Dummy speaks to me in a way that very few albums do. It feels like that intense conversation with a friend or family member who's just been through a life-altering event. Those conversations that make everything you're going through feel small or unimportant in comparison, even if for just the briefest moment. It's the facade you need to put up to make sure their okay: that fight or flight that turns on reasonable adult mode, regardless of if your own life's a mess. This is ... read more

I love me some Genny Wuwu. The world is tearing itself apart, but if this is the riot music I think things just might be okay on the other side of the revolution. His genre-blending expression manages to make it fun to be angry at class division and that feels more important than ever. While I think he does this really well across his discography, he's never been quite as blunt as he is on this one.

An album like this makes me think of other Australian artists and bands like Midnight Oil ... read more

In Between Dreams is the perfect album for being stuck on a desert island while trying not to kill yourself. Everything about this album screams "it's going to be okay," and I adore that. Jack Johnson's songwriting is so beautifully simple. He turns mundane life into joy. It's that rare ability to be able to change whatever my mood is (sad, angry, over-stimulated) into a content but happy one. I'm trying to be like that. Just grateful to be and to be a part of ... read more

Not enough monsters, too many men. Poopy Millenial happy slop that takes me back to my parent’s divorce. I do not have an objective opinion on this but I do not care. Bias schmias, this is ass.

A star was born at Summer Heights High! Jonah has come a long way from his days in Lazarus House, although the songwriting talent has proven to have always been hiding just beneath the surface in songs like "Don't Be a Bully"

This is a really fucking amazing album, but Elliot Smith does look an awful lot like Chris Lilley.

If this wasn't an already jarring listen, I unintentionally gave myself the worst possible chance of enjoying this on my first listen.

I was sitting in Wholefoods after they'd closed up the café for the day, and this huge crowd of people came in and started playing extremely conflicting and contradictory music on the free to use piano, guitar and drum set. They were not at all playing together, but were playing in the same place at the same time. There was also this guy that ... read more

This album is so confusing. Iris is hands down one of the greatest songs of all time, but it hits a totally different note to the rest of the album. The album is edgy and whiny (in a similar vein as Death Cab for Cutie) in a way that I don't see myself fucking with unless I'm in a really specific kind of mood. My love for Iris really carries this rating for me. Otherwise, a solid-ish album with some interesting peaks and troughs.

This album sounds like if London Clash had a baby with Wolf Alice in a 90s teen romcom movie. It's patient in its delivery which makes its high points really hit. I love when Phair's vocals lean into that really solemnly sassy, matter-of-fact tone in tracks like "Help Me Mary", "Fuck and Run" and "Divorce Song"; I think it really captures that feeling of frustrated catharsis she's trying to express. Those atmospheric bass lines and crunchy riff ... read more

I've been in my feels today, to be honest. I started this week on a heavily sleep-deprived but blissful high, and having just recovered from the worst fever I've had in years it just feels so long ago. The Glow Pt. 2 is a gorgeous album, and its melancholy emulsion of ideas is nothing short of stunning. I listened to this while sitting outside my mum's house, laying on a sunbed, legs hanging off the edge with my feet in the grass, and I feel like I might've accidentally been ... read more

I don't remember who recommended this, or if they recommended this as a joke or not, but this is one of the most soul-crushing pieces of media I have ever consumed. The overwhelming sadness is pertinent without any background knowledge, but an album like this can only really be appreciated within the context it was written in. Ouidupaa, from within a jail cell, serving what ended up being a 34-year sentence for crimes he may or may not have committed, manufactured some of the most ... read more

EDIT: 91 > 81. Still hard as fuck.

Fuck the club up. Fuck the, fuck the club up. Unreasonably hard.

This DJ sucks, can you play some Gaga?

[Clubber]
Oh, ooh
'Scuse
Pardon me
Hey playa'

[DJ]
How you doin' man

[Clubber]
Hey, can I make a request?

[DJ]
For sure man, what you looking for?

[Clubber]
Ay man, hook a brother up with some old school

[DJ]
Aw, yeah, alright, word, okay.
Whatcha lookin' for, uh, Biggie, Tupac?

[Clubber]
Biggie, Tupac? *laughs*
Come on man that's too new.
I'm talking about that old school, man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
[DJ]
Oh, well, I thought ... read more

Yeah. There's a photo of Julian Casablancas making out with someone while holding his own hips.

Imaginal Disk feels like a zero-gravity dreamscape. It has this unique flavour of carefree expression that radiates an infectious feeling of wonder that I find deeply endearing. That same feeling you might get when a child asks you an absurdly weird question that you’re not quite sure how to answer. I love that feeling. Each song has it in droves. Where I often find albums with a very distinct creative direction a bit one-note, the synchronicity only acts to elevate rather than ... read more

This album is cool as hell. It has this dreamy, edgy atmosphere that just scratches my brain in all the right places. It feels like a long hot shower after spending too long in your warm bed on a cold, hungover, Sunday morning. That feeling like you're wasting your time but also like you never want to leave; with riffs that leave you feeling immobile rather than moved. And in that sense, I think that loveless truly reinvents what the guitar is capable of. Maybe I've been listening to ... read more

Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix sounds like summer. And as the weather rapidly changes to wet, cold and unpredictably miserable as beautiful Melbourne takes another lap around the sun, that's a very welcome thing. The guitar riffs are so uplifting: they feel like cliff jumping, cold beers on the beach, and road trips with friends. I think the project can be a little one-note at times, and can be a little bit too millennial pop for my liking at times, but it's overall really pleasant.

This reminds me that the more I like an album, the more I struggle to say anything about it. That being said, I've never quite heard an album quite like Mama's Gun. I've had the album on repeat, and I've had didn't cha know stuck in my head all week. Badu's voice is infectious. It's one of those albums that I can't help but think it'll grow on me over time. Every review lauds how clever, tasteful and aware the lyricism is, all the while I've ... read more

This is an album I've been meaning to listen to properly for the longest time but have just never gotten around to. It's such a cliché to say for people around my age, but Blonde was one of the first albums that I fell in love with. The album seems to intentionally draw on deeply human insecurities, and, in doing so, effectively aims to draw out the most intense human emotions in its listeners. It's beautifully sad, contradictory and sonically stunning. Frank Ocean does ... read more

Aja is 40 minutes of pure sonic ecstasy.