Lisa Wright
The Brooklyn band go all out for fun with an unashamedly catchy third album that wears its heart on its sleeve.
1y
The continued ascent of Beabadoobee seems both assured and deserved.
1y
A window into the multitudes of an artist who’s evidently brimming with them.
1y
The pair have come a long way to get here, but have made easily their best album yet by simply being themselves.
1y
His signature duality of musical buoyancy and lyrical wretchedness is in full flow.
1y
Plenty of sun-drenched sonic optimism, but not so much that’s all that radical.
2y
The opposite of a flash-in-the-pan buzz band; they’re a group really only just getting started.
2y
Still a firm middle finger up to the forces trying to keep Bob Vylan down, but one shouted gleefully from the top of the podium.
2y
If ‘Real Power’ necessarily has a steadiness and maturity to its sound, it’s not for want of emotion or innovation. Getting older with heart and empathy? That sounds like real power to us.
2y
Sky-high, grandiose ambition that ties together lofty literary sentiment, cinematic sweeping theatricality and killer melodic indie hooks with an equal affinity for each.
2y
Penelope Scott’s shit sounds like herself and literally nothing else around right now - and that’s a glorious thing.
2y
Poppy’s fifth album could have benefited from retaining a little more of the zag of old.
2y
Whether raising or dropping the tempo, it pieces together the hooky and the hazy cleverly.
2y
For the most part, ‘Wallsocket’ is the sound of an artist operating entirely, brilliantly on their own terms.
2y
The opposite sex is still firmly caught in her crosshairs, but there’s a tongue wedged firmly in cheek.
2y
The Barbie soundtrack might be plastic fantastic but, far from a joke, these are smart, earwormy pop songs of the highest order, just with a little extra knowing wink.
2y