For an album named Living Room, AJR’s debut studio record very frequently sounds like it’s dying.
One of the most creative, smart, engaging, fun and well produced albums of the year. Aesop Rock can make a great and lyrically dextrous song about almost anything and that is on full display on Integrated Tech Solutions.
Put it this way: if you’re a fan of AJR, chances are you’ll be satisfied here. If you’re not a fan of AJR, then The Maybe Man will most likely not be the album to win you over.
Tragic Love Songs To Study To [Vol. 5] is a solid foray into pop punk for the $UICIDEBOY$ member, albeit one which could benefit from some more variation.
Barring the rare feeling of deja-vu, the excellent flows and catchy-as-hell hooks make Sweet Justice an impressive sophomore album.
It lulls in the middle, but on the whole Blanket is a pretty strong indie pop record.
Big Baller B is back to fight for white rights and take your kids’ lives on No More Half Measures.
Palace Of Feet left me totally nonplussed, but I can’t say I wasn’t entertained. (Would be in the minus numbers but this will suffice I suppose)
Transphobic Techno (Bitch Got A Penis) is far and away the worst song I have ever heard. Usually I can at least derive some kind of ironic joy from an awful song but this one is so utterly devoid of redeeming qualities it’s hard to even consider it music.
Tekkno Scene is… well, it’s the opposite of listenable, I can say that much.
If I was an artist and my career-defining hit song was The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?), I would legally change my name, disappear off the face of the earth and start a new life in the US Virgin Islands.
Tom MacDonald is usually just a complete ray of sunshine loved by all, but- and brace yourselves- he is somehow *unlikeable* on Straight White Male. Shocked and stunned.
I’m just baffled that someone would decide to do this awful whispering gimmick for a full song- but apparently I’m not on the same wavelength as the Ying Yang Twins here, because Wait (The Whisper Song) does exactly that.
Rockabye is commercial music oblivion. It is so insistent that it’s saying something profound, yet so vapid and supermarket-core. So in other words it’s a Clean Bandit song.
Not only is Birthday Party an insipid and extremely baseline examining of social issues, it features one of the most tasteless samples I have ever heard.