Reborn with a new name and a restless vigor, Racing Mount Pleasant finally masters their craft and delivers on their promise with a cohesive, self-titled album that explores the complexity of a relationship with crushing passion.

With lineup changes, White Reaper adapts and comes back with an attempt that seems to be, much like its title, empty and generic. That being said, it still contains a few glimmers of their old spark.

Jeff Tweedy has been busy for the past 2 years concocting a lengthy collection of eclectic songs that perhaps could have benefited from a tighter and more concise tracklist.

Blurring the edges once again, Geese doesn't follow guidelines. They reappropriate their sound, creating a distinctive blend of genres that easily communicates Cameron Winter's emotional and sometimes eccentric lyrics.

Much like its title, Bass Drum Of Death keeps it simple on their sixth album, just having fun cranking the volume and speed to a maximum.

grandson sees the world through dark-tinted glasses in his new album; denouncing a range of social issues with the help of hard-hitting nu-metal riffs. It's guiltily engaging and fun, but after a few listens the overall concept becomes almost whiny, leaving us with lots of denouncing, and not a lot of solutions.

The Canadian duo comes back with a hypnotically fuzzy-driven album, but it still lacks the presence and hooks to really make an impact.

Bleeds narrate modern rural tales with the fully-blown charisma that Wednesday is known for, but I can't help but being a bit disappointed that it doesn't have the same verocity as their previous releases.

August caught my attention with its mysteriously expansive collection of Middle Eastern jazz fusion songs. Scree is definitely keeping things interesting in the genre.

Re-imagining his latest, Toro Y Moi successfully manages to make a more compelling album than the source material. That being said, that still doesn't really fix the sometimes cringey lyrics, leaving this release as somewhat of a mixed bag.

With renewed vigor, Tom Odell adds a backing band to the mix, which further helps convey his emotional and poignant ballads, making this release one of his best albums in a while.

Taking the big leap, Balu Brigada's debut album is full of catchy indie pop songs perfect for a playlist, but maybe not as cohesive as an album.

Deadharrie's musical project continues in a similar direction as its predecessor, but doesn't succeed in grasping me as much as its counterpart.

Much like a diary or a bottled message lost at sea, Fruit Bats shares a collection of songs exposing his flaws and anxieties in an intimate 11th album.

Double infinity feels like a wind chime; soothing and enchanting, yet quite abstract and fleeting. Making it one of the most challenging albums to like in their discography.

Small Forward's debut was an integral part of my summer back in 2021. Things changed and I grew up, and that's exactly how "Crush" feels like. This is a more mature, concise and acoustic album, without losing what made them great on their first attempt.

Short in nature but packed with pedal steel and fuzzy guitar bits, this release confirms that Shallowater has emerged as a band worth paying attention to.

Shame desperately implores you to forget labels and social classes in classic post-punk fashion, and just do whatever you feel like doing in their daring new LP.

The Technicolors are back with a fresh attempt to reinvent themselves. It's fast, it's loud, and it's fun. It's unfortunately also interlaced with dull filler songs that break the rhythm and flow of the album.

This self-titled album pays homage to a multitude of genres with its grand and wailing guitar solos, but stays a bit too close to home to really make an impact.