Steve Lacy still sounds as if he's in demo mode on Apollo XXI.
Mac DeMarco pares his songwriting down to something more minimal on Here Comes the Cowboy, losing a lot of personality along the way.
Maggie Rogers' debut studio album doesn't have much in the way of memorable songwriting or a distinctive voice.
Tyler, the Creator leaves an awkward and weakly assembled Christmas EP under the tree.
Zoo's songs, with only a couple of exceptions, range from boring to awful and are further weighed down by Russ's crummy mindset.
Valee doesn't come through with a single flow worth stealing on his latest EP.
On Swimming, Mac Miller continues to work outside of his strengths without improving at all upon the obvious weaknesses of his previous album.
Tory Lanez is so similar to his contemporaries that it's hard to see the point of Memories Don't Die's existence.