Titanic Rising sounds cathartic and triumphant.
Her sparse instrumentation and delicate melodies demand calm attentiveness; few artists can silence a room as intently as Pratt does.
The Talkies is an album so viscerally brilliant it stays with you long after you’ve stopped listening, the silence ringing in your ears.
At 16 tracks, it occasionally feels a touch too indulgent, but that’s easily forgiven when you wonder how many more records of this quality we might get if more of hip-hop’s key figures were as open-minded as these two.
This is Simz at her most enjoyable, delivering everything that makes her distinct but with a welcome layer of polish.
The Practice of Love is an ambitious undertaking and a bold new direction for Hval. It is, in a word, spellbinding.
On Ghosteen Cave seems more vital than ever, a master of his craft who has taken the immense nature of grief and channelled it into an album that burns with beauty.
Norman Fucking Rockwell! feels like an album built to resist time – one of those songwriters’ records that could have been made whenever: Graceland, Blue, Tapestry.
Resplendent and theatrical, All Mirrors is Olsen’s most ambitious and best album yet.
On IGOR, Tyler is at his most vulnerable and heartfelt, and it suits him perfectly.
Directly contrasting the cohesion of her previous releases, the veritable tapestry of sounds woven into MAGDALENE is among the album’s most rewarding assets.