A bold and completely undiluted vision, Apple's fifth is something to behold.
Where once he seemed to articulate sociopathy, perhaps even misanthropy, Callahan's cast on Gold Record are notable for their kindness, and for the dignity of their discretion.
Judging by Beyond the Pale, his best album in years, Cocker is one of those confounding frontman who appear to dominate bands but struggle on their own.
If we force ourselves inside American Head, we find it full of intimate details that eschew social distancing. Breathe it in.
As a showcase for his life’s work, Idiot Prayer is extraordinary, breathtakingly varied within its minimal format, and compelling throughout.
It Is What It Is feels understated, but more powerful for this restraint.
Within its quintessential 40-minute-album parameters, Summerlong inexorably sucks the listener into its groove.
The Slow Rush proves the rewards of taking time; Kevin Parker is an artist worthy of yours.
Ultimately, what redeems Letter To You from notions of idealised nostalgia is the rigour of its performances, particularly those of Springsteen himself, who for the second successive album is in the singing form of his life.
Amind imponderable grief, a creative triumph.
Both beguiling and frustrating, The Ascension is complex, bold and oddly lovable.