
Russian Circles’ Empros Earns Its Ambition 15 Years On
A record of extremes, swinging from gentle calm to full force in seconds, tested against each other without pause.

Records we have scored.

A record of extremes, swinging from gentle calm to full force in seconds, tested against each other without pause.

Russian Circles' Blood Year trades slow minimalism for aggression, delivering their densest, most rewarding album yet.

A review of Metallica's self-titled 1991 album, weighing its highs ('Sad But True,' 'Nothing Else Matters') against its lesser moments.

A heavy record of metal, family, and loss, wherein the band presses past its own bounds, succeeding and failing in equal measure.

A heavy record of speed and weight, wherein Metallica define thrash metal with a title track that remains a warning.

A Baltimore rap record of fury, humor, and self-examination, told in twenty-two tracks across eighty-six minutes.

A review of Clipse's 2002 debut Lord Willin', tracking its highs—Grindin' and Ma, I Don't Love Her—and its weaker middle stretch.

A veteran's loud, fast, and impossible-to-ignore record of glitched intros and straight rap aggression.

A review of ScHoolboy Q's debut album Setbacks, weighing its confident street tales against its occasional filler.

A rapper's tale of fatherhood and fame, told through fifteen songs of boast and hook, wherein performance reigns supreme.
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