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…
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:…
Even ignoring the hilarity of a premise that supposes Tokyo Jetz has enough relevancy to be even be cancelled, Cancel Culture is nothing more…
Visionland does nothing to disabuse all the clowning and dunking on that has been directed at Nahmir — it’s DOA. For about a week…
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…
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…
While frequently interesting to watch unfold, The Inheritance has no overarching vision and thus finds much of its potential political power muted. Inspired by…
Harlecore is an almost otherworldly album, built from familiar parts but singular and thrilling in every way. Danny L Harle makes music for an alternative…
Of Stan Brakhage’s ephemeral Desert, Fred Camper once wrote that “large and small, and inner and outer, worlds dance about each other in a…
Just Don’t Think I’ll Scream isn’t the exercise in solipsism or self-serving appropriative art its premise threatens, but its overall effect is one of cautious…
“Fuck Soulja Boy. Soulja Boy, I know you’re young enough to be my kid but you single-handedly killed hip-hop, man. That shit is such…
The Hustles Continues is a bit too busy and suffers from a glut of features, but once again proves J’s relevance and absolute buoyancy. There…
My Life 4Hunnid reflects yet a further dip in quality from YG’s long-ago days of Still Brazy. My Life 4Hunnid, YG’s latest, is the type…
To call Bladee a rapper would be a bit misleading — sure, he sorta sings in a cadence and manner one could associate with…
If you listened to and believed the hip-hop gatekeepers, influencers, and bloggers (whose reviews read like thinly disguised PR campaigns) from the past few…
For nearly two decades now, The Avalanches have repurposed pillaged sounds of yesteryear in order to locate a current emotional resonance, to connect the…
Monster Hunter suggests that Paul W.S. Anderson has exhausted his bag of tricks and is soullessly recycling familiar fare to diminishing results. The lore of…
ON-GAKU: Our Sound is something of a strange contradiction, managing both stupidity and profundity in equal measure. Kenji Iwaisawa was able to accomplish something few…