V is an immersive but pretty damn trying listen, one that seems less interested in offering solutions for the downtrodden than it is in dragging them down with it
It may seem challenging at first but delving deeper into its meaning you find a sincerity that no attempt at an ironic title could throw off
It’s stripped back and hushed, and atmospherically reveals a band whose Turkish roots haven’t left them.
the gateway drug you’d hope will lead on to more sonic explorations from Toro y Moi
Where Surfer Blood once jumped in feet-first, they now tentatively tread, dropping those killer hooks and re-imagined surf solos for more ambling and pensive musical excursions
Though the occasional rallying cry is dated by agit-skank circa the band’s nineties inception, ADF’s ace remains their fusion of bhangra, ragas and Eastern percussion to punky dancehall and drum’n’bass
Too is a cathartic collision of skate-punk nihilism and pop melody; Suicidal Tendencies playing Pet Sounds on a mescaline bender
It's taken Blackalicious ten years and ample crowdfunding to make their fifth album happen. Was it worth the wait? No - this is a terrible album with a great EP lurking somewhere within
it’s as often about the teen we wish we’d been as it is the insecure dork we actually were.
It’s a familiar record, but in the most reassuring of ways.
Beverly’s middleweight indie-pop packs an impact you just didn’t see coming
A constant invitation to close your eyes and tilt your head towards the sun...
The 23 wild songs see the otherworldly Southern California rappers Ishmael Butler and multi-instrumentalist Tendai 'Baba' Maraire eclipse their lean and combative 2014 effort, Lese Majesty.
Zomby's latest is a cold and calculating - if extremely atmospheric and clever - album
Powell has always strived to do something different and utterly confounding. In Sport, he’s surpassed that entirely - here’s an album that is truly special
Pigs x 7 unleash three tracks over 40 minutes which offer a white-knuckle ride through a frenzy of crunching riffs and woozy repetition
Half Waif describe their sound as Mood Ring Pop and in forma/a it’s remarkably fitting.
Lorde's new album full of heartbreak and Melodrama reviewed by Rhian Daly
Out Her Space is an exercise in subtlety - rarely overdone but always busy.
What you'll hopefully hear on The Official Body is a DIY album with massive crossover potential that finds its identity through not trying too hard to give a shit.
Here, the London duo retain pop sensibilities à la Lauryn Hill and TLC but launch them firmly into 2018.