Reviews

Meraki is a city to get lost in, a drive through modern technologic marvels built on retro foundations.

Reality shows and earth music mother clichés or not, Hines has a flawless sound.

Russack’s husky vocals scratch that interminable itch of real life, able to encapsulate widely accessible personal dilemmas in the realm of acutely specific narratives, all murmured with an inquisitive, attractively laconic air.

Comparisons to James Blake seem inevitable, but the elusive beauty of this album documents the emergence of a unique and accomplished talent.

They’ve got something to say, and say it best loud.

Ross has transformed from one of hip hop’s greatest frauds to one of its greatest guilty pleasures.

It’s bubblegum dance-pop that has absolutely no weight, but is made extremely well – the best-looking shirt you’ve ever seen, made using the cheapest material possible.

Trees does too, showing for a moment the outfit’s wonderfully gentle side, though this record is driven by extraordinary ferocity – it’s a beast. Listen loud.