Fever sort of serves as a bold character portrait for Megan Thee Stallion, but more importantly, it’s catchy as fuck.
Not much of Sli’merre‘s appeal has to do with Young Nudy.
Injury Reserve’s debut studio album isn’t quite as consistent as the trio’s mixtapes, but is nevertheless a cut above most of what you’ll find in today’s rap field.
Dedicated mostly sounds like a second helping of Emotion, which isn’t such a bad thing.
IGOR is easily one of the best breakup albums of the decade.
U.F.O.F. is mostly listenable—if a bit derivative—indie folk with a few flashes of brilliance sprinkled throughout the tracklist.
Vampire Weekend embraces quantity over quality on Father of the Bride.
Mac DeMarco pares his songwriting down to something more minimal on Here Comes the Cowboy, losing a lot of personality along the way.
Confessions is far and away Logic’s worst rap album.
A Quiet Farwell is an inventive and consistently stimulating collage of underground hip hop and various strands of abstract music.
