Reviews

Maybe it’s that everything on Lucifer – whether it is bold, verbose, propulsive or hypnotic – is measured in pop music sensibility.

It’s a melancholic album, Okumu’s lush, near whispered vocals are heartfelt and reflective, like an exhausted cousin to the angelic sounds of Rob Dickinson in ‘90s almost-shoegaze UK outfit Catherine Wheel.

The passing of Dilla, real name James Yancey, created a massive hole in the global hip hop community. In a world of ridiculous egos Dilla kept his remarkably in-check, quietly producing classics for the big names in hip hop from the mid-‘90s right up until the tragedy of his early death a decade later.

It’s Purdy at his most experimental, yet also most creative, on an exciting risk-taking album that really pushes his artistic and creative boundaries.

In Hindsight proves it’s possible for a band to evolve without alienating diehard fans.

Banga is her eleventh album, and it’s one steeped in nostalgia, remorse, reflection and that twinkling spark of anger that has always bubbled under the surface of her poetic lyrics.

Foe is the kind of album that makes the rest of the world go quiet around you.

For a ninth full-length release, it’s unconvincing...