The Coathangers - The Devil You Know
*******HIGHEST RECS*******
Scuzzed pop-rock grooves that seemed a bit routine+tinny initially but prove to be their selling point, tight-without-trying punk-without-posture femme-trio that each contribute specific vox. Resultant is the tude of melodic purity and raw been-through-hell 'fuck bullies' toughie merged magnificently, a sweetened anthemic scorning of the NRA swoopin' in outta nowhere at the midpoint ("Suck my dick"), dreamy "ooo-woo"s beside background horror shrieks, junkies crawling up the walls, a potential hoarder realizing their possessions may possess them, grungy punchiness capped by a lithium-laced chill-thrill. Special shoutout to drummer Stephanie Luke aka 'Rusty Coathanger'; who can make simple cymbal splashes and cowbell taps define the tune. Right, and her voice sounds like rust. 7.5/10
Billie Eilish - When We Fall Asleep, Where Do We All Go?
*******HIGHEST RECS*******
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An extremely exclamatory preface of Invisalign discard and pompous laughin' kinda seals Billie+bro's notoriety as home-school rich-kid youngun weirdos whose sudden fame is mystifying. Turns out the dubious duo have made a minor masterpiece in melding pop, throbbed bass, stark minimalism -- accessibility on top of meticulosity, distortions, secrets, whispers. Through a rollercoaster flow she dons the crown with cool calm, possessing a perspicacity and pipe-restraint that is rather frightening for a 17-year old. Coldness with chuckles and heart and a stunningly sad triad of ballads to wrap it up, and even when its quietude and uke are a bit yawn-inducing you value that they go there. Having to honestly confront your xan-fueled friends and sampling The Office: ah, to be young in 2019. 8/10
Flume - Hi This is Flume
*******HIGHEST RECS*******
A festival-friendly popular-pop-producing DJ is right to wear this 'mixtape' on their sleeve as such. Sports a furious and frivolous flow while doling out an emboldened drilling of bass+shrill, glitch+glimmer, ghosts+gorgeous, bendy dancy beats. Many-a choppy and curt whatever-track make for tantalizing twists-n-turns, rapid rap verses proudly stand hand-in-hand with wailing vocoderobot, it somehow always ends up celestial, and when all of a sudden comes a lightly remixed Sophie classic you're like "sure come on in." Lotta good for what could be scraps perhaps. And just to underline, the couple times when it comes to MCs believe they go hard -- I've never enjoyed JPEGMafia more. 8/10
Jenny Lewis - On the Line
*******HIGHEST RECS*******
Constant big boomy cakewalk drums are kind of a bummer, Lewis isn't going above+beyond by any means. But arrangements manage to be elegant and easygoing and modestly stadium-ready all at once, so that drum thing comes in handy; and Lewis still coolly proves to be a frontwoman for the ages. Hooky without being hokey, classically killer voice-n-tone that doesn't strain or howl too far down the sap-hole, imagery and oddities and troubles so poised; perhaps poetic or witty or with a strut. First three tracks broadcast bongs, Marlboros, everyone eventually becoming skulls, poppies, bourbon, crumbling cookies, Candy Crush, caffeinated cocktails, kissing a narcoleptic poet in front of Harlem nuns; barely breaks a sweat. "Nudie pics" cited in lovely standout ballad, fits right in. "Hollywood Lawn", could've bookended Happy Gilmore. 8/10
Nav - Bad Habits
Awkward Uber Ride: The Soundtrack. ~*~meh~*~
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Facs - Lifelike [EP] 5.5/10
Noisem - Cease to Exist 7/10
Sinmara - Hvísl Stjarnanna 6.5/10
Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising 7/10
Nilufer Yanya - Miss Universe 6.5/10
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