FLOOD

The band’s first album for Saddle Creek is a sprawling odyssey of haunting dissonance and blissful euphoria.

The “frog rock” quartet’s debut is an unforgettable collection that blurs the lines between math rock, art pop, and jazz.

The pair of emcees sound more in sync than they did on the debut LP, released just six months ago.

“Oxnard” isn’t afraid to show admiration for G-funk, and many of its best moments come from the more West Coast–inspired cuts.

“Alone at Last” elicits the kind of place that only exists in dreams, a sort of chrysalis from all the chaos surrounding us.

Lenker’s haunting vocal acrobatics will linger with you long after the album is done.

The end of the world is merely a natural evolution, and “Thunder Follows the Light” is about basking in the calm before the chaos.

Mac Miller has been open about his struggles in the past, and “Swimming” is rooted in trying to find a way to stay afloat.

A collection of unfussy, straightforward, mid-tempo rockers that revel in their uniformity.