Wolf Alice is a band in search of itself on its sophomore record.
A haunting array of songs that pierce and linger.
The Canadian outfit’s latest is ugly yet inspiring, a collision of opposing forces.
The band have rarely sounded so experimental, unencumbered, and mid-tempo.
Never has the pilgrim and pop star sounded more in harmony.
Spirituals that speak to the raw experiences of manhood and the promise of the divine.
The rap-metal supergroup brings sound and fury to their self-titled debut, but their calls for revolution mostly ring hollow.
Well worth the time it takes for this sobering album to truly sink in.
The former Beatle’s charm and enthusiasm win out in the end.
Dave Grohl wasn’t kidding when he called it “Motörhead’s version of Sgt. Pepper’s.”
Both messy and masterful moments reflect a revitalized band that have rediscovered their footing.
David Lynch and Mark Frost’s weird world keeps spinning over two eccentric albums.
