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At this point, Fucked Up is kind of a misnomer — and that rules.
New Pornographers return to feeling unabashedly sunny and chromatically happy.
More like just staying afloat.
A ridiculous, rationality-be-damned chick flick for teens.
Retro British indie pop that starts to fade into those blurry memories.
A night of gritty blues punk under a San Francisco freeway
Justin Vernon, Astronautalis, and pals develop a Flori-bama spring break abyss.
Toned-down, airier, less considered versions of their promising early efforts.
The pop-rapper sticks to his guns, but they’re beginning to jam up.
Revisits their pop punk past before slogging through too much spacey shit.
The film rides the line between science fiction and Baby Boomer Super Bowl commercial.
An album that preserves the “real” rap that purists fawn over.
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