Though the album is consistent in its moody menace, it charts too-familiar territory.
Nothing Was the Same further establishes a persona driven by Drake’s still-developing conflict between assurance and hesitation.
Kings of Leon manages to muster enough rigor and discipline to keep Mechanical Bull kicking.
Here’s hoping the rest of the album’s got some hidden punches.
Closer to the Truth not only perpetuates Cher’s exhausted formula, it fails to reinvent it.
Self Made, Vol. 3 never defies the training camp aesthetic that defines these kinds of collaborations.
The mechanical churn of commerce rings loudly on each and every track of Avicii’s True.
Circles Super Bon Bon… can’t quite shake the obvious negativity of its creator.
Relaxed but never lazy, Wise Up Ghost is a groove-driven album that pops with attitude.
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The latest offering from Ejecta builds from Enya-esque meditation to ‘80s synth-pop splendor in under two minutes.
Ski Mask occasionally reminds us that Islands haven’t lost their ability to get weird.
“Shot at the Night” might not be either the band’s or Gonzalez’s best work, but it’s a promising direction for Brandon Flowers and company.
The album runs the gamut between workmanlike and sounding a little bored.
Britney Spears has dropped her new single, “Work Bitch,” a day early after the track leaked online over the weekend.
MGMT plays like two dudes fiddling around with knobs and software to see how much noise they can lay down over a whole lot of B-side-grade material.
New Zealand pop singer Lorde has dropped a new single from her debut LP, out September 30th on Republic.
The Electric Lady is a lengthy but never boring tribute to bounce and grind.
Arctic Monkeys’ AM is a carefully written and produced effort about the desultory careen of youth.
Pat Grossi, a.k.a. Active Child, has announced a new six-track EP, The Rapor.
Arcade Fire has been more than a little bit coy about their new album, Reflektor.
With Tales of Us, the dance floor isn’t just empty; it’s burnt to a husk and shrouded in darkness.