Despite its conceptual underpinnings, Love Remains never sounds overburdened by theory.
Steve Ellison may be all kinds of intellectual, but on Cosmogramma he never loses sight of the less reflective pleasures of his craft.
Halcyon Digest’s finest moment suggests that Deerhunter will get by just fine without the histrionics.
Like “Norway,” a mini masterpiece of vocal and musical interplay, Teen Dream boldly complies the subtle and the overt.
Swim’s songs are fully evocative of the stylistic struggles that the band has come to represent.
With Heartland, Owen Pallett officially lays the Final Fantasy moniker to rest.
To handpick highlights from Plastic Beach should be considered lofty praise indeed; this is an album where the mind-boggling and the mind-blowing are wall to wall. Its brilliance adopts many guises throughout its 16 tracks.
Another triumph of emotional generosity from the most humane and vital rock group of our generation.
Sir Lucious Left Foot succeeds as both a character summation and a declaration of independence.
She's turned out a landmark debut that contains a full LP's worth of excellent songs and almost no bad ones, and she's done it entirely on her own highly idiosyncratic terms. And where her ambition just barely gets the better of her abilities, she puts on such a relentlessly entertaining show that you can certainly understand why she thought she could pull the whole thing off.
Robyn’s Body Talk is one of the year’s finest, most progressive pop albums, but it’s also something of a minor letdown as a standalone project.
No rap album I've heard can boast better production than this one. The music is exhilarating, often abrasive, never predictable, at times stunningly gorgeous. These are the finest tracks that any group of rappers has yet to rhyme over.