The album sees the singer-songwriter moving in a different direction.
That Ritter has made what is arguably a better record song-for-song than any that Bob Dylan has released this decade isn’t a backhanded compliment.
Aesop’s indomitable presence and knotty co-production make what he says incidental to how he says it.
Panda Bear, everyone’s favorite endangered species and Animal Collectivist, masters problems of scope on Person Pitch.
It sure looks like an awesome party I would’ve loved to been able to afford.
Do we need the Wu-Tang Clan?
The impulse to follow the cues of Judy Garland’s command performance carries over to many aspects of the album.
While Pete Doherty’s deathwatch continues, the legacy of the Libertines remains in limbo.
The album proves once again that Pitbull is a savvy curator of Latin-inflected rhythms, classic crunk, and dance-floor R&B.
The Clientele are really pushing it.
SuperMayer only really seem interested in pushing the boundaries by interpreting forms previously foreign to them.
Freeway is still nothing more than a well-connected hype man.
It’s a smart move for the Eagles to market their latest album directly to the country market.
There hasn’t been a more consistent singles artist in mainstream country music over the last decade than Keith Urban.
The album places Turner in the company of mainstream country acts like Brad Paisley, LeAnn Rimes, and Dierks Bentley
Despite the aggressive nature of his devil’s dance music, Sean Brennan never gets overly excited while making the vamps shake it.
Miss Sparks is the youngest Idol winner to date, and for the most part, she doesn’t try to play older.
And it all begins to make some sense.
The album suggests that Little Big Town is perhaps the only currently popular band in mainstream country worth following.
U2’s The Joshua Tree might not be as magnificent as the masses claim, but it’s not without its share of magnificence.
Like clove cigarettes and emo hoodies, some things just go better with teen angst.