Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ ‘Cool It Down’ came largely out of the pandemic strain, but rather than lingering on life’s big pause, it ends it, always and fully in motion.
The most surprising thing about Faye Webster’s new record, Car Therapy Sessions, is its lush production. The orchestra purposely aims for the beautiful.
By letting her existential anxieties take center stage, Hatchie embraces alt-pop sensibilities on Giving the World Away to process life and loss in all its messy glory.
Part of why serpentwithfeet’s DEACON is so remarkable – aside from its obvious musical merits – is that it’s a rare record that highlights Black queer love.
The ten songs on Eight Gates from the late Jason Molina are fascinating, despite – or perhaps because of – their raw, unfinished feel.
Although covers albums are usually signs of trouble, Whitney's Candid is a surprisingly inspired release, with a song selection that's eclectic and often obscure.
With Every Bad, Porridge Radio seduce us with the vulnerability and existential confusion of Dana Margolin's deathly beautiful lyricism interweaved with alluring pop melodies.
If you haven't yet been driven mad by quarantine. then this insular stay-at-home record from indie folk's Skullcrusher may be for you.
Early Day Miners' moody, ethereal gem Placer Found turns 20 and is ripe for reappraisal. This is warm, intimate, bracing music with no expiration date.
If you didn't know our current era was rife with referential genre stylings used in pursuit of a genre-less pop sensibility, listen to Faye Webster's Atlanta Millionaires Club.