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Ishmael Butler’s latest transforms a lifetime of flyness into a moral code, then puts it on trial
The album is a bold swing, but perhaps not the one the band needed
The album transforms obsolete technology and jingles into a euphoric exploration of nostalgia
The album’s best songs lean into sinister undertones with relish
There are certainly pleasures to be found on the album, but the singer himself seems to get lost
The singer gets serious with his craft at one of the nation’s most renowned concert venues
The album’s abrupt shifts in genre and tone never allow you to settle in
The album asks what independence is worth when it starts to look like crushing loneliness
Beck’s return to folk-rock is frequently beautiful, even as it produces diminishing returns
The album is the singer’s most adventurous to date, even if the results are a little unwieldy
The album dissects a doomed affair with all the intimacy and oversharing that entails
The band’s post-punk-infused songs sink in quickly and stand up to repeat listens
The album suggests the singer might just have what it takes to reach her loftiest ambitions
The album’s sonic milieu is a fitting callback to another period of social upheaval
The band expands their sound with richer production and a meditation on identity
The trio stops short of fully developing their biggest ideas
Rather than pushing every composition toward some big payoff, Holter enjoys the silence
The duo turns pop-cultural excess into an intimate and infectious soundtrack for grief
Though the album is consistent in its moody menace, it charts too-familiar territory
The album is at once a reckoning and a self-conscious pivot
