Not everything has to be pop-oriented, guys. It feels like Lantlos tried so hard to make a more "accessible" record, blending every "aesthetic" genre possible under the dark sun. There's a bit of shoegaze and a bit of dream pop and a bit of synthpop and a bit of digicore and a bit of glitchcore and a bit of slowcore and a bit of grunge, and (except for a few exceptions) it doesn't really click. Also, the distorted vocals reminded me of sombr for the worse. ... read more

This record is a pretentious and abrasive and skilled and poetic example of why i'm so proud of being a native spanish speaker. There's something about our language that makes confessional/personal lyrics feel even more intricate and intimate, but also expansive and raw. "Catastrofe" is my jam, but "Puente" will probably end up in my 2026 favs.

This album is a love letter to your own body and your own pleasure, and also another reminder of why Sweden keeps creating the best pop in the universe. Maybe not as memorable as i expected, and also a bit cringe (the Adam Driver reference, ffs), but it's solid and sensual and sophisticated enough to make me wanna sweat every song on the dance floor. My banger is "Really Real", and the real banger is Robyn herself. Absolute fucking horny and genius queen.

This album is bombastic, melodramatic, excessive, chaotic, ridiculous, unapologetic, and the biggest thing you'll ever listen to in your entire life. It works perfectly as a weeping therapy session and also a grandiose West End musical. I can't remember the last time an album made me cry while jumping around my bedroom. It's healing and comforting and funny as fuck.

The cold never lasts, my darling, it just teaches the heart how to burn. :')

This record smells like Y2K spirit. It's luminous and luscious and properly british. I have to deal with the fact that 2000s trip hop is having a comeback because is vintage and that means i'm old as fuck. "300 dreams" is the banger but "Obvious" is my jam.

This album is just the reheated (not-so-cold or nearly as epic) nachos of "Turn on the Bright Lights". And that's not necessarily a bad thing, but i never got the colossal hype for this one. It's a decent and safe follow-up, but not as interesting or creative or inspired as their next records. At least it gave us "A time to be small".

This album was a prediction of life in the century to come. Somber, dystopian, broody, lethargic, confusing, desperate, and a bit terrifying. But, oh gosh, it would be so fucking beautiful to be there.

Chicken wing, chicken wing, chicken wing, cheese bag. 🥲

I probably failed as a latino music esnob cause i never listened to this album before. Back in high school, straight bros used to talk nonstop about this in the same way they kept babbling about Radiohead and Kanye, so i assumed it was straight bro overrated stuff. Anyway, this was so much folkier and warmer and so much less annoying and virile than i expected. I probably need some weed to get the full Spinetta experience. "Bajan" and "Cementerio Club" are bigger than life.

Jamie single-handedly created the sound of the last two decades. It feels smart and funny and ambitious and joyous and lavish and trippy and gloomy and hopeful and bold and quiet and melancholic. I just watched "The Greatest Hits", that indie flick about time-travel and pop songs, and it reminded me how perfect this record is: using "Loud Places" in the meet-cute scene was a strong and bittersweet choice, cause "Loud Places" is a strong and bittersweet and perfect ... read more

One day Zahara will fully commit to making an entirely techno-infused/ultra danceable/ hyper pop-ish album, and that day the world will become a better place. Kudos to Perarnau for IV for being the only producer able to understand the energy and the potential in Zahara's craft. "Nuestro amor" was already a banger, and the remix is a religious experience.

Maybe i'm too latino and bellacoso to not appreciate what Pyramids were trying to do here. It's risky and weird and probably more like a novelty rather than a fully fledged experiment pushing the boundaries of metal, but the textures and the vocals and the sonic expansion are creative enough to keep me gagged.

"Bones and Eggshells" and "Fools Gold" are absolute gold. Tumba la casa, mami.

You cannot "start" a compilation/mixtape/album/chimera-something with a huge banger like "Lights burn dimmer" and then start recycling your old, disjointed ideas with some fancy guests to add some spice. Maybe i'm old-fashioned but this is supposed to work as a cohesive, aesthetically coherent collection of songs, and it ends up being more like one of those obscure playlists posted on your spotify artist page for hardcore fans to find.

That being said, it's good ... read more

Like Beach House but not so crippingly depressed. Like Cigarettes After Sex but no so fucking horny. They're slowly but surely building their own world. I can't decide between "Mascara" or "Blossom" as the absolute banger.

Cats and chamber pop and humorous existential dread? And Mitski? FUCKING SIGN ME IN.
Artists like Mitski define entire generations. Still thinking about my fav, but "Lightning" has a special place in my heart right now.

There are very few moments in your life that actually, unironically and inevitably change you. Listening to "Deathconsciousness" was one of those moments. This raging, brutal, massive, and fucking sadness i've been living with since i was a child turned into music. The hollow and the anger and the hatred, all of those things became clearer and lighter and a bit more human. Someone, somewhere, knew exactly how much it hurts to be a void. I felt listened. Arrowheads, arrowheads, ... read more

I'd like to imagine some awkward highschoolers having their indie music awakening to this record. It's warm and flawed and honest and something tells me their next album will be a banger.

My personal bop is "You were solved"!

31 Minutos but make it noisy and abrasive and desperate. Juan Carlos Bodoque hanging out at the Windmill. "Moussa" is my personal bop.

"Teardrop in the Ocean" altered my brain chemistry. Whatever hyperpop was, this feels like what comes after.