Articles by Ken Scrudato
Lykke Li, “so sad so sexy”
Even if you don’t 100 percent buy into all of Lykke’s dark/light kooky mysticism, “so sad so sexy” is what it promises.
A Place to Bury Strangers, “Pinned”
There’s little doubt they genuinely mean every echo-drenched, wall-of-grinding-guitars second.
Kylie Minogue, “Golden”
As much fun as all those disco-fab collabs were, it’s heartwarming to hear Minogue pouring her heart out.
Jack White, “Boarding House Reach”
This is the sort of record everyone should make twenty years into their career.
The Soft Moon, “Criminal”
“Criminal” is, in a sense, the new gothic for a new century—paranoid, solitary, and powerfully visceral.
Shame, “Songs of Praise”
What makes Shame’s debut powerful is just how musically accomplished they are, despite the high-anxiety relentlessness of their sonic gospel.
Spinning Coin, “Permo”
Spinning Coin’s true strength lies in not just being some manner of revival of those pop-post-punk tenets, as much as clever guardians of the aesthetic flame.
Amadou & Mariam, “La Confusion”
The latest from the iconic Malian duo has surprises at every turn.
Hercules and Love Affair, “Omnion”
Andy Butler has become the multi-faceted songwriter and profound expressionist he always meant to be.
Ride, “Weather Diaries”
The return from the shoegaze legends seems as if it was made by a bunch of twenty-year-olds excitedly let loose in the studio for the first time—and the result is one of the more vital comeback records you’re likely to hear this year.
On their first album in twenty-two years, Slowdive prove that, despite its introverted nature, shoegaze possesses the possibility for truly anthemic gestures.
The Black Angels, “Death Song”
Billionaires in the White House? Come Armageddon, come.
Xiu Xiu, “Forget”
No one would make this record if they didn’t have to.
Max Richter, “Three Worlds: Music from Woolf Works”
The British composer bravely journeys deep into the interior of Virginia Woolf’s novels and her inimitable characters.
Brian Eno, “Reflection”
If there’s anything disappointing about Brian Eno’s career thus far, it’s that his oblique strategies have never taken him radically far away from the zones he settled and perfected.
John Cale, “Fragments of a Rainy Season” [reissue]
Equipped with nothing more than a piano and occasionally a guitar on this live album from 1992, the former member of The Velvet Underground pulls something new out of so many songs from across his career.
Jamie Lidell, “Building a Beginning”
Maybe Nashville is just where the British R&B singer needs to be.
If she’s really retiring, Maya Arulpragasam is going out on her own terms.