Madonna’s most focused effort in decades, the album earns its nostalgia by prioritizing it.
It’s A Bit Complicated is an album of the most ephemeral sort of pleasures.
It almost entirely ignores what it is that gives the duo its claim as perhaps the greatest rock act of its generation.
It’s often hard to tell whether Wade is singing about God or a girlfriend.
We can’t wait until some turntablist uses the album to drop the science.
Though often criticized for over-saturation, Ryan Adams is as efficient as he is prolific.
If you’re going to make an album called Insomniac, you’d be wise not to include a bunch of songs likely to put people to sleep.
While it has the depth that her fans have come to expect, Translated from Love is Willis’s coolest record yet.
S.O.S. feels too much like a rote genre exercise from an artist who has already proven that he’s capable of something far more inspired.
Between Raising Hell isn’t flawed in any ways that speak to an underlying creativity, ambition, or significance.
Singing about being destitute or outrunning death, Cook is never less than convincing.
Porter Wagoner’s exceptional Wagonmaster finds the 80-year-old Grand Ole Opry legend at his most vital.
The MOR approach to the music doesn’t do Mandy Moore any favors.
The greatest artists have taught by example that if you follow your instincts, the fans will usually follow.
On Eat Me, Drink Me, Manson bares himself lyrically and explores new musical avenues.
Chromeo was never meant to be considered a serious musical act, skating that fine line between witty kitsch and cheese-filled retro grooves.
If you find anything on Double Up remotely sexy, we personally want to sterilize you.
Sweet Warrior is a minor release from a major artist.
A decade after its release, OK Computer’s influence can be heard in countless acts on both sides of pond.
Lyrics are once again an Achilles’ high heel for Rihanna.
Battles sound exactly like Steve Reich and Philip Glass jamming with Don Caballero.