Off-putting, like pouring Four Loko in your eggnog.
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Just another night for Icona Pop.
Like a daydream: lovely while it lasts, fading quickly, and hard to remember once it’s gone
The Philly boys are as weird as ever, but with a newfound subtlety and focus.
The London outfit suffers from a severe case of Mumfording.
Close to pop perfection, but as if its read from a script.
Could be the soundtrack to a surf movie, but more Point Break than Endless Summer.
A rewarding record for those willing to listen.
Still cranking those summer jams, but so few that you’ll just be hungry for more.
Electronic music is all the rage for young, hip couples these days.
A lateral move for the DC rapper.
The multi-instrumentalist checks back in with herself.