I Am Easy to Find returns to the dullness of The National’s early 2010s output.
ZUU blows Denzel Curry’s previous transitional projects out of the water.
Steve Lacy still sounds as if he’s in demo mode on Apollo XXI.
Full-length DJ Khaled albums continue to be in their own tier of artistic bankruptcy.
Flamagra mostly sounds like a hodgepodge of ideas FlyLo has already explored on previous efforts, and what surprises it does bring are hit-and-miss.
Rammstein’s first studio album in 10 years falls apart after a promising first leg.
On his debut album, slowthai proves himself to be an exciting new voice in the UK hip hop landscape.
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.
