As well-realized as the original Twin Fantasy was, and as much as it's defined by a specific period in its creator's life, it's obvious that Toledo sees the project as a fluid work.
Nine Inch Nails’s Bad Witch wrestles with a depraved culture that's showing signs of impending collapse.
Sweetener is a reflection of Grande's growing awareness of herself as an artist and her place in the world.
Though Sofi Tukker’s mélange of disparate sounds and influences ... lends Treehouse an air of worldly sophistication, Hawley-Weld and Halpern never take themselves or their music too seriously. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.
With Wide Awake!, Parquet Courts treats both figurative and literal forward motion as a cathartic act.
A Productive Cough is Titus Andronicus's freshest, wildest, most unexpected work to date.
Unlike most ephemeral pop music today, Chris—like the gender-fluid character at its center—feels consequential and everlasting.
Negro Swan is Blood Orange's most assured, accomplished, and significant album to date.
The singer-songwriter's impossibly effortless tunesmithing remains a preternatural force. But this time, it's accompanied by heavier subjects, more personal confessionals, and a sense that Barnett's cheery melodies exist solely to keep her from being crushed by the weight of the world.
Caution feels like the album Mariah has wanted to make all along: one that literally throws caution to the wind and sees her embracing her inner weirdo.
Just as Dove's songs adopt a comparatively traditional pop-rock bent, they're lyrically more cogent than Donelly's early world-salad compositions, with a focus on family and mature relationships.
Hive Mind is the Internet's most musically diverse and synergetic album to date.
Bloom may be less ambitious than its predecessor, but it frequently manages to do more with less.
In shedding her sci-fi persona, Monáe has ended up making a great pop album, and a rallying call for “free-ass motherfuckers” everywhere.
At nine lean but often seemingly formless tracks, Honey feels raw and incomplete, like a work in progress—and maybe that’s the point.