In short, Murphy hasn’t only just made her own “happy ending” as she sang, she has also managed to create a body of work that will bring her undoubtedly remarkable story in song to broader attention—Róisín’s Machine is an unequivocal triumph.
It’s this emotional core that helps make Róisín Machine such a sweaty celebration of the dancefloor, its redeeming power making it well worth its lengthy gestation.
From start to finish, Róisín Machine is cohesive and spellbinding. Murphy truly is a machine in her consistent creativity, and this is a particularly well-oiled example of her brilliance.
An album that only Róisín Murphy could make, Róisín Machine is the product of a life milked to its fullest extent. Instead of ignoring shortcomings, it elongates them into swirling, hypnotic dance tracks that are just as suitable for the club as they are for days stuck at home, where restlessness brings out the strangest in us all.
Roísín Machine is among Murphy's best works, a showcase for one of dance music's most endlessly fascinating figures.
The album is decadent and indulgent at times and it only adds to the allure.
Murphy has always produced bold art-pop albums with magnetic personality, but Róisín Machine is undeniably the most cohesive, least ambiguous statement she’s made. It’s a prescient remedy to contemporary woes and an addictively listenable collection of songs.
So much of the album ... feels so stale, tedious, and sometimes devoid of anything deeply moving or intriguing, that the highlights are not quite enough to save the overall experience.
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