The Haim sisters’ third album is their best yet, full of breezy, warm, and masterfully crafted songs.
A superior new Lamb of God disc was not entirely unexpected; an excellent new Cro-Mags record, well, I didn’t see that coming.
Phoebe Bridgers has crafted a disc filled with pristine, meditative songs that carry a brutal emotional weight.
Hinds’ shortcomings are readily apparent, but their infectious energy is undeniable.
Self Made Man is a perfect piece of music for anyone eager to push, shove, jump, and shout after months of being told to stay put.
A by-the-carload ticket gets you a spot in the Tupelo Music Hall parking lot and an empty space next to it.
In the spirit of its mischievous name, Jade Hairpins never takes itself all that seriously, and that is all to the good. Why dampen eccentricity this joyful with any reservations?
Too many hip-hop artists stick to defined lanes, but Run the Jewels aspire to run rampant, with a growing sophistication as well as heart, wit, and rage.
Charli has successfully dramatized her impatiently jagged state of mind, supplying an emotionally honest stream of consciousness that suggests what she (and no doubt many others of her generation) is feeling and thinking in quarantine.
On her solo debut, the former Paramore lead singer undergoes a startling transformation.