Ryan J. Prado
This is not an album to absorb in desperate moments, but rather an artfully brooding, grime-y thing that stands as a terribly unique and nightmarish account of what it could sound like to spiral out of control.
8y
In their inherent sullenness, Grandaddy finds ways to create happy/sad vignettes that appeal to the hopeless romantic in ways that are nearly invasive.
9y
With No Burden, Lucy Dacus challenges the little boxes everyone seems forced into at one time or another, exposing them for the weak material they’re built from. In the process, she’s created a debut record with an abundance of heart that should speak to anyone with a pulse of their own.
9y
Whether displaying his loyalty to his muse’s roots, or gnashing his teeth at the right to snub traditions ... Ryley Walker’s talents are enormous. The praise for his second full-length ought to be the same.
11y
At its core, this follow-up to 2012’s JP is as whimsically experimental as it is steeped and reveling in its own revivalism.
11y
The more charming pockets found within The Narcissist II’s peculiar symmetry are worth waiting for, so long as you’re willing to suspend your disbelief long enough to ingest the entire record.
13y
Washed in reverb-heavy thunderclaps of clunky piano and violin, the timbre of Ward’s rasp comes through clean and comforting.
5y
What emerges by the halfway point of the title track is the sense that you're not listening to just another piano troubadour; you're hearing the oceanic confessions of an artist who in time will be considered one of the most affecting composers of this still young century.
10y
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