We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
Boasting a title that only a grad student could love, Wilderness’s new album, (k)no(w)here, doesn’t exactly expand on their trademark sound.
The pleasures of Little Joy, a casually assembled, self-titled side project anchored by Strokes drummer Fabrizio Moretti, are small but concise.
The album arrives with a host of existential questions that Bradford Cox and Deerhunter have entertained before but have never fully answered.
For an album with no lyrics, Jóhann Jóhannsson’s Fordlandia certainly has a lot of things to say.
Play is an insightful, compelling and fantastically performed declaration of who Paisley is as an artist.
As anyone who’s been there can attest, New Orleans isn’t really the best place to be sad.
I love this stuff and Spilt Milk is some kind of genius missing link.
It’s no surprise that Madonna’s new show comes off not unlike an act of self-defense.
Smooth and mostly sunny, Cardinology hums along on the fumes of better Ryan Adams material.
Evolver might be the least affected of Legend’s LPs thus far.
Broken Hymns distracts from the staleness of its themes by burning them from the ground up.
A Hundred Million Suns, unlike Snow Patrol’s previous two releases, focuses on the giddy start of a relationship rather than its end.
As divorce albums go, no one will mistake Funhouse as a Blood on the Tracks-style emotional bloodletting.
That Don’t Make Me a Bad Guy offers occasional glimpses of the talent that deservedly made Toby Keith a star.
Soft Airplane fails to surpass Chad VanGaalen’s previous output.
Albums about breakups don’t have to be downers.
The songs that work reveal Gaga to be the Xtina/Gwen/Fergie hydra monster that she is.
Gossip in the Grain clearly shows Ray LaMontagne can do more than the typical singer-songwriter navel gazing.
Much of Does You Inspire You veers a little too far into silly terrain to elevate it above a well-made and well-performed oddity.
Frankly, Róisín Murphy ought to be bigger in the United States than she is.