They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, apparently, no one told Mac DeMarco.
Heartbreak, drugs, sickness, and sadness make the perfect cocktail for the sadboy album of the summer.
While Death Grips blends the genres into something uniquely them, Show Me the Body revels in creating an exhibition of each form.
I committed myself to getting into Spoon and was pleasantly rewarded exceptional, swirling, psychedelic haze that is Hot Thoughts.
Tennis have carefully curated their image and sound and on their latest effort it seems they have it down pat. Dreamy synth pop reminiscent of 1970s disco era, but with a melancholy undertone only the millennial age can understand.
Even after four EPs and now being on their fifth studio album, WHY? have still not figured out how to create a masterpiece.
Like a Tim Horton’s coffee maker, Drake is a Canadian machine.
Lincoln scatters his record with well-produced distorted guitars, clean chugging drums, harmonies and moments of introspection on top of half note piano chords.
A fantastic effort from the new expert of avant-pop. Not her best work (“Vroom Vroom”) but still very very good.
You are doing yourself an absolute disservice by not listening to this.