No one said pop had to be complicated, and this pill goes down rather smoothly.
John Darnielle. Wrestling album. Whaddya need, a roadmap?
Welcome to Ivy Tripp, population: you and whatever emotional baggage you just can’t seem to shake.
On What For?, Toro y Moi stays true to his ambitions—there’s a little less groove, a lot less synth, and a way more classic pop than every before.
Death Cab for Cutie are churning out entire albums for the sole purpose of generating singles to populate their inevitable greatest hits album.
On The Day Is My Enemy, The Prodigy regress to classless acts of self-cannibalization.
The Powers That B may never be fully understood, but the pursuit of unattainable knowledge is its own reward.