Flowing beautifully from beginning to end, the album in its entirety can feel slightly taxing due to the bloated, overstuffed nature of the songwriting.
A world both wonderful and despairing. Such dainty music will inevitably turn certain audiences away, which is a shame because, frankly, Divers is a triumph.
Capturing the middle ground between passion and precision, Annie Clark’s sound here can only be described as some sort of melodic computer malfunction.
Under the Midas wing of Brian Eno, Talking Heads juggle African genres with Western experimentation and innovative digital play.
This was 50 minutes of anti-climax. Interesting instrumentals are peppered throughout, but they mostly fail to evolve from the opening moments of each track.
22, A Million feels like a nondescript blur. It doesn’t deal in structure, but in loose clusters of peculiar sounds and imperceptible words. It's a pretentious mess.
How To Be A Human Being is a great indie pop album in a year that hasn’t had many. So far, the band hasn’t made a misstep
Homogenic is a stunning work. Björk often defies categorisation, but her third studio album has a coherence that’s often missing from her other records.
There are a handful of stellar pop tracks, and a mammoth mid-album climax that will go down as one of the group's finest moments. A lovely indie-pop record.
Music written by a composer of Ellis Ludwig-Leone's class should never feel formulaic, but it does. It makes for a mildly enjoyable, yet rather hollow experience.