this is simply the best thing i've heard in polish music in decades. piwko nie mozna is undoubtedly an outstanding, unconventional and absolutely phenomenal artist. only figure who only tries to come close to competing in GOAT debate is famous composer frederic chopin, but lets be honest, even chopin stands absolutely no chance against what piwko brings to the table.
honestly, if beethoven were alive today, he would probably smash his piano in sheer despair after hearing the genius of ... read more

well-done concept and huge emotions at the end. cole bows out with class, though not wihout a few stumbles

pretty okay album to listen, standout moments on casino, i am not a lyricist and no blame show its potential, but the rest of the tracklist settles into a thoroughly average groove

slick production runs on fumes, his signature vocals feel stuck on autopilot and the album quickly fades into background noise

eclectic and ambitious comeback proving his skill hasn't faded after eight years, he moves from glitzy electronics to indie rock guitars with finesse. while stfu feels unfocused, the highs soar and his star power remains undeniable. some beats sound nostalgic, yet the modern production remains undeniable

it kinda scares me...

their undisputed magnum opus, the sound of a band completely in command of their craft. they expanded the focused melancholy of their breakthrough into something vast, cinematic, and deeply atmospheric. the world weary mood is all consuming, a beautifully bleak portrait of disillusionment and the loneliness that follows success. every arrangement is perfectly placed, every melody hauntingly beautiful. it’s a flawless, cohesive artistic vision that remains the absolute pinnacle of their ... read more

their breakthrough masterpiece, a perfect distillation of polish melancholy for the turn of the millennium. the songwriting is razor sharp and the hooks are iconic, creating a powerful and generation defining statement

a transitional and more introspective record where their signature melancholy begins to take shape. while still uneven, the glimpses of their future brilliance are undeniable, a crucial step towards their masterpiece

a pivot into brighter, more direct britpop worship. while catchy, it feels less distinctive and more derivative than their debut, a fun but ultimately lightweight sophomore effort

a raw and noisy debut, heavily indebted to british shoegaze and alt rock. the potential is clear, but it's a promising, unrefined blueprint for the sound they would later perfect

a wildly ambitious and flawlessly executed rock opera. they traded punk energy for queen-sized bombast, creating a grand, cinematic masterpiece about life, death, and memory. a defining album of its era, a stunning and timeless achievement

a brilliant fusion of pop punk immediacy and gothic theatrics. it's a desperate, high-energy concept album packed with razor sharp hooks and raw emotion, the perfect, blood-soaked blueprint for the superstardom to come

building on their debut's brutalist foundation, they introduce a stunning, almost balletic sense of dynamics. the moments of quiet tension are just as powerful as the explosive assaults, creating a more nuanced and terrifying experience. a brilliant and terrifying evolution of their sound

a brilliant and punishing debut. it's a claustrophobic fusion of industrial noise and dance punk, where hypnotic, pounding rhythms underpin a visceral performance of bodily anxiety. a visceral and thrillingly abrasive statement

a flawless pop machine, meticulously engineered for world domination. quincy jones's production is impossibly slick, and every single track is a masterclass in hook writing. while it's more a collection of perfect singles than a deep artistic statement, its cultural impact and sheer craftsmanship are undeniable

a bloated and painfully repetitive collection of mid-tempo dad rock. the riffs are tired, the songs drag on endlessly with no editing, and the entire project lacks the fire of their youth or the smarts of their reinvention. the sound of a band on creative autopilot

a brilliant and calculated pivot to stadium-sized hard rock. they stripped back the complexity for massive, undeniable grooves and a flawless production. while it sacrifices the thrash spirit for mainstream appeal, it's a masterfully crafted and iconic reinvention

their most ambitious and progressive work, a maze of complex riffs and song structures. its brilliance is undeniably crippled by the famously thin, bass-less production, which renders the album cold and punishing. a work of flawed, frustrating genius

a powerful and epic refinement of the ride the lightning formula. while the songwriting is masterful and the scope is immense, it feels more like a perfection of an existing idea than a revolutionary leap. a brilliant, genre defining classic that just falls shy of its predecessor's flawless shock of the new