Mitski’s homebound eighth album is both theatrical and restrained, responding to her newfound visibility with sober reflections on loneliness and delusion.
On a sprawling, 112-track treatise, the semi-anonymous samplers hide a compelling statement in a clusterfuck weighed down by conflicting ambitions.
The London saxophonist’s singular sound seems to create its own windy weather. His new album charts a strange course from synth ambiance to industrial-grade sub-bass.
The indie-punk band expands into softer palettes and slower tempos on an album that captures the restlessness and newfound wisdom of being in your late 20s.