The band’s first album in a decade is more haunted than its arena-sized choruses suggest.
It’s awesome in distressingly fragmented ways.
The singer’s sophomore effort will likely be playing on a loop in hell and all the “bad kids” will be dancing to it for eternity.
The album revisits tracks from The Sensual World and The Red Shoes not to leech off their success, but ostensibly to fix them.
I literally fell asleep (possibly in self-defense) on my first listen by the time it reached the fifth track.
The material on Kelly ultimately lets Price down.
Matthew Morrison isn’t substantively different from any of the Glee cast albums.
Follow Me Down should only build on Jarosz’s already considerable reputation.
The Dreaming Fields is as excellent as Berg’s albums have always been, and it makes for a most welcome return.
It’s a minutely detailed and evocative recreation of what, to generations of filmgoers, will always be the sound of the Old West.
Alasdair MacLean and Lupe Núñez-Fernández mostly drag each other down into a territory of steady but uninspiring beauty.
The consistent issue with Disc-Overy is the pairing of Tempah with people who fail to elevate him.
Essentially, About Group is at its best when order prevails over chaos.
Going solo has allowed Erika M. Anderson to make something genuinely personal and almost frighteningly honest.
Relative to the other woodwinds, the saxophone is pretty damn cool.
When I was little I used to listen to the Beach Boys and dream about moving to California.
To an even greater extent than Saadiq’s warmly received The Way I See It, Stone Rollin’ is a retreat from relevancy.
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Okkervil River’s sixth album is an excellent, reductionist work, the sound of a band attempting to locate the visceral core of their craft by submerging every other element in noise.
It’s the meticulous nature of Sollee’s cockeyed pop compositions that draw the most immediate comparisons to Sufjan Stevens’s best work.
There’s a hell of a lot of air amid Casablanca Nights’s piecemeal, electronically transferred elements.