The album locates a middle ground between dark emotions and finding a way out of them.
The album is preoccupied with the bleak reality that remains after the credits roll.
The rapper uses his experience as both an example and a cautionary tale.
The album reflects both the singer’s dedication to the genre and his desire not to be confined by it.
If the band sticks too closely to familiar sonic territory, it is, at least, one that they’ve mastered.
The band creates an undercurrent of anxiety with mismatched rhythms, drum fills, and subtle dissonance.
The album gives voice to female rage in a way that finds truth in the ugliness.
The album is a celebration of Lorely Rodriguez’s voice as both an artist and vocalist.
The band’s musical arrangements can deftly swerve on a dime, but their lyricism falls short.
Timony’s melodies and arrangements retain a touch of the timeless and otherworldly.
The sturm und drang coursing through Wolfe’s songs is potent and deeply felt.
Like the beats themselves, the songs on the album are bracingly blunt.
With their seventh studio album, the Baltimore band offers up more of the same.
The album effectively allows listeners pick their favorites mixes and create their own playlist.
While the album may play it a little safe, it also smartly plays to the rapper’s strengths.
The album’s production style keeps whatever passes as emotion in Poppy’s world at a slight remove.
The airbrushed pop singer constructs a world of exaggerated femininity without drowning in irony.
The songs flit from one style or tone to the next, mirroring the mental states of the singer’s characters.
Like the singer herself, the album resists convention and refuses to be pinned down.
The album lingers in an in-between space that doesn’t fully embrace either noise or pop.