Over length of 12 tracks, the soul/G-funk stuff becomes a little one-note, while the Disney-fied material lacks the charm that makes Prass such an engaging, idiosyncratic performer.
... an album that, save a couple of weaker links (‘Angel’ and ‘Just A Ride’) is hard to fault. Thank god Peace are back, and on breathtaking form.
Post-mainstream breakthrough, ‘Oxnard’ is a deft dissection of the fallout, just as free-ranging and hopeful as you’d imagine.
Like an early greatest hits, ‘Cool Like You’ is overflowing with singles.
Eminem’s always been at his best when he’s pissed off, and for all its ‘poor me’ posturing, ‘Kamikaze’ at least feels honest.
British producer ditches house bangers for symphonic genius on his debut album.
Stripped to the bare bones of her soul and the sentiment, her truth shines – and there’s a beauty in that. The only thing holding it back is a lack of risk, but there’s still so much comfort in the familiar.
‘Room 25’ is not only smartly constructed and laced with intricate subtlety – it’s laugh-out-loud funny, too.
In their time away, Iceage have grown highly evolved – and a little more sensual.
This head-banging, Led Zep-indebted collection of rock songs might not change the world, but it'll at least give yer head a little wobble.
A triptych of a record, ‘Bad Witch’ spans all of NIN’s many sides. From clattering industrial sonics, to expansive, soaring soundscapes, via free jazz and mutating electronica, it’s the sound of a band bolstering their already formidable palette.
Ruminations on a post-Brexit nation from a bunch of middle-aged musicians is, perhaps, less essential than it seems to deem itself, but there are probing thoughts and moments to make it worth sticking with.
‘Tell Me How You Really Feel’ is Courtney Barnett at her angriest and most vulnerable, but being a drinker of details means she can also blow the beauty of life’s little things up to full-size.
The album evokes snapshots of nostalgic memories. A high-water mark in Peep’s work, it reminds listeners of the talent Gustav Åhr possessed and how we were deprived of it all too early.
It’s an impossibly beautiful dedication to a life like few others. Long may Architects live on.
The mellow master’s seventh studio album is an expansive odyssey that proves he’s an idiosyncratic one-off.
The Manchester band moves from cult concern to the big leagues with an impressive, deft debut.
Take a deep breath, lay back and soak in the technicolour empire Maribou State have crafted on this album – you’ll feel at one with our world for it.