On Dreams Worth More Than Money savvy potential hits are overshadowed by tracks with chips on their shoulders, made for a guy who sounds like he leaves blood on the mic.
When the latest incarnation of Slayer walked onto a stage full of Marshall stacks and upside-down crosses, it was a chance to see how a band long obsessed with death was coping with its aftermath.
By making a record to remind us about Woody Guthrie's tenure on Los Angeles radio, Holter is also reminding us of California’s unique legacy of promises unfulfilled.
There's something about iLoveMakonnen's tone and inflection that turns his wobbly singing and hazy, uncomplicated rapping into reliable ways to deliver hooks. He might not have perfect pitch, but his pop instincts are awfully close.
On these reissues of Kylie Minogue's first four records, the singer starts to figure out who she is, no matter how little her producers/hit-making assembly lines seemed to care.