An anthemic set for our current times and another creative conquest for its iconic author and highly skilled composer, King’s Disease is well-rounded and succinctly delivered, with great replay value and packed with memorable moments.
Pick Me Up Off The Floor doesn’t overstep its boundaries musically or try too hard to be preachy with its lyrical content. It just succeeds in reminding us listeners that Jones can consistently serve a soothing collection of music that calms the nerves in extremely tense times.
He never fails to bring emotion and has a heartfelt openness with his artistry that is fresh and needed more than ever. How I’m Feeling is all those things and so, so much more.
Though the execution isn’t always perfect, I thoroughly respect Public Enemy’s commitment to their storied past, and their efforts to remind people of their importance in the tapestry of hip-hop culture.
Ignatius, his fifth album, marks the culmination of this experience and may very well constitute the magnum opus of his acclaimed career.
The music is almost simple, mostly acoustic with thick blues stuffed in every wrinkle. Dylan doesn’t sing. It’s poetic delivery that plants every sentence firmly in the ground. Each will sprout, spreading new roots in the world of Dylan discovery as we break down his every breath and assign it meaning. Each song needs annotation.
Man Man is the lizard brain of indie rock and Dream Hunting In The Valley Of The In-Between is the sound of the band rolling around, fingers twisting toward the sky.
Bob Mould's Blue Hearts, his fourteenth solo album, is a concert captured in an album, live-sounding songs relentlessly flowing into each other, leaving the listener feeling like they just got off of a water park racing slide that was accidentally overfilled.
If I had to describe Chromatica in one word, “masterpiece” would qualify. An album that spans a total of thirteen tracks (plus three orchestral interludes) should come with some questionable moments. This one doesn’t.