Music Reviews
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Tera Melos X'ed Out
Tera Melos realizes its pop rock potential with X’ed Out.
Sean Caldwell reviews... -
Depeche Mode Delta Machine
Depeche Mode's latest album shows the band stuck in a bit of a rut. While their songwriting prowess remains intact for the most part, the band is not exploring new sounds and instead are packing their record with too many incomplete ideas.
Joe Marvilli is all for quality over quantity... -
Phoenix Bankrupt!
The French foursome's latest hits you with a surfeit of sensations, fully taking advantage of our easily distracted selves by leveraging the power of instant gratification.
Juan Edgardo Rodríguez splashes some Drakkar Noir... -
Born Ruffians Birthmarks
The Canadian band's latest is full of heartbreak and lust and uncertainty, set to such catchy, uplifting melodies.
Gabbie Nirenburg reviews... -
Mudhoney Vanishing Point
Hooray! Put on a party hat and pop a party popper: Mudhoney are 25 this year! Here's the album to coincide with that momentous event.
James McKenna reviews... -
Adventure Weird Work
Adventure's third record sees an impregnable take on the video game soundtrack countering the needs of a record, but what does it all mean?
Matt Bevington reviews... -
Thee Oh Sees Floating Coffin
With their new album, Floating Coffin, Thee Oh Sees reuse and repurpose, but refuse to recycle. I rejoice.
Sean Caldwell reviews... -
Charli XCX True Romance
London-based electro-pop provocateuse releases debut album proper. I think we can be sure that Mr. and Mrs. XCX will be very proud.
Joe Rivers is all 'OMG' and 'WTF'... -
James Blake Overgrown
Don't worry: It's incredible.
Forrest Cardamenis marvels at... -
Milk Music Cruise Your Illusion
Washington four-piece Milk Music blend blissful isolation with the warmest of lo-fi, fuzzed out melodics in the way of their debut full-length LP. Drawing influences from the likes of Dinosaur Jr., Husker Du and Sonic Youth, and oozing a past not quite forgotten, an unmastered precession of indie post-punk rock will leave you wondering where the last hour went.
Carl Purvis basks in the fuzz...
