album reviews

An electronic music maestro stares down a smooth-jazz travelogue by the impeccably coiffed Kenny G.

A lifelong Madonna fan contemplates her new album, the role she had in his life and the role she’s had in everything.

On his previous album, Kendrick Lamar was a filmmaker. On his new one, he’s a writer — and maybe one of the best of his generation.

On Sufjan Stevens’ spare, lo-fi and brilliant new album, joy wages epic battle with desperation and mortality. Spoiler alert: joy wins.

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

This is the sound of one of today’s most bewildering emcees reining in his runaway imagination in an acknowledgement of the rap game’s conventions.

Miguel’s libidinous album is a musical portrayal of intimacy that expertly parallels the stylistic shifts and complexities of sexuality itself.

This album functions great as a record of performance; it’s like you have seats with an extremely obstructed view, but you’re still enjoying yourself.

This record harks back to the ‘90s while simultaneously reassuring the listener that they’re not alone in their millennial confusion.

The thought of taking on this record made our writer flinch and blush and feel uncomfortable — but it also made him excited.

Our middle-aged writer takes on the massive boy band's latest—but turns down the iPod lest any music leak out and people think he's creepy and mental.

The Christmas single by the Flaming Lips and Yoko Ono is a reminder that music is one of the only environments in which futility cannot exist.