She has pulled off the difficult trick of developing a new signature sound, without losing the personal perspective that separated her from the pack in the first place.
With just eight tracks, JAGUAR makes for a short yet thrillingly sexy listening experience.
Petals for Armor doesn’t offer up an easy redemptive arc towards happiness; it is a Herculean effort to pull yourself out of depression. But in letting us in on that effort, Williams has created something special.
Underneath is a glitchy, industrial wasteland.
Drawing heavily on the Chicago house and Detroit techno of the Eighties, Seeking Thrills is a heady dose of sonic nostalgia.
Walking Like We Do is an album about the will to keep moving forwards – regardless of whether you know exactly where you’re going.
Throughout is a sense of wonderment at being alone. Perhaps solitude is an underrated pursuit, but with Inner Song, Owens makes a highly convincing case for it.
Chromatic is an extravagant, sometimes even overblown album – but I suspect it will keep revealing itself over time. And by that point, she’ll be onto the next era.
What’s Your Pleasure? reveals the magic that happens when an artist feels truly free.
Re-Animator packs global anxiety and paranoia into exquisitely crafted songs. A superb album.
Rina’s mini album may have marked her out as one to watch, but SAWAYAMA stakes her claim as one of the boldest voices in pop today.
I’m Your Empress Of is a bold statement of her individuality, nodding to her Honduran heritage but also her clear love of electronic music and Chicago house.
For those missing the electricity of live music, the seasoned connectivity Letter to You delivers something very close.
Big Conspiracy is Hus’s second chance – an album that proves he’s just as essential a part of UK music today as he was three years ago.
It is an elastic, often beautiful work that finds glory in chaos.
For the most part Gold Record is a deftly woven and cosily feathered little nest of songs.
Killer Mike and El-P have long-since learnt how to turn their words into ammunition, but this is a distillation of all their anger and elation, hurt and love.
Like its predecessor, ‘Swimming’, the album is drenched in languorous grooves and buzzy synths – only here, Miller sounds more at peace with himself.
This is an unconventional record – at least for the world’s biggest pop star. It’s also brilliant.
Though some might find the odd track a bit noodly, I was rendered wonderfully weightless by a journey that delivered whole galaxies of nuance in a universal context.
With trusted producer Blake Mills (Fiona Apple, Laura Marling), the artist born Mike Hadreas ensures that each and every note on his new album, Set My Heart on Fire Immediately, lands with devastating precision. These 13 tracks are finely wrought works of art that draw as much influence from Purcell and Mozart as they do scuzzy Nineties post-punk.
More subtle than her previous works, these new songs are as fragmented and beautiful as stained glass.
On the American singer-songwriter’s fifth album, Saint Cloud, luscious melodies are undercut by a lingering unease, sentimentality by steeliness.
It’s a sheer bliss that she can deliver these hard truths to a soundtrack that’s ridiculously leotard and leg warmers. Honestly, there isn’t a duff track on here. Every beat is elastic, every note and sample bold and shiny. Future Nostalgia is 37 minutes of pure sonic spandex.
Manic descants, discordant pianos and abrupt changes in time signature at once complement and compete with each other in a carefully crafted clatter.