Believe the hype. This album is a masterpiece from head to toe. I still find new shit to love about this two and a half years after first hearing it.

I heard this album like two years ago and it's still the only time I've listened to it all the way through, but somehow it's still stuck with me. If that isn't a testament to its power I don't know what is. Still, gonna have to listen to it a LOT more before I actually understand it and give it a rating. To this day though, most unsettling and genuinely terrifying listening experience I've had. I'm honestly kind of afraid to revisit it.

Goddamn this is a good album. Combined with The Fall Of Math, 65 made their two greatest albums back to back, making them almost feel like sister albums. The chaos and desperation of The Fall comes back (just like it has to varying degrees in every album since), but this time, it's so much more immediate. The Fall takes its time to build, mixing in moments of soaring hope with moments of pure anger and dread, usually within the same song. That hope is still present on One Time For All Time, but ... read more

Their first album's flaws are still there in full force, but the band definitely takes their songwriting up a notch. Love Me is a fucking bop, the production on ugh is impressively chaotic, and somebody else grows on me every time I listen to it. Everything else on here is pretty much just the same vaguely pleasant 1975 song over and over again, but with an added attention to detail.

The 1975 are completely competent, but their influences are worn on their sleeve so much this might as well be an indie-pop compilation album. It's pleasant to listen to and I can pick out a few songs that I still return to a lot (mostly chocolate and sex tbh), but it's not really anything refreshing.

Sidenote, pretty much every transition and instrumental track was completely pointless

It's been over two years since I first heard this album. I loved it on the first listen, and I've honestly only grown to love it more over the years. Every single time I think I've figured this album out, I find something new to love. Every single lyric, every chord, every melody. Is it overrated? Maybe a little. But while I would hesitate to call this the greatest album ever written, it deserves its status among the all-time greats.

Maybe the most beautiful and cohesive piece of music ever written. For sure my all time favorite contemporary album. Fight me on it

Twenty One Pilots finally reach their potential, crafting a dreamy album of emotional indie pop that pulls too many aces out its sleeves to count. Remnants of old Twenty One Pilots are left over, but they are enhanced with inventive songwriting, and the most detailed production I've heard from any album to come out of the Fueled by Ramen camp.

One of the most colorful rock albums of the decade, Boarding House Reach can be simultaneously unsettling and genuinely fun. I can only hope Jack White carries this free experimentation and attention to detail into future albums.

The few missteps this short project has are outweighed by stunningly beautiful production, psychedelia, quality verses, and a thirst for experimentation that actually pays off.

Horrifying and confrontational, yet more personal and honest than any Moodie Black project before it. An unapologetic look into the struggles of a trans woman of color making a lane of her own in the underground.

Side note: fuckin bars all over this thing