For all its impassioned vocal performances and effective updates on the forms of Kate Bush and Björk, Magdalene isn’t quite greater than the sum of its parts.
Westside Gunn’s grimy vibe remains the best thing going for him, while songwriting remains his Achilles heel.
Despite arriving nearly a decade after Guru’s passing, One of the Best Yet stays true to Gang Starr’s style and philosophy.
The only stirring thing about listening to MCID is hearing who Highly Suspect will poorly mimic next.
Pyroclasts‘ improvisational concept yields Sunn O)))’s most stimulating set of drones all decade.
Feet of Clay sounds like a cobbled together set of SRS-style odds and ends.
The production and vocal performances on Pony are considerable steps down from Rex Orange County’s previous efforts.
Leaving Meaning, while frequently stunning, feels more like a reiteration for Swans than it does an evolution.
A quick review of the new Ariel Pink compilation—it’s good!
Kanye’s unstoppable egoism and lack of focus impedes his ability to do a gospel-inspired album justice.
