Jack Harlow’s sexless new album demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of neo-soul. His coffee shop crooning is a transparent exercise in personal rebranding.

The SML guitarist slides among instruments, modes, and moods on his restlessly inquisitive new solo album.

On a low-stakes follow-up to last year’s Forever, the London duo continues its evolution from wubby electroclash to toylike pop ditties and microwaved lullabies.

The Toronto punks’ vinyl-only live album documents a unique hometown “tour” that took them to a range of venues throughout the city, capturing the communal catharsis at the heart of the band’s appeal.