Part 1 of a micro-retrospective of Lil Peep’s musical legacy.
All in Album Reviews
LuLu is irremediably bad, but what the fuck were they trying to do with it?
This album feels like a flamethrower to the face, but in the best possible way.
Vince Staples is leaner and meaner than ever on FM! and the peasants rejoice.
I would’ve loved to love this album, but I don’t believe Death Magnetic even loves itself.
Behemoth’s new album is the logical continuation of The Satanist, but it’s a welcome addition to their discography nonetheless.
Anaal Nathrakh don’t only peer in our uncertain future, they also peer into their own.
The Take me to Church guy is back and he wants you to know he’s not the Take me to Church guy anymore.
A too little, too late getting-to-know review of Mac Miller’s Swimming.
This album is a triumph of creativity, clever production and, well… pure evil, I suppose.
Stoner/doom giants Sleep have awaken (pun intended) and are still awesome.
The singles on this album are great for what they are. But everything else about it sucks.
I had rose-colored memories of this album. While there are some of my favorite Metallica songs on it, it’s just not that good.
This album is, I believe, as close as it gets to the original intent behind Death Grips. It’s a violent onslaught of new and recycled sounds merged together into music you didn’t know you wanted to hear yet.
Kanye West should inherit the mailman nickname from Karl Malone, because he always delivers.
