The track is a bustling pop-rock song bolstered by a clangy guitar riff and searing synth line.
The band’s fourth studio album offers deeper, more vulnerable insights.
The album explores loss and loneliness, but Dev Hynes finds ways to break through the fog.
The album is laidback, vibe-y, and sample-heavy, with cryptic, free-associative lyrics.
The track is a funk-pop workout that moves the rapper-singer back toward a sunny pop milieu.
The band adds new colors to its already varied sonic palette but retains its signature punch.
The album sets up shop comfortably on the border between R&B and lo-fi indie pop.
The album is composed of mood pieces that feel tenderly reflective but too often stagnant.
The album commands attention on its own terms.
The whole album is restless, overstuffed, and desperate to impress.
These songsunfurl like hazy, sepia-tinged memories of endless summer afternoons.
An official release of the singer’s latest single almost didn’t happen.
The album unfolds like a Pinterest mood board of regional dance subcultures.
The album is both an aesthetic and a thrillingly profound philosophical statement.
The album feels more invested in preserving a myth than reimagining it.
The song delivers all of the vaguely outlined angst we’ve come to expect from the band.
The driving club track finds the singer embracing all of her imperfections.
The album doesn’t shy away from the glare, but rather steps into it.
The album feels like a branding exercise starring Travis Scott as the reluctant ringmaster.
As much as the album relies on attitude, it never feels one-note or settles for mere edginess.
The album serves more as a platform for empty self-aggrandizement than self-reflection.