The singer has teased a new release date for the set and announced a companion album to boot.
When Young Jeezy is equipped with the right beat, his croaky, workingman rhymes are irresistible.
If this isn’t the definition of “peak Gaga,” then I don’t know what is.
The ambition level of Crunk Rock, Lil Jon’s long-delayed follow-up to Crunk Juice, is revealed almost immediately.
White Crosses proves to be a varied and exciting listen.
Mostly, Ariel Rosenberg effectively exploits his new environs to create a sense of comfort.
At best, songs like “Holdin’ On” and “Go On” are serviceable, but they lack any semblance of spark or inspiration.
It’s the band’s confidence and self-awareness that keep that tone from sinking the project.
For four guys in their 20s, Tokyo Police Club sure lays the nostalgia on thick.
The lack of a distinct voice, one of many trouble spots on their first effort, cements itself here as the band’s biggest problem.
In accordance with their frolicsome demeanor, they crank up all of their instruments to a near skull-invading level.
The misanthropic “Power” will surely alienate those longing for another sunny hit like “Hey Mama.”
So, curses to you, once again, robots!
This is brainy, energizing stuff, and sometimes it hits like lightning.
On the surface, Bionic is as efficient a pop entertainment as was Circus.
The bulk of the album is comprised of stiff beats and in-your-face bluster that attempt to portray Robyn as more impenetrable machine than flesh-and-blood sweetheart.
There are certain things that, once dead, should probably stay buried.
Deer Tick has never quite crossed over from playacting into making a sound totally their own.
The album is more or less interchangeable with 2008’s Nude with Boots both in terms of its sound and its level of quality.
Up on the Ridge is an example of what modern country music ought to sound like.
A Memory Is Better Than Nothing is at times effective while feeling persistently inconsequential.