album reviews

Even deep into his "throw it all against a wall" phase, Snoop Dogg's new album isn't without its pleasures.

Shamir's debut album describes what it's like to be a young, black, smart artist in cities that have been turned into playgrounds for the rich.

The Brian Jonestown Massacre’s new album is true theater of the mind.

In the middle of a dreary tour of England, Jesse Malin finds some sunshine in Best Coast’s latest.

With its curiously weak vocals and stop-start arrangements, Jim O’Rourke’s new album is not the long-awaited masterpiece fans have been hoping for.

Joanna Gruesome’s new album glides by fast, but the chiming melodies still stick to the ribs.

Although it was recorded in five days, Blur’s first album in 12 years is remarkably well conceived. But the songs seem to wince at delving deep.

The Tallest Man On Earth’s Dark Bird Is Home is a lush meditation on movement and emotional pathfinding.

Rock is dead? Great. Zachary Lipez can have Wand all to himself.

Them Are Us Too might have a Cocteau Twins influence. But what’s wrong with that?

The new Palma Violets album starts off vapid, rushed and derivative. And it’s the best part of the record.

Grammy-winning songwriter Van Hunt says My Morning Jacket has made a soft couch for aching bones.