As a concept album about good and evil, Heroes & Villains mostly delivers.
The album is filled with accessible musings on urban life and epiphanies spurred by lovers and considerations of mental health.
The album is rooted in our current moment, though it occasionally paints with a broad brush.
For the most part, the album delivers the kind of deceptively simple, fleet pop for which the band is best known.
The album is a markedly more stoic effort from a singer who, up until now, has been relentlessly upbeat.
Lil Baby’s third album plays as if ripped from the rapper’s diary, confronting trust issues and the loss of friends.
The artist’s least celebratory album to date, Spirituals is nonetheless ornate and often frenetic.
A potent sense of artistic and existential dissatisfaction permeates the synth-pop band’s eighth album.
In keeping with its title, the prolific Louisiana rapper’s fourth album plays like the end of an era.
On her seventh album, the singer displaces us from both history and the present and situates us in her unique ecosystem.
The album attempts to bridge a number of gaps in a way that can feel bland and devoid of context.
The scope of the 80-minute, 23-track album allows the rapper-singer to explore the full breadth of his romantic and sexual proclivities.
The album is part of a now decades-long roll-out attesting to the rapper’s bravado—and we’re not complaining.
Bartees Strange attempts to carve out a sonic palette of his own on much of his second studio album.
The Swedish singer-songwriter’s fifth album is her sparest and most unadorned effort to date.
The album is a gripping treatise on the relationship between Lamar’s inner turmoil and the cultural landscape.
Wet Tennis stages a 35-minute dance party that’s tempered, as well as bolstered, by notes of reflective melancholy.
Father John Misty’s Chloë and the Next 20th Century chases love as its guiding subject but too rarely feels amorous or sensual.
On Gifted, Koffee alternates between earnestly expressing her gratitude to be alive and confidently resting on her laurels.
Charli XCX’s Crash finds the pop singer workshopping the reckless abandon of her persona.