The album sounds beamed in from an earlier decade, but it runs deeper than nostalgia.
The album’s high enjoyability factor is likely incidental to Willie Nelson’s true aims: honoring one of country music’s most enduring songwriters.
Smooth flow and occasional inventive beats notwithstanding, this is an album that feels bloated, overextended, and much too calculated.
Ringleader of the Tormentors makes you wonder if seven-year gaps between albums are necessary.
Unfortunately, nothing else on A Girl Like Me matches the audacity of “SOS.”
Wilderness is on Jagjaguwar Records not American Idol, and their new record, Vessel States, bears zero crossover appeal.
The problem is not the Coup’s OutKast influence, but that the comparison illuminates Riley’s significantly weaker flow.
Other True Self is the exact medicine that Vernon Reid’s Black Rock Coalition is asking for.
As a stand-alone, this first volume suffers a bit from just how well-read the first chapter of Tommy Boy’s history is at this point.
For better and worse, there’s no other band that sounds like the Fiery Furnaces.
The album devotes much of its running time to West’s forceful confidence, her wry sense of humor, and her ongoing process of self-actualization.
The album is a return to the band’s detail-oriented form.
Mike kinner’s uncomfortable response to fame is genuinely human, but the artistic expression of his crisis is a drag.
The album is an entire box of Fruity Pebbles: vibrant, colorful, and awfully tempting to OD on.
Lost in America is forgettable in a way that all but ensures that its title will turn out to be prophetic.
Bob Delevante is armed with a strong pop sensibility and a gift for composing memorable melodies and even more memorable photographs.
The album seems destined to be regarded as a “transitional” record a few years out.
Don’t believe what cultural history books tell you.
LL Cool J’s latest eponymous release, Todd Smith, finds the rap vet surrounded by an all-star line-up.
The album is a bright, beautifully wrapped package filled with nothing but styrofoam packing peanuts.
The Vines ultimately come off as nothing more than a proficient Nirvana cover band.