Filtering the sound of ’80s freestyle through a buoyant, time-warped haze, the debut album from singer/producer Marcus Brown is both captivating and elusive.
Jessie Ware’s sumptuous fifth album is classic disco revival done right.
On her brutally honest debut album, the Chicago singer-songwriter takes folk music and bends it to her will, exploring agony and adoration in equal measure.
Yaeji’s debut channels a lifetime’s worth of anger into an airy blend of synth-pop, jazz, techno, and ambient. It’s a generous, understated exploration of rage as a source of creative renewal.
Wednesday’s noisy, rangy sound finds a home in the quiet, lonely corners of America. Their outstanding new album is why they’re one of the best indie rock bands around.
Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers, and Lucy Dacus devote their debut record to their singular bond. Each amplifies the other’s songwriting, enriches the detail, and heightens the emotion.
Recording live in the studio with just voice, keys, and bass, the trio achieves an almost telepathic connection: three seasoned musicians breathing together as a single organism.
The singer-songwriter’s ninth album arrives as a sweeping, sterling, often confounding work of self-mythology and psychoamericana: Lana’s in the zone.
The art-rock auteur’s latest album is a glistening, richly detailed world that feels like a culmination of their ever-escalating talent and ambition.
The madcap duo’s second album is about many things—junk food, being dumb, the ska revival—but mostly it’s about two savants making pop music sound absurdly fun.
At 73, the outsider artist has made his most ambitious and approachable album: an extraordinary aural memoir that tells a cosmic story of survival.
Karin Dreijer’s richly detailed third album renders the search for love as something both sensual and alien.