Drone albums are by their nature immersive, but it’s rare to come across one so tempestuous, evocative and compelling from start to finish as Wilderness of Mirrors.
Hurt but all the wiser for it, Ka uses the conceit of chess to tie together this document of his journey from hard-as-nails thug to saved rapper.
I can’t think of an album since My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy that was this big and sounded this good.
Strangely for an album so heavily peopled with voices (none of them identifiably Lopatin’s), R Plus Seven feels isolated and eerily post-human. Musically it may be Oneohtrix Point Never’s most accessible work yet, but the emotional pull it exerts is minimal.
XXX might just represent the most polished and fully formed manifestation of street-meets-art rap so far.
It’s one of the grandest hip-hop records of all time ... full of vocoder, guitar, narration and overheard betrayals, and it’s frequently torn between whether it wants to be a rugged, raw rap record or a grandiose pop opera.
The Idler Wheel… is her most adult work yet, a record that’s underpinned by the fundamental grown-up characteristic of embracing one’s own ridiculous, stubborn dysfunction because, Hell, what other option is there?