Harvey would suggest that passivity wreaks nothing but death and destruction. But, in this particular case, the result is something like a clarion call.
Bottomless Pit is possessed, and songs like ‘Eh’ and ‘Three Bedrooms In A Bad Neighbourhood’ are as vital as anything the group has yet released.
Marked by a reverence for the rich history of black American music, Malibu is a love letter to the giants on whose shoulders he stands.
The Colour in Anything is a work of restless invention, standing as Blake’s most creative collection to date.
Occasionally, Homme, Fertita, and Helders impress, but more often than not, Iggy’s sidemen are unremarkable, which only serves to highlight how commanding the rock n’ roll singer still is at age 68.
Everything You’ve Come to Expect is stylish, self-satisfied, smug, sleazy, cocky and confident. It is completely over the top and that’s just where these boys want to be.
Puberty 2 captures the sense of frustration, resignation and self-awareness that can only come from years of grappling with emotional demons: now, she holds her vulnerability with confidence, in anthemic and improbably striking songs, for all to see.
As much a house record as it is a hip-hop record, 99.9% often defies classification, but never abandons its skew-whiff take on contemporary dance music.
The overarching feeling here is confidence – the result of a band that threw themselves off a cliff and found a net hanging just below.
If The Life of Pablo is about anything, it’s about the absurdity of being Kanye West.
Hopelessness is a response to the raging debate around diversity; it’s a shot across the bow to steadfast conservatives and ambivalent progressives alike. Anohni doesn’t just seek visibility – she demands it.
Although Coloring Book isn’t a disappointment necessarily, but there are no giant leaps forward here, nothing to fully justify the wait. Chance has crystallised his aesthetic, but one hopes that on his next release he adds another chapter to the volume, rather than revising the text again.
There are tiny blips in momentum, but for the most part Adore Life is a pummelling statement.
untitled’s 34 minutes are so crammed with ideas that they almost need to be read like poetry, with annotations, to be fully appreciated.