This is a band that has hit its stride in a way that’s hard to articulate, and even harder to pull off effectively.
On Exmilitary, Death Grips played liked sonic terrorism, a group bending hip-hop to be as brusque and frightening as noise rock. On The Money Store, they play like an electronic group that happens to have a deranged rapper as its front man. The difference is subtle, but important.
Garbus might be more known right now as a magnetic performer, but w h o k i l l proves she's just as beguiling on record.
Gone are the frantic raps, menacing synths, and general hardness of the band's past three albums. In their place is a mellow approximation of the jazzy, old-school charm of The Roots circa Things Fall Apart.
Throughout its padded 40-minute run time (like All Hour Cymbals, it’s got a decent amount of filler), Odd Blood makes a stronger case for what’s up next for the band’s sound than where it is now.
Despite its short shelf life, Real Estate, if it hits you at the right time, can be splendidly transcendent.
Listening to Bleach now, the main thing that comes across is how little it sounds moored to a specific time.
Logos, while just the second solo album from the frontman for a band of marginal fame, represents the latest and greatest chapter in Cox’s ride to indie stardom.
Popular Songs finds the band crafting solid indie rock that is more by-the-numbers than Yo La Tengo has been in the past.
The Blueprint 3 starts well enough. Its first half is good to great ... But around the time we get to the Timbaland-produced, Limbaugh-dissing, Drake-featuring “Off That,” a song about how far ahead of the curve Jay is, the album's quality falls off considerably.