Blond flirts with indulgence but just about manages to stay grounded. It’s an account of slight thoughts, vague ideas, and delicate musings.
Shifting smoothly from ’90s R&B to psychedelic funk, Channel Orange is a liberation that Frank Ocean experiences as an artist as well as a man.
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.
The album’s craft is a pleasure to experience, luring one's attention rather than commanding it. Listens through have the sensory, slow-motion quality of a dream.
The record stagnates into a smooth R&B mood, though admittedly a rather lavish one. It’s frustrating to hear an album so content with being unrefined.
Ventura is super consistent hip hop experience, but we can’t help but wonder what might have been achieved with the safety wheels off.
Tyler plays against his strengths and manages to push himself to make a good non-rap album. That in itself is pretty fucking fascinating.
The decade had some doozies. Here were our favourites.
The end of the 2010s is upon us, which means we are bound by obscure 16th century law to rank our favourite albums of the decade.