Nana Adjoa, “Big Dreamings Ants”
This debut LP illustrates enthralling production, thoughtful suspicion, and poetic compassion.
Sufjan Stevens, “The Ascension”
“The Ascension” is an unrelenting release that asks a lot of its listeners, but it gives back plenty as well.
Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers, “Just Coolin’” + Thelonious Monk, “Palo Alto”
Neither of these jazz recordings is any less mysterious or magical just because they’re finally available at large.
Osees, “Protean Threat”
These 13 tracks are as oddball and incohesive as should be expected from the California band.
The Rolling Stones, “Goats Head Soup: Super Deluxe Edition”
The reason to invest in Super Deluxe “Soup” is the once-pricey “Brussels Affair” live bootleg.
Various Artists, “AngelHeaded Hipster: The Songs of Marc Bolan & T. Rex”
This lot, quiet or loud, make for an exquisite vision of T. Rex.
Young Jesus, “Welcome to Conceptual Beach”
The group’s third effort for Saddle Creek is enticing, philosophical, and mysterious.
The Flaming Lips, “American Head”
The latest from the Lips is a peculiarly placid sound that only this collection of artists seem capable of making.
Throwing Muses, “Sun Racket”
“Sun Racket” finds frontwoman Kristin Hersh on her trademark fine and fiery form.
“Hannah” is a capsule of acceptance, frustration, and growth.
Alicia Bognanno’s third LP benefits from a newfound willingness to let go.
The Lawrence brothers fail to maintain any exciting spark that existed on their 2014 debut.
Angel Olsen, “Whole New Mess”
“Whole New Mess” rips the sheen and pageantry away from the “All Mirrors” tracklist.
Erasure, “The Neon”
The record’s touching maturity doesn’t always jive with the wonton ways of its flaming musicality.
H.C. McEntire, “Eno Axis”
McEntire’s sophomore record is an album to escape into without being a delusional utopia.
The Killers, “Imploding the Mirage”
The band’s sixth album sounds like a bigger, hi-fidelity bite of the “Sam’s Town” apple.
The Stooges, “Live at Goose Lake: August 8th, 1970”
The 1970 set captures the band in full, frenetic death swoon.
Fontaines D.C., “A Hero’s Death”
The band pick at every scab they’ve developed during their arduous last twelve months.