Bladee might be the most exciting voice in music, and The Fool is his most polished, refined record yet. “Confess your sins,” Bladee begs listeners…
The Off-Season is yet another legacy-minded and self-satisfied cornball effort from J. Cole. J. Cole is, somewhat inexplicably, really popular amongst hip-hop fans — and just…
Exodus holds some poignancy as DMX’s final work, but it’s an ultimately indecisive and bloated record. We’ve seen it time and time again now: up-and-coming rapper…
Laird Cregar, a man with virtually no name recognition today, was, in his time, a popular American stage actor, one who was fast-tracked to Hollywood…
All Light, Everywhere is a Herculean effort meriting praise, but one in which the parts prove more impressive than the whole. If it hadn’t already…
For more than five decades now, Clint Eastwood’s longevity as both an A-List Hollywood star and director has been nothing short of astonishing. Sure, he’s…
Moby Doc is an absurd vanity project, proving Moby is less a fun meme and more an insufferable dope. Moby is, by most accounts, something of…
DJ Khaled is pretty clearly only concerned with stacking bills and building brand, so it shouldn’t surprise that his music continues to suck. There was…
Despite remaining mostly palatable, BROCKHAMPTON’s underwhelming latest makes a strong case that it should be the terminus of their collaborative efforts. When Kevin Abstract pensively…
…jook ’til i die is evaboy’s grandest work, directing his nostalgia-bred sounds toward the future rather than indulging in rehash. As it currently continues to…
Freedom. is a platitude-heavy onslaught of alternately generic and sympathy-seeking songwriting that makes for a wholly embarrassing EP. Offering a second helping of solipsistic pop…
Slime Language II boasts grace notes here and there, but is largely a disorganized, overlong effort from the talented team. What’s changed for YSL (Young Stoner…
The Disciple’s diptych structure creates a mature, nuanced portrait of the weight of personal and professional compromise. Sharad Nerulkar — the titular disciple in Chaitanya…
It’s been nearly two decades since there’s been a new motion picture written or directed by George Armitage, a name that would appear foreign to…
Playground in a Lake is an album of dull noodling and banal soap-boxing, offering little to digest with any measure of seriousness. Clark’s Playground in…
Facile, mawkish songwriting, bland production, and an overly-affected show of “authenticity” do major injustice to Justice. Justin Beiber wants to sell you a narrative: that…
Even ignoring the hilarity of a premise that supposes Tokyo Jetz has enough relevancy to be even be cancelled, Cancel Culture is nothing more than…
Visionland does nothing to disabuse all the clowning and dunking on that has been directed at Nahmir — it’s DOA. For about a week now,…
If one were to properly date when Pascal Arbez-Nicolas’ cultural ascension commenced — from his humble beginning as a no-name disk jockey, steadily slumming it…
Shiesty Season is low-key, minimally-produced rap record that thrives on Pooh’s undeniable charisma and swag. T’was first decreed by the ever-ostentatious Young Thug to be the…