
Mitski Disappears with Grace on Eighth Album
On her eighth album, Nothing’s About to Happen to Me, singer-songwriter Mitski employs a country-folk sound to reflect the peace found in isolation.

On her eighth album, Nothing’s About to Happen to Me, singer-songwriter Mitski employs a country-folk sound to reflect the peace found in isolation.

Cassandra Jenkins’ new LP conveys moods and calming vibes, along with the creative imagination of its creator and her fellow musicians. It’s a beautiful piece of work.

On Are We All Angels, Scowl seamlessly weave in alternative rock influences on a crossover-ready set of melodic hardcore bangers.

On For Melancholy Brunettes (& sad women), Japanese Breakfast quiet the fanfare but deliver enough quality to stay relevant.
Brimming with cosmic musings and darkened Americana, My Light, My Destroyer earns Cassandra Jenkins a place among the best contemporary singer-songwriters.
A LA SALA delivers on what Khruangbin are known for: chill, mostly easygoing guitar melodies backed by a deep rhythm section groove.
Mitski’s The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We marks a shift away from her earlier work toward a more mainstream sound that might even be called Americana.
From the haunted guitars to the impressionist vocals, from the most spell-binding drones to the brisk tempos, this is a Slowdive album through and through.
More Photographs has its moments, and for anyone wanting to explore old photos, memory, and mortality with Kevin Morby, it broadens the thinking.
Braiding stirring songwriting prowess and beautiful vocals, Durand Jones has created one of the most assured and brightest debut albums in quite some time.
On Wednesday’s spectacular Rat Saw God, the North Carolina quintet weave a vivid tapestry of misery led by Karly Hartzman’s ekphrastic storytelling.
Mitski’s Laurel Hell possesses a kind of weird timelessness. The album seems like an artifact from the past that somehow seems relevant in the present.