Wednesday, February 25 2015
On Restarter, Torche delivers the smoothest sludge.
The second instrumental adventure in the land of modular synthesizer from the golden voice of the Sea and Cake.
The Balkan Clarinet Summit has produced one of the most soulful, enjoyable, and diverse collaborative albums in some time.
Hypercolor is a New York trio, an absolute mess of influences that can't help but play around with a blender.
Blackberry Smoke's fourth studio album is appropriately named after an analogy meaning "you're the winner".
Tuesday, February 24 2015
This penultimate issue is essentially Home Alone, if Macaulay Culkin was an Avenger and the Sticky Bandits were a bunch of Eastern European mobsters in tracksuits and armed with machine guns.
Max wants to make friends, survive high school, and impress her famous photography teacher to jump start her art career, the kinds of human and relatable stories not often seen in video games.
This novel's recurring themes of discontent and rivalry dominate whatever moments of tenderness and solidarity remain after Irish village life has given way to common death.
Big Hero 6 demonstrates how Disney does animated storytelling like no other.
Gliss Riffer is by far Deacon's most successful and accessible full-length thus far, but it's just shy of being a masterpiece.
Australia's soul wunderkind Mahalia Barnes crosses her T's and dots her Betty Davis I's as she pays tribute to an artist who was too much, too soon.
With this EP, Pelican don’t seem to understand that promised tension that never delivers can be as frustrating as tension that never finds release.
This is feel-good music, played by a seasoned and assured troubadour equally at home on a spotlit stage or a front porch.
Kevin Drumm traffics in static, both the noun and the adjective.
The Merri Soul Sessions may be Kelly's most daring effort yet.
Monday, February 23 2015
Cindy Moon's story is just beginning, but her potential is still growing.
Blackguards 2 makes it feel good to be bad, but being bad also comes with a lot of responsibility.
There are many surprises to be found in Caveman, not the least of which is that it is not a complete waste of time.
Never so pretty as Content or as clinical as their earliest efforts, this latest album from Gang of Four marks an ugly and interesting new era for the band.
The story of Jean-Michel Basquiat's longtime companion lets us see him as more than merely a brilliant artist.