"Love is not a victory march. It's a cold, and it's a broken Hallelujah."

Music has a way of enchanting you, especially when the artist's soul is fully on display. Jeff Buckley accomplished something with his short-lived career that is nothing short of divine. Grace is biblically grandiose, and across the board, it is one of the best vocal performances I've ever experienced in my life. Jeff carries his voice like a cross, weakly bearing it down in his most broken ... read more

Don't Go Tellin' Your Momma is a niche hip-hop gem. Topaz Jones presents what could easily be a magnum opus of soul and funk soaked in conscious lyrics about black manhood and family. Along with the context of the documentary, the music takes a far more personal and social meaning for Topaz's experience, and what he means to share about the greater black experience through his own.

As a Cole hater, this is actually pretty good.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I don't quite understand why there needed to be a second EP...

A short-lived, but explosively fun dark fantasy world of Paris Texas versus the world.

Bon Iver was cornering an indie-folk sound in 2008 that Gen Z artists are scrambling to create in 2025.

Smino fits right into an esoteric pocket that simply brings me so much joy. He so effortlessly embodies the intricacies of neo-soul hip-hop, using some of the most creative production and flows to convey the world of a war-torn lover who still can't help but embrace the beauty of life as an artist.

Saba flows like he's carrying the entire fate of Chicago hip-hop on his shoulders. No ID never gives the record a slow moment, constantly chopping unexpected soul and upbeat samples to make an impeccably paced album. The guest performances are all welcome inclusions, and never takes the spotlight away from Saba and No ID's vision for their Private Collection. It's a phenomenal project all around.

The punk-rock apathy that I would praise Carti for only a few years ago has quickly worn. While other alternate hip-hop artists have continued pushing where he left off, Carti seems stuck in place, infatuated with his own image. MUSIC feels less like an album and more like a rushed science project he made the night before it was due. Waiting nearly 5 years for a project carried by subpar features and sporting dry and often terrible production leaves a bad taste in my mouth for the validity of ... read more

I think Drake accomplished exactly what he set out to do with this collab: make a commercial hit to help recover from a hard hit to his reputation in 2024. It's just a shame that he has to release a whole album just to see what sticks on the wall of virality.

Coming to this project after Doechii's Grammy win, it's clear her lyricism and introspections are that of a true artist, but for this EP, I found most of the sounds rather mediocre.

kurtains has a sound that I need more of. Bigger projects, greater density. He just doesn't quite feel real yet...

Hurry Up Tomorrow is great if only for the blazing, glorious Death of The Weeknd told through a cinematic sonic epic. If the Death of The Weeknd reveals itself to be an untruth, in hindsight, it would take away from the mystique of the record. However, it still stands as a solid final evolution of Abel's After Hours Trilogy, as he refines the retro synth-pop concept, adding in pleasantries of trap, dance, and r&b.

Lost: it's the most potent word to describe this record. This is what it feels like to be in college and be on the wobbly, teetering board between childhood and adulthood. A time when you can't manage your work, your emotions, your philosophies about the world, and especially manage falling in love.

It takes a nerdy white boy going through a terrible breakup to finally unlock the skill of a cathartic midwest emo listening experience.

The best Bad Bunny has ever sounded. Mas Fotos serves as an incredible artistic push for Mr. Bunny, with a modern and classic sound that blends to celebrate Puerto Rican culture and explore the more intimate side of Bad Bunny's heartbreak.

While the concept is strong and present, it doesn't allure me like other art-pop records have.

Bathing Beach is a testament to what an EP can accomplish. It's like writing a short story as opposed to a novel. A feeling can sometimes only need 15 minutes of sound to convey fully, leaving you satisfied with some sense of conclusion, even if Novo Amor's soundscape can make you feel lost at sea.

This is like if you took your emo-liberal friends and your camo-wearing conservative friends on a lake trip, but there were no political arguments because you're all just boys who have had their hearts broken by the most whimsically intangible girls.