteristic” track, because they’re all virtually identical.
The album’s ruling aesthetic principle is the uninterrupted ebb and flow of rhythm.
Next month, perennial rap-rookie-of-the-year contender J. Cole will finally drop his major label debut.
I’m with You is a case of an old dog learning a few new tricks.
Male Bonding cleans up its ragged punk act ever so slightly on their second album.
Luke Jenner and company turned in a remarkably assured performance, without any of the out-of-practice awkwardness one might’ve expected.
It’ll be a shame if radio doesn’t take the album as a perfect opportunity to correct its gender imbalance.
Long Line of Heartaches should earn Smith a place alongside genre vets like Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash.
The album, despite production work from the normally conspicuous Beck, scarcely strays from what’s become the Stephen Malkmus template.
The R.E.D. Album may be the most distilled expression yet of Game’s manifold insecurities.
Those songs are special because they preserve a Patti Smith who until very recently seemed to be lost to time.
It’s difficult for a band to sell themselves as sexy firebrands when they can’t muster enough magnetism to last for at least one whole album.