Arguably my favorite worship album of all time.

Truelove’s Gutter is a magnificent, richly textured album highlighted by Hawley’s remarkable voice and unashamedly sentimental lyrics.

The sound of a band completely comfortable inside its own skin and supremely confident in their skills.

It seems like every song is a big, swaggering ballad full of crashing drums and epic guitars that wears its heart on its sleeve.

You must either acquiesce to Scott Walker’s latest or just throw the whole thing away and move onto something safer.

The Technoillogical Myopia reminds me of the sort of the music I listened to back when “alternative” music was a thing.

I was completely unaware that I needed a good Christmas album this year and yet this album has filled that niche quite nicely.

Lake Trout shatters through the obvious comparisons, attaining a lofty sound all their own.

There’s such a wealth of ideas and detail in Sutton’s compositions that even hearing other people’s takes on those elements feels like wholly original material.

The long and short of it is that the band sounds just a little too much like Radiohead for their own good.

A pleasantly enjoyable disc, one that deserves to be heard by far more than have probably had the chance to hear it.

Buchanan and his bandmates seem more interested in capturing the beauty and magic in life’s mundane details.

A real gem that hasn’t lost it’s energy after almost a decade, and whose impact will probably never fully be known.

Piano Magic’s music is as spectral and eerie as it is beautiful and enchanting.

The album is pop album first and foremost, in all of its unabashed glory.

A very solid debut from a group that clearly knows their strengths and plays to them consistently from beginning to end.

If loving Animal Collective is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

When taken on its own merits, the compilation has plenty of high points.

It has the operatic rock quality of The Who or Pink Floyd with the sensibility to rock à la Radiohead.