Cheri Amour
Their sludge-coloured, super lo-fi sulkiness became synonymous with the era of indie sleaze.
It might be a new era for Dream Nails but they’re still fighting the good fight, just with fewer goofs.
Nearly half a century since their debut, Relentless proves that Chrissie Hynde’s Pretenders can still be the talk of the town.
Like Lavigne before her, Rodrigo has mastered the millennial angst of an era.
Mommy isn’t the sound of a nostalgia trip around the legacy circuit.
Euphoric feels like an album snatching at time. Whether that’s Nineties hedonism or a moment of sweet escapism.
Angels & Queens - Part II is proof that a little spark from a high flyer was all it took for this slow-burning band to soar.
It’s in her bright and brilliant rage that Peters truly dazzles.
It’s Peak Parks and what a joy that is to have her back.
Canadian artist confronts life and death in a heartfelt ode to her father and daughter.
Subverting male hero worship is one of the things that’s so refreshingly brilliant about boygenius.
She’s an art-school adventurer who has painted, filmed and performed by her own rules for over four decades.
Whatever preconceptions you might have about the nostalgic emo revival, Paramore have risen above the period to new plains.
The Bristol songwriter’s sophomore album is a survival story, reviving us for what lies ahead.
Lacking the bark and bite of her righteous debut, the Australian musician's sophomore release simply washes over you.
Camp Cope might no longer be storming the patriarchy with this contemplative collection but they’ve pitched their spot for a bright future regardless.
An elemental voice for our weary souls, Saint Cloud marks a moment of reckoning for Katie Crutchfield, aka Waxahatchee.
If Bury Me at Makeout Creek marked Mitski’s “breakthrough” and seismic shift from piano to punk rage on guitar, and Puberty 2 grappled with finding happiness in the reality of adulthood, Be the Cowboy is a new frontier.