Weighty themes indeed, but it's an uncomplicated treat of a listen that contains some of Remy's best work.
Continuing the tradition of there really not being any bad Destroyer albums, Have We Met has a number of peaks that put it among Bejar's best.
...And as they talk of losing ourselves to a digital world, Wolf Parade have never sounded better.
Banjos and close, beautiful harmonies abound, and while it’s hard not to long for the gloomier, stranger side of some of his stellar earlier work, there’s no denying that this is a very gorgeous record.
The real treat is that voice of hers: witnessing her tear in to modern pop culture phenomena like Twitter and AirBnB with a mixture of fascination and disgust is a peculiar joy, but a real one.
This new perspective suits him; the mechanical funk of the opening ‘Stepdad’ is among the finest things he’s written, while the irresistible ‘Bad For the Boys’ tackles the #MeToo movement with admirable tact...
At once a comforting and curious listen, Reward is an excellent album from an artist finally getting the recognition she deserves.
On Oh My God, Morby excels himself not by broadening his palette, but refining it.
Album of the year? Fucked if I know. But, yeah. Maybe.
Aviary certainly lands on the more 'out there' end of the spectrum, but don't be surprised if she doesn't stay there for long.
Only her fifth solo LP in a career dating back to the 80s, Broken Politics is exactly the kind of thing our ears need to encounter more regularly.
It's demanding music, but it sounds like they needed to make it.
On a record of refinement rather than reinvention, the corners are darker and the brightness more dazzling than before.
They've said it's the last we'll hear from them. But then, they are Liars.
...it's a second consecutive triumph, and you really should own it. If you don't have any jazz, that's not an issue. The only barrier to enjoying it is not having any soul.
In dialling up their idiosyncrasies, they've expanded the very horizons of the genre.
Dream Wife's opening salvo feels like indie debuts of old; a 34-minute cobweb-clearer with a few middling-to-good songs and a handful of spectacular ones.
On Rest, Gainsbourg flits between singing in French and English, and sounds just as mysterious whatever language she's operating in - even if you only find one of them intelligible.
This time, he's apparently digging the Pet Shop Boys and New Order. And man, do I dig how he digs the Pet Shop Boys and New Order.
"If you listen you will hear that sound right there in my mind", he sings on highlight "No Tree Branch", and that's what this record sounds like - a trip in to a fascinating, hilarious and disturbing psyche.
But the songwriting is magnificent throughout, and anyone with an interest in forward thinking pop should head to Brazil immediately.