VineTheWalker

Blake struggles midair, his thoughts about the feeling of the movement of time as a linear scale shuffles with his new and old personas, offering nothing arising from, nothing worth of times that should be primarily difficult to overcome.

Heavily influenced by J-POP and Nu metal, West’s electro drifts herself to a Harajuku-embodied EP, grounded to earth for a young producer (Nōsu-chan!) and seeded through guitar veins, nothing exceptional, eerie-varying, mostly resembling a mixtape but pretty good for a first impression.

Ware’s past two albums are a headlong rush of tremendous production and audacity, a masterful mud sport of her and Ford-isms never seen before. The result was superpowerful, but not this time. On Superbloom, the disco-only mannerisms dominate the dancehall, flooding the floor into already tired disco-only territory; the “reason to be” for the album is some kind of hollow raunchiness, filled sometimes with sparkling aria, sometimes tinnitus, method-acting Netflix-assisted. For ... read more

Despite the fact that there’s not much to accomplish when recording a cover, not much to complement but your own interpretation, Dorian tries hard on a desk, they scratch, maximize the sounds, rip up the voice in a playlist filled with concept singles in an album without a concept.