We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
Leisure Seizure feels inimitable for the way it seemingly exists in its own perfectly contained universe.
It’s difficult to avoid clichés about the band coming “full circle” with this release, or to comment on Alex Turner’s songwriting maturity.
Those who share in the Grascals’s devotion to The Andy Griffith Show might eat this up.
On It’s a Corporate World, Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.’s music too often feels like an afterthought.
While like-minded bands fumble around with weighty concepts and overlong arrangements, the Black Lips remain purveyors of instant, unpretentious gratification.
One gets the sense that David Comes to Life is a rite of passage for Fucked Up more than any kind of masterwork.
Mixtapes are often low-risk, low-reward affairs, but every now and then an MC exploits the format in the name of some rep-making (or rep-breaking) stunt.
This Is Country Music plays out as a survey course, both in form and content.
Reinvention seems compulsory for artists entering the twilight of their career.
Thanks in no small part to Death Cab, there’s now a permanent niche for indie pop that’s smart, sad, and refined, and Codes and Keys fills it nicely.
There is no way to describe Gang Gang Dance’s fifth studio album without touching on its accessibility.
With Pala, Friendly Fires manages to oust any uncertainties hanging over their pop sensibilities once and for all.
Bury Me in My Rings plays too fast and loose with its genre pastiches and is a scattershot affair as a result.
Circuital is a regrouping effort that serves as a reminder of My Morning Jacket’s ever-present strengths.
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Defender identifies a gifted songwriter whose words beg for stronger backing.
The album is a collection of predictable covers, haphazard originals, and one re-rendering of a 10-year-old Pearl Jam track.
The album finds the band undergoing the best kind of reinvention.
In the interest of accurate advertising, we propose that the band renames the album Decent! Enough!
It’s awesome in distressingly fragmented ways.