Not much stronger than what he's produced before, only this time dragged out to 84 minutes.

As groovy as it is, I can't shake the feeling Abel just isn't an album artist.

He's finally taken his city-light, street-fight aesthetic to new, mature levels.

The Weeknd feels slightly lost on My Dear Melancholy,

Starboy is his most tired outing yet.

The Weeknd is the next big popstar.

Abel's takes on fame are backed by some pretty moody instrumentals.

The most inventive and melancholic The Weeknd has become yet.

Slightly less identifiable than House of Balloons.

No matter what you want to describe it as, House of Balloons is a very good record.

The Weather Station finally has a signature sound. Now it's time to mine it.

Tamara Hope's lyrics don't exactly hit the mark on Ignorance.

For the first time in TWOD's career, IDLHA features additional producers and a softer tone.

They are still pushing their sound into a wider field, and subsequently result in their best album yet.

Adam takes the familiar sound of Heartland Rock for a psychedelic spin.

Among the numbest rock records of the year.

Julian & Co. may be trying a bit too hard on Virtue.

Sounds nothing like The Strokes but still hits all the chaotic marks.