Fiona Apple's Fetch the Bolt Cutters is bold and demanding, and it might very well go down as the finest full-length she has ever made.
Across his career, Patrick Wolf has been a real ratchet of identities, textures, garlands, costumes, hairstyles and colours, reinventing himself with each album.
Boston art rockers, Bent Knee turn a corner with perhaps their most accomplished album yet in You Know What They Mean.
Vampire Weekend's largest headlining show in New York City, in support of their fourth album, Father of the Bride, was just one date of an extensive tour.
In contrast to Bat for Lashes' previous efforts—whose dense peculiarities and poeticisms rewarded deep listening—the retro Lose Girls is too run-of-the-mill and inconsequential.
Lana Del Rey’s sixth studio album is a brazen, honest exercise in studied sophistication as well as the art of not giving a fuck.
"Harmony Hall" is about as likable as Vampire Weekend has ever been, from the super-clean ascending guitar lick right on through the piano breakdown that could only have been more baroque if it had been played on a harpsichord.