Music Reviews

On "Dive," the conception of Beach House — golden and celestial — gets torn up and rearranged into another, messier composition. It's a glorious evolution.

On its first new album in 14 years, Hot Snakes delivers a collection of 10 bent and bruised punk songs alive with the sound of an itch impossible to scratch.

Royce 5'9" and DJ Premier bridge the ageist divide with a sophomore release worthy of definitive hip-hop statesmen.

Liz Harris tugs at the faded melody like a kite flying through fog, her voice pushing and pulling at the piano's whims.

Where A Crow Looked At Me dealt with the shattering experience of Phil Elverum losing his wife to cancer, Now Only ponders how, when, and why one might carry on.

The cover album becomes an unlikely site for deconstructing gender norms — and R&B's staid '80s tropes — in Ndegeocello's genre-bending care.

In a Spike Jonze-directed video, Anderson .Paak's glowing "Til It's Over" vicariously amplifies FKA Twigs' movements.

The gifted, classically trained singer announces his debut album, soil, with an R&B paean to positivity and love.

Plastic hearts cooked in a skillet, a lizard chopped with chives, a world absorbed into a marble. It's all part of a pleasant trip in the psych-pop band's new video.

The Brooklyn singer dusts off a paean to a lover lost.