The R&B act of Drake’s triple bill is alternatingly hypnotic and hollow. It peaks when it’s refreshingly loose, and drags when it reverts to stock writing and production.
On a purportedly final album, the Swedish electro-pop singer’s disenchantment takes shape around sparkling synth and light-touch disco beats.
On its second album, the five-piece carries the torch for Long Island melodic hardcore while injecting the style with contemporary themes of burnout and exhaustion.
Frosty and a little unreal, the duo’s languid, atmospheric dream-electroclash unfurls like a gentle 5 a.m. comedown.