The Leeds junglist tells a story in the wrong order, in the right way.
Kate Nash’s sophomore effort proves that she’s still the best of the lot when it comes to balancing her pop hooks with a compelling persona.
That Nelson is in especially fine vocal form only heightens the impression that the album was recorded decades ago.
After five proper studio albums, middling songs like “Red Light” and “Bump in the Road” shouldn’t be the best he has to draw from.
Disappointment that it is, the album still might have been saved from the outer limits of tedium were it not so mercilessly dreary.
Palomino is one of the more exciting bluegrass albums in recent memory.
A vocalist of unparalleled intuition and depth, Burke is able to mine genuine emotion from even the most pedestrian of material.
This is joyful, colorful, uplifting music, bursting with complex horns and restive use of time signatures.
The Dark Leaves finds Matt Pond PA spinning in an ever-deepening hole.
The album is a mildly interesting listen, but proves to be nothing less than a regression into ennui-drenched acid folk mimicry.
Here Lies Love makes the case that the sprawling concept album shtick should be left to the prog rockers.
The album remains deceptively complex, no matter its stream-of-consciousness flow and sparse instrumentation.
McCready is going to have to exercise better taste in material if she wants to make a full-fledged comeback.
This is easily the most loaded, fascinating country debut since Big & Rich’s Horse of a Different Color.
Nonstoperotik delves both overtly and suggestively into the seamier edges of Black Francis’s psyche.
Hippies is the kind of inconsequential romp that feels like a much shorter album than it actually is.
Go’s biggest surprise—that shouldn’t really be a surprise—is Jónsi’s remarkable vocal performances.
While there’s something to be said for the band’s playing to its and Jones’s many strengths, there’s also something to be said for risk.
The sad truth is that Dylan’s songs here don’t really merit the gorgeous production job.
Universal still hasn’t gotten with the times, hence this barn-burner of a video having been pulled from YouTube.
It goes without saying that Wu-Massacre is reliant on the superb chemistry between Meth, Ghost, and Rae.