Dancing out the rage against drones, global warming, and corruption.
Raw yet polished, beautiful yet ugly, all Beyoncé.
John Carney’s coming-of-age musical dramedy warrants this year’s best soundtrack.
A calm reassurance for guitar bands everywhere as we head into an uncertain digital future.
Canadian composer reaches new heights while disorienting and enrapturing.
A sample-based wonder that insists that the universe and our selves will never be explored in entirety.
Evan Weiss lays down cryptic metaphors about ennui, then makes them beautifully accessible.
A radiant blend of styles and a joy of an album.
Proof that The River sessions were too good for one album (even a double album) to contain.
Daniel Lopatin’s most evocative record to date is also his most delightfully absurd.
Claire Boucher isn’t trying to save music. She’s trying to get lost in it.
The Detroit band’s third album in four years is a much deserved encore.
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