We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
All American Made is a testament to singer-songwriter Margo Price’s fiery independent streak.
The album is most effective when Cuomo fades into the dusky, melancholy ambiance.
Bootsy Collins’s World Wide Funk delivers pure, unpretentious funk, overflowing with the joy of creation.
The album pares back Norwegian producer Hans-Peter Lindstrøm’s sound to the point of quasi-minimalism.
The album doesn’t reinvent pop-soul, but it solidifies Clarkson’s position as one of her generation’s greatest singers.
The music on St. Vincent’s latest is rooted in retro influences while the lyrics are decidedly forward-looking.
Beautiful Trauma’s neat construction renders the album less than the sum of its parts.
Enjoyment of The Saga Continues will depend on one’s tolerance for Wu-Tang at its most generic.
Despite the incessant theme of freedom on Colors, Beck’s idiosyncrasies seem constrained.
Even the songs with the most explicitly historical narratives can’t help but double as personal confessions.
A quintessential stopgap album, Lotta Sea Lice sees Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile cruising throughout.
Stefani is affectionately loyal to the standards on You Make It Feel Like Christmas.
ken showcases the most commercially appealing elements of Destroyer frontman Dan Bejar’s oeuvre.
Miley Cyrus’s sixth album, Younger Now, isn’t quite the reactionary effort it’s been made out to be.
The new music video for St. Vincent’s “Los Ageless” is a vibrant, sci-fi satire of Hollywood superficiality.
Lovato sounds as confident as ever on her aptly titled sixth album, Tell Me You Love Me.
Rather than treat the blues as a stuffy, academic genre exercise, Roll with the Punches plays like a party album.
On Cry Cry Cry, Wolf Parade captures how complacency allows simmering tensions to metastasize.
Throughout his latest album, Josh Ritter is mindful of folk forms but never beholden to them.
Wonderful Wonderful’s best tracks happen to be the ones that feel the most tossed off by the Killers.