The singer has teased a new release date for the set and announced a companion album to boot.
As the coolly altered colors of the cover art indicate, Katy B’s On a Mission is euphoric without aggression.
In the quest to find herself, Jessie J seems to have gotten sidetracked.
Alison Krauss & Union Station’s Paper Airplane doesn’t offer an “in” for the unconverted.
Were Kirwan’s production a bit meatier, Bloodless Coup might be able to overcome the lapses in the band’s songwriting.
The album loses entirely too many of the elements that made the singer-songwriter such a singular Southern artist.
The album represents growth for Ponytail, whose music up to now has resembled abstract expressionist painting.
Nine Types of Light is a strong, smart effort from a band that continues to push resolutely forward.
Eschewing the dynamic pop and soul flourishes that made Lemons something of a crossover vehicle, The Family Sign is simply flat.
Whatever C’mon lacks in newness it more than compensates for in intimacy and richness.
It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when Calvin Broadus lost his relevance.
Leave it to Fucked Up to illustrate so neatly that accessibility doesn’t have to herald the loss of credibility.
In support of January’s resplendent Kaputt, the eight-piece Destroyer landed in New York City’s Webster Hall on Sunday night.
As singer-songwriters go, Dan Bejar is a case study of ironic distance.
Similarly on-trend via the increasingly prominent underground R&B movement, the Weeknd takes the genre to even rawer places.
Hearing ReturnOf4Eva is like living in a fantasy world where Pimp C had never died.
You’d be forgiven for thinking the coverage of LCD Soundsystem has gotten out of hand lately.
The harrowing character sketches and wry declarations of self-loathing that populated the Mountain Goats’s previous releases are in short supply here.
Blood Pressures works mostly because of how fully the duo believes in the junk they’re spitting out.
Countrypolitan Duets is respectful of both Wilson’s jazz-singer aspirations and her day job as an in-demand pop-country songwriter.
Laserbeams and Dreams is perhaps a bit too glum for its own good.