Pepper Keenan’s return buckles a bit under the weight of bloated songwriting.
Not everything that looks good on paper turns out great in execution.
This mixtape finds Wayne trading in his punchline style to focus on flow, flow, and more flow.
The mostly rewarding return could act as a career capper or a new beginning.
The elder Gallagher sibling’s latest record sacrifices its identity in hopes of discovering a new one along the way.
Kendrick Lamar, Rihanna, André 3000, and M.I.A. bring their A-game for Pharrell.
The Engllish singer-songwriter offers up irresistible artifacts in strange, beautiful places.
The year’s biggest “boy band” gets better and better with each release.
Too many anticlimactic flops and mediocre turns weaken Juicy’s “I’m still here” message.
Marshall Mathers sounds ugly, arthritic, and pleasureless on his disastrous ninth studio album.
Non-Geminis will find this album one insufferable gesture after another.
Keef’s return registers more like a cautionary tale against squandering the spotlight.