
St. Vincent’s ‘All Born Screaming’ Is a Raw, Self-Made Masterpiece
St. Vincent's self-produced seventh album is her rawest, darkest, and most hopeful yet. A review of All Born Screaming.


St. Vincent's self-produced seventh album is her rawest, darkest, and most hopeful yet. A review of All Born Screaming.

Paramore's sixth album trades arena catharsis for wired, post-punk tension. Our review of This Is Why.

MJ Lenderman's Manning Fireworks turns broken hearts and bruised egos into a witty, moving indie-rock triumph.

Metallica's 72 Seasons packs thrash fury and mid-tempo muscle into 77 minutes—brilliant in spots, bloated overall.

Mannequin Pussy's I Got Heaven fuses hardcore punk rage with power-pop hooks for their most precise, brutal record yet.

Liturgy's 93696 is an 82-minute black metal epic blending blast beats, orchestral scope, and choir vocals. A review.

Ghost's Skeletá is a glossy 20-track double album of Atmos mixes and AOR hooks — polished, confident, and occasionally too clean.

Fontaines D.C. tear up their post-punk blueprint on Romance, a bold, genre-hopping fourth album that's their best yet.

English Teacher's debut This Could Be Texas is a restless, ambitious post-punk record that mostly delivers on its big ideas.

boygenius' debut the record fuses three songwriters into one voice — a confident, near-perfect 12-track statement. 9/10.
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