Music Reviews
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Ezra Furman Twelve Nudes
On a refreshingly chaotic ninth album, the Chicago singer-songwriter remains a unique voice in indie rock.
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Blanck Mass Animated Violence Mild
Benjamin John Power's fourth LP has plenty of abrasion and distortion to go around, even if it features some of his catchiest and most memorable compositions to date.
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Tool Fear Inoculum
The prog-metal titans' fifth album feels like an event—It's the kind of grand statement that will equally delight and confound, where Tool allows themselves to highlight their technical prowess with uncompromising integrity.
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Taylor Swift Lover
Taylor Swift's seventh album is surprising in its joyous simplicity. At the same time, for every simple and lovely pop song, there’s another insightful and meaningful one that packs an emotional wallop.
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Redd Kross Beyond the Door
Just over 40 years into their career, the legendary LA power-pop band show no signs of slowing down or losing their ability to create ridiculously fun and catchy music.
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Jason Lytle NYLONANDJUNO
With NYLONANDJUNO, Jason Lytle lends his signature touch to an atmospheric yet forgettable art installation soundtrack.
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Shura forevher
forevher feels like it’s immersed in the headrush and infatuation that comes with falling in love, creating a mood that it sticks to for the entire record.
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Sleater-Kinney The Center Won't Hold
Following a tumultuous press cycle, the Portland trio's ninth album stomps rather than blazes, making tenuous changes to their sound with confidence and self-assurance.
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The Hold Steady Thrashing Thru the Passion
On their seventh album, the Brooklyn band make a full-length album out of a collection of singles—and, as expected, their serviceable rock n' roll goes down easy.
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Big K.R.I.T. K.R.I.T. IZ HERE
The Southern rapper's latest blends together into a balmy, gelatinous goop of trap-flavored maquettes that could’ve come from anyone.
Jackson Glassey reviews...
