The Irish balladeer’s third album is a mishmash of mythology and past-date pop that leaves him sounding like an interloper.
On their first album in over a decade, the Swedish garage-rock mainstays refuse to evolve or age—they are here for a good time and absolutely nothing else.
Inspired by Angels in America, the French artist’s latest album is a raw, dreamlike, 20-song epic that still feels like a first draft.
Alicia Bognanno’s snarling alt-rock and sledgehammer choruses are blunted by the muddy production on her fourth album.
The Australian singer-songwriter’s new album is a collection of hooky, blistering break-up anthems.
The Toronto songwriter returns with a brief and lovely alt-folk record, vivid and unmoored from place and time.
Raphaelle Standell-Preston’s operatic vocals and a string ensemble help the Canadian trio evoke the rush of new love, though some experiments go awry.
On her first independent release, the pop star pivots to tamer themes and gives more lethargic performances, losing a lot of her spark in the process.
The New Jersey band’s seventh album is a hero’s journey powered by indomitable lifeforce and spirited, classic rock-inspired songwriting. It’s a rollicking good time and their best record in years.
The singer and songwriter’s second album sung almost entirely in Cornish is a document of a revived linguistic heritage with a breezy, ethereal touch.
Holly Laessig and Jess Wolfe are skilled harmonists and sought-after collaborators. Their latest album searches for its own identity in the neon haze of the dancefloor.
Backed by industrial noise, drum machines, and synths, the Philadelphia-based songwriter rages at systems of oppression on a bleak, troubling record of nearly unrelenting hostility.
The band’s open-armed fifth album looks to make amends, situating our human responsibilities within a natural world no less powerful and vulnerable than we are.
Vivifying scenes from her debut novel, the Inuk experimentalist and throat-singer marries fiery condemnations of oppression with tender words of protection for future generations.
On his latest album of country-influenced indie rock, Dave Benton takes surprising, subtle turns in songs of indecision, introspection, and alienation.
The four-year-old pop phenom and famous pig’s second album is a charming and self-assured celebration of family, friendship, and muddy puddles.
Addressing faith, young love, and nostalgia, the songwriter’s autobiographical third album is empathetic yet unsparing, catchy and finely crafted.
The Los Angeles-via-Toronto singer offers a finely wrought EP that showcases her oceanic voice and her austere songwriting.
The alt-rock icon returns with tasteful, timeless rock arrangements on a record about friendship, sobriety, and the love she’d like to receive.
The collaborative album by Jay Som’s Melina Duterte and Palehound’s Ellen Kempner tells compelling and rarely heard stories, but doesn’t reach the same highs as their respective solo work.
Annie Clark brings the glammy sounds of the ’70s to an album about mothers and daughters, fathers and prison. It’s an audacious and deeply personal record occasionally beset by clunky choices.
Countering the isolation of the past year, the UK house producer draws upon classic club sounds in an EP guided by the life-giving virtues of community.
Inspired by mainstream pop, the experimental punk trio try their hand at honed hooks and concise riffs. At their best here, they evoke not Bieber and Grande but classic Sleater-Kinney.
The British psych-rock provocateur pens an album-length ode to the fragile euphoria of clawing yourself back from the brink.
If you can rise to your feet and declare proudly that this place sucks ass, you’ve taken the first step toward creating a place that sucks less ass.