Solange’s fourth album is unhurried, ambient, and exploratory. Using everything from spiritual jazz to Gucci Mane, Solange conjures her hometown with exceptional songcraft and production.
Her new EP, Hallucinogen, uses the gristle and guts of feeling as a thematic base for exploring new textures in music.
Unbreakable is a synthesis of ideas Jackson’s collected and tested throughout her career.
On Wildheart, Miguel makes good on all of his cross-genre dabbling of the past five years, but unlike the track-based experiments that dotted his two prior LPs and five mixtapes, he extrapolates the heavy funk across an entire album.
On Ratchet, an honest, earnest pop record, Shamir elaborates on the gutsy melodies of those early demos and singles and makes good on the hype.
Heterocetera might not be a happy recording, but that’s what makes the five-track collection so ambitious.
Much of A.K.A. is still mawkish, midtempo melodrama that does too much to accentuate J. Lo’s tunelessness.
Where We Come From chooses its own pace, takes a softer approach to dembow and borrows strategically from the boudoir synths of current rap&b.
This is her best album, more textured than its predecessors in both sound and content.
Maybe this is just an honest reflection of where the young twentysomething finds himself, creatively and personally. Kiss Land plays like a more considered, better-mastered continuation of Echoes of Silence, not anything dramatically different.
Wolf is where he should’ve reasserted himself within this new context. Instead, he seems bent on making a career out of his adolescent emotional turmoil, resulting in a thematically stagnant, myopic and ultimately immature record.
He remains magnanimous but brash, never conceding to collaborators or the beat, rapping hard - channelling multiple voices - as if hip-hop depended on it.
The Haunted Man is yearning, elegant pop music in line with the past year's best.
Her debut is a sonic amalgam of dusky 80s R&B and pristine 90s Brit soul. It's lush, sophisticated pastiche.