The only stirring thing about listening to MCID is hearing who Highly Suspect will poorly mimic next.
Pyroclasts‘ improvisational concept yields Sunn O)))’s most stimulating set of drones all decade.
Feet of Clay sounds like a cobbled together set of SRS-style odds and ends.
The production and vocal performances on Pony are considerable steps down from Rex Orange County’s previous efforts.
Leaving Meaning, while frequently stunning, feels more like a reiteration for Swans than it does an evolution.
A quick review of the new Ariel Pink compilation—it’s good!
Kanye’s unstoppable egoism and lack of focus impedes his ability to do a gospel-inspired album justice.
Make room in your annual Halloween-time music rotation for Clipping’s latest.
It’s hard to deny just how sweet, cleanly produced, and fantastical the bulk of Pang is.
While Battles maintain their unique style of math rock on Juice B Crypts, the band sounds like a shadow of its former self.
