Matt Mitchell
Finneas’ arrangements are so tight and complimentary to Eilish’s own macabre tendencies and unfiltered anecdotes that it’s impossible to not be charmed by the sheer lack of fuss this record expounds.
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The Portishead vocalist/lyricist took a decade to concoct her first-ever solo studio album and came out with bleak, orchestral, funereal songs about motherhood, mortality, and everything caught in-between.
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The Los Angeles singer-songwriter’s fourth album—and her first in five years—attempts to reckon with time and all of its charms, disasters and unknowns.
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A live recording taped at a private party in 2023, Young and his bandmates give the songs from their 1990 classic Ragged Glory a modern, unkempt and unfiltered second life.
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The D.C. punk five-piece’s debut album uses contemporary cultural references and online language to champion solidarity—while railing against violence, capitalistic parasitism and the gendered normativity of Americana with a clenched fist and an open heart.
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The Leeds post-punk quartet embrace the prospects of experimental failure and, in turn, come away with a resounding, charismatic and dance-heavy sophomore LP.
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Tomorrow’s Coffee is a set of earworms built to linger.
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They’ve earned this record and these tracks, and their attention to repurposing riffs runs deeper than McGreevy’s vocals or Lewis’ shredding: When you strip away all of the language and percussion and catchiness of Harm’s Way, the sorrow we’re left with sounds the same.
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The best synth-pop band of the 21st century finds striking new ground on their seventh studio album.
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Once Life Is Infinite concludes, it’s clear that Wings of Desire are made up of much, much more.
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While (Live and Loose!) is a fitting conclusion to his whirlwind year—one that signals how massive 2024 might just be for him—MJ Lenderman is still kicking and screaming. So say it with me: Dudes rock.
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The Philadelphian's 52-minute EP is full of earnest, pensive jams, genuinely good cover songs and an uncertain outlook on what might come next.
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With melodies caustically gruesome even in their most sublime moments and a deliberate, confident mark of language running throughout, Angel Diaz’s sophomore album is captivating, effortless and nocturnal.
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The greatest rock band of all time still has a lot left in the tank on their 24th studio album—an ambitious, familiar and explosive return after going 18 years without releasing an album of new material.
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There’s so much despair and lonesomeness and erosion articulated through various depictions of interpersonal and self-destruction on Laugh Track that an old line like “I’m put together, but beautifully” has never felt more apocryphal.
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The singer/songwriter’s sophomore album is a dashing and brilliant leap of Americana.
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The Nashville garage rockers are as volatile as ever on their first LP in 15 years.
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Homo Anxietatem is a stroke of brilliance not for how many different landscapes Shamir wanders across, but for how generous and relentless in the pursuit of transformation they become as the album unfolds.
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Radio Red is a crystalline, shimmering pop enterprise that dares to ask what a project might look like when a synthesizer takes a backseat to a career-defining vocal performance.
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Released nearly 50 years after being shelved, the beloved singer/songwriter’s should’ve-been eighth album is a piercing, emotional and scattered portrait of a genius grappling with a transitional period in his career.
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On their debut album, the Texas trio shine through weird, improbable and relentless amalgams of surf-rock, jazz and punk.
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On her first album with the Johnsons in 13 years, ANOHNI fashions a masterpiece about trans survival in the wake of ecocide, alienation, prejudice and violence
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