You can chalk Carnage up as anything from a zeitgeist experiment to a flawed masterpiece, but there’s something precious and compassionate at its heart that I honestly believe will make the world a better place in its own peculiar way, beyond the scope of critical evaluation.
It’s Iron Maiden, once again, flexing their inimitable style with vigour and enthusiasm. And that’s the most endearing aspect of Senjutsu; for a band that’s been going for this long, it’s wonderful to see all of these talented musicians making music with genuine heart and passion behind it all.
In truth, this is an entirely new beast from the UK rapper. There's an argument to be made that Sometimes... is the fullest realisation of all Little Simz's facets, that the contrasts she's always employed from project to project are trapped in amber together in this one breathtaking moment.
Travis Miller's work has always been infinitely more complex than simple descriptors make it sound, and VOLCANIC BIRD ENEMY... is perhaps the apotheosis of this. Warm, haunted, lovely and broken, this album provides you no roadmap to its secrets except the invitation to just fucking listen and find them for yourself.
They delivered neither a classic nor an embarrassing flop that revealed them as a flavour-of-the-week fancy, but just a pretty good album with room to improve.
For a fan of Angels & Airwaves, this album will probably blow your mind. As a casual fan like myself, even I can’t overlook the refined songwriting here. Its cohesive atmosphere is matched only by its densely packed, multi-faceted instrumentation.
Home Video is a vibrant, unsparing celebration of life's many chapters and what it means to be human: flaws, doubts and all.
Where the Gloom Becomes Sound is Tribulation at its best, a testimony of everything that the band is capable at this point, but also an album weaved and dominated by Hulten’s vision.
Infinite Granite does posit a concrete achievement of sorts with Deafheaven’s career. Its style is continuous and, while occasionally underwhelming, never disastrous.
A big splash in this secret garden.
Flaws aside, Still Sucks delivers exactly what you'd expect from the band.
Primordial Arcana combines the band’s better features into one, defining release.
On Little Oblivions, she's taken the spaces in her music that used to be empty and filled them with churning, beautiful noise.
A Tiny House… is a wonderful album in its own right, shimmering, soothing and startling at the opportune moments and confirming all the wonderful things everyone already knew about Sweet Trip: that’s no mean feat, conservative a scope as it may be.
IRA is haunting, breathtaking, and evocative – a towering benchmark for Iosonouncane that may have already swept the rest of 2021 under its enormous shadow.
I am certain that Blood Moon I will push the limits of disbelief for many veteran Converge fans, but it’s a development in their sound that’s been a long time coming, and that it has finally been realized here masterfully.
Radical is by no means a reinvention or revelation for the band, but I wouldn't want it to be. In refusing to fix what ain't broke, ETID prove themselves once more as the reigning king of their peculiar, blood-splattered bouncy-castle.
Despite trimming themselves down to five members, Illusory Walls finds the band at their most adventurous and resolute. They’re downright progressive, and damn near metal at times.
With so many callbacks to other albums over the years it’s little to no wonder as to why Mastodon’s latest offering is such a worthy gem. Both new and older fans should find more than a moment to enjoy.