An incredible bunch of songs that I simply can't detach from the live visual performance.

EDIT:
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!!!" forget the text above, I'm totally vibing

These guys really went all out with the Justice and DFA influences here, and I kinda respect them for it.

It has several of the highest peaks in Gojira's catalogue, but its middle portion is quite the slog... But "Grind" may just be their best song of the past decade.

Jungle synthpop -- it sounds exactly the way you would think and it's pretty damn good

there's nothing wrong with it, but I couldn't really vibe with any of the tracks... maybe I'll revisit it later on, I don't know

It was not for me...? Maybe I'll have more luck with her subsequent works.

Quite a fan of how Julien's lyrics swim through her voice. There's a real grace to it and feels absolutely right. I just wish the production and instrumentation were either a bit more imaginative or totally organic. They exist at this very strange middle point between both ends that saps her songwriting out of some lifeforce. It reaches for the stars, but only ends up among the clouds, which, still, is pretty darn good.

The ghosts of this album went to inhabit NIN's The Downward Spiral and The Fragile

I'll always have a soft spot for these dudes, even when their songwriting is at its most generic, as it is the case in many of the tracks here. So yeah, nevermind the score, I actually had some silly fun with this one.

Unlike the scalding and sweaty soundscapes of their debut, Tindersticks present its sonic shadow, the despondent figure aching with a bottle of booze on the darkest corner of the saloon, which might just also be an abattoir for the lost and weary. One of the most visual albums I've heard.

the soundtrack to a watery movie yet to be filmed, it's lovely!

One of the most consistently ok releases I've heard in quite a while. It's always listenable and, occasionally, headbangingly so, but it will never have you levitating or make your jaw drop.

It's a testament to the immense emotional power of "dlp 3" that I can comfortably give this an 80 while having not enjoyed "dlp. 2.2". The former probably is one of the most beautiful compositions ever made, it's just sheer perfection.

My mental cycle for every modern post-punk record I hear:

1) "this sounds cool, I guess..."
2) "man, there are quite a few bangers here"
3) "holy shit, this album absolutely fucks"
4) *completely forgets the album exists*

Bring on the next one!

Deftones, I love you guys, but please lay off your nu-metalgaze shtick. It has run its course.

Even if held back by one-too-many lyrical mantras, Idles have never sounded more explosive and festive. Every tune would feel right at home on the soundtrack of some marching protest, with echoing chants and poised fists held heavenward.

The furious joy of living! Everything nostalgic about pop-punk, everything that makes it seem like a glorious dreamy memory, is presented here with a nuanced and passionately detailed sense of reinvention. It's greatest magic trick is that it makes all of the music you used to love feel exactly as great as it once was -- reinvent the formula to maintain the flavor.

It just exudes this enrapturing odor of mildewed alleys, unfiltered cigarettes and hazy aftergloom. It's post-punk sprinkled with Sonic Youth and something... more. I actually find it quite hard to define how well this thing rides the line between exhilarating and melancholy, doing so in pretty much every track from start to finish. You could run and cry -- at the same time -- to the sound of a A Hero's Death, and that really is something.

A Lou Reed/David Bowie team-up that really throws both of their musical qualities into spiraling, all-glorious percolator that boils them down into their bare essentials; little pieces of two sonic puzzles that, when combined, form a holistic collage of ideas that just plain, fucking rocks. Love love love it!

As inventive as 1000 gecs but tremendously overbloated, to the point where I was exhausted after my first listen. A 30 minute roundtime would have been perfect, but instead we're given an additional 20 minutes of noisy cacophony that just feels repetitive in its chaos.