Outside of a few bops, My Face Hurts from Smiling comes off as grating and deeply insecure.
Virgin is Lorde's headiest and most subtle-sounding album yet, but she could have dug deeper into the album's lyrical themes.
10 years on and bolstered by a new disc of moving alternate versions, Carrie & Lowell has aged pretty gracefully.
Matmos come through with a solid textural concept on Metallic Life Review.
Benson's got the singing and backflipping chops, but not so much the songwriting chops yet.
There are at least a few welcome surprises and bright spots on Dopamine, but they're sadly few and far between.
Evangelic Girl strips away much of what's made yeule a compelling artist up to this point.
Hayden ends his Motor Trilogy on a very pretty and evocative note.
