Damien Rice’s third studio effort is stifled by heartache, but the craft and outpour of honesty make it a true marvel.
Taking his adventurous side up a notch, Chaz Bundick’s debut album as Les Sins is an unpredictable headrush.
Flexing a new take on Bronx-aged punk, Single Mothers’ long-awaited debut is an infection you can’t scrub off.
Flying Lotus’ fifth studio album traces the impending nature of death with an inventive mix of collabs, soul, and electronic highs.
Exploring a broader dimension of Internet-aged dub-pop, alt-J’s sophomore effort is direct, bold, and confident.
Though it has its similarities, DFA eclipse You’re A Woman… with a full-length that rewires their blistering crunch.
Jillian Banks’ major label debut is littered with love, heartbreak, and intimacy, but it’s also a drug you should try.
Greys’ full-length debut teeters on the edge of perfection while promptly beating your head in time and time again.
The Chi-town fivesome come off the bench and let loose a barrage of jukebox vices that Stooge up the suburbs.
Trading guitars for simplicity, Van Etten’s fourth record bares her soul, her heart, and her gorgeous voice.
Swans’ latest experimental epic is a testing experience that can’t be put into words. And that’s sort of the point.
As much as True Blue intros a new cycle, the Keys’ eighth LP guts open the kind of alt rock that leaves you broken.