
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.

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

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

Vampire Weekend's sprawling fourth album trades tight hooks for warmth and looseness. An 18-track review of Father of the Bride.

Nap Eyes sharpen their wry, wandering rock sound on I'm Bad Now, trading mystery for confidence and stronger hooks.

Arctic Monkeys ditch guitars for a lounge-pop concept album set on the moon. A bold, uneven, but rewarding reinvention.

Wussy embraces noise and shoegaze fuzz on Forever Sounds, a loud but melodic sixth album that rewards patience.

A look back at Car Seat Headrest's Teens of Denial, the messy, sprawling record that turned Will Toledo's bedroom project into a real band.

A track-by-track look at Angel Olsen's bold, career-defining 2016 album MY WOMAN.

The War on Drugs return with a new song, 'Who's That,' after four years, together with a full autumn journey of shows.
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