The best thing about Holy Calamavote may be that it presents Run the Jewels in a live presentation of RTJ4 that rivals the atmospheric might of the record itself.
In Only For Dolphins, Bronson serves up his usual brand of excessive escapism, but it is offset by just enough emotional depth to suggest that he is maturing as a person and an artist.
Unpacking Felicia Angeja Viator’s work on the history of Gangsta Rap leads to some trenchant observations about American culture — past, present, and under the pandemic.
In Limbo, Aminé’s become more reflective, yet he never loses sight his boisterous mischievousness.
Nate Patrin’s magnificently written and wildly informative new book argues for the artistry of sampling, its potential for beauty.
Kendrick Lamar has produced a scattered album for a scattered time.
Prima Donna is a rare thing: a conceptual EP that works.
The Get Down has the tragic resonance it deserves, though Baz Luhrmann pulls back from confronting the narrative’s political implications.
Imagine Yourself in a Free and Natural World finds B L A C K I E reaching an ambitious artistic high, delivering potent pieces of jazzy discord that impressively conflate the barbaric and the beautiful.
Some listeners are undoubtedly going to dismiss Lese Majesty as a collection of vignettes or motifs, formless for all intents and purposes. That would be a shame.