The band’s first album in a decade is more haunted than its arena-sized choruses suggest.
The Manchester post-punk band mostly plays to their strengths by leaning into the progressive, dance-y side of their sound.
The trio struggles to find a collective identity or creative method that complements their myriad talents.
The album abounds in adventurous new tangents seamlessly integrated with rocking, crowd-pleasing thrills.
If this is the start of the band’s long fade out, here’s hoping those faders don’t come down too quickly.
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The album feels more like a placeholder in the singer’s discography than an audacious new chapter.
The experimental musician’s debut album testifies to the liberating potential of making a racket.
The album finds emotional power in its varied sonic palettes and searching lyricism.
While it may appear wholly flippant upon first listen, the album is far more sophisticated than it seems.
The album is the stuff of neon dreams, even if the group’s ’80s throwback sound has lost some of its novelty.
The album pairs the singer’s rasp with chilled-out contemporary pop arrangements—with mixed results.
The album implicitly and explicitly tangles with the question of where an artist as singular as Karin Dreijer can go from here.
The British rapper embraces a caffeinated punk sound that suggests a cross between Cockney Rejects and Dizzee Rascal.
Listening to the entire album in one sitting is akin to binging a seven-course meal.
The album evokes a childlike wonder, where the difference between terms such as “music” and “noise” becomes almost meaningless.
The album finds the band returning, or perhaps regressing, to the murky hellscape of their earlier work.
The album is a continuation of the Portland rapper’s increasingly formulaic approach to album curation.
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The album repeatedly stalls before it ever has a chance to really take off.
In 1998, the Queen of Pop flung herself like a whirling dervish into a genre whose commercial prospects were uncertain at best.
The album finds the band attempting to take another step toward musical and emotional maturity.