album reviews

These down times desperately need Fist City's noise-surf anthems. Our writer apologizes for not giving them the attention they deserve.

In what is a great moment for documentary filmmaking, this idiosyncratic archival portrait of Brando reveals the acting legend as never before.

Ratatat doesn't need words to take you on an emotional journey, all while sticking with its time-tested framework.

Fifteen years after fading into the ether, instrumental project Flying Saucer Attack returns, more desolate than before but no less beautiful.

Our writer is getting too old to know what White Reaper's whole deal is. He just knows its new album is a solid piece of good-time garage rock.

For five minutes and 21 seconds, "Sparks" creates a universe where you don't have worry about all the nonsense and you can just...live.

The outspoken electronic musician tells us how the new Owl City album should have been made — complete with downloadable examples.

The band might be hard to Google, but Institute is worth looking up.

No longer angry young men, but still on the right side of the misanthropic line, the Pre New have created an album of streamlined, joyous contempt.

Horribly sleep-starved, our writer is completely insane right now. But she finds solace in Jenny Hval's dreamworld.

The microscopic patchwork of playing on Viet Cong's debut album allows stagnancy to blossom into excitement. It's also quite fun.

What makes Björk’s new album Vulnicura so devastating? The combination of the private and the ordinary.