The album’s most affecting moments are certainly its most languid and leisurely.

It feels rather unfocused and meandering, like the group hit a brick wall after a decade of making the same lovely sounds.

Cast of Thousands is much deeper and more fully-realized than might be implied by the obvious Radiohead comparison.

What primarily elevates Seqsextend above being just another glitch exercise is that there’s a nigh-living, breathing quality to its songs.

This collection of inventive and brilliant avant pop songs is well worth the price. I only wish it was longer.

A microcosm of The Cure’s entire career, highlighting nearly every rise and fall, every stylistic direction, every bold experiment, and every failure the band has ever had.

This album is a reminder that no good thing can remain forever, and that we ought not to take them for granted while we have them around.

The Church finally has its very own version of American Idol.

Battle Royale 2 takes everything that was great about Battle Royale and replaces it with something that’s formulaic, amateurish, and exploitative.

The Potomac Accord manage to twist a number of post-rock clichés by using piano as a lead instrument.

If we’re made in the image of God, what does that say about the God in Whose image we’re made?

I was amazed at just how self-congratulatory the entire ceremony felt.

Though not without its flaws, the album has plenty that impresses with breathless creativity and beauty.

A record that punches holes through what the trained ear would classify as “beat-driven hip-hop.”

These songs rarely feel as compelling as it seems like they should be.