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Kamasi Washington The Epic
Miguel Wildheart
You'll be hard-pressed to find a better allegorical summer-sex song this year than "Waves", or a morning-after-summer-sex song more fragrantly soothing than "Coffee" -- which may or may not pardon the lecherous porno-dream gimmick of "The Valley" or the stilted falsetto bumbling of "Flesh". But this r&b crooner isn't all about sex -- er, fucking. Or r&b. Or crooning, for that matter. There's plenty of both pros and cons for both death and California, and that 'alternative' tag runs its ever-adaptable course; from enticement to muddlement to cumbersome gangsta-swagger+amphitheater rock. Which may be why the bare -- er, stark -- confessions of
Wilco Star Wars
As to be expected from a sporadically-dropped freebie whose cover is adorned with a cat painting, this is a fun little let-loose romp, exposed right from the spastic and cryptically acronymic get-go and clinched by the casual tinny-guitar tunefulness that follows. The calmly at-ease attitude revitalizes the spirit as do the squall/squeal-buryings, those tinny-guitars sound all sorts of great, they know enough to toss an extended+shimmery ballad-of-sorts in between joke explanation explanations and ceiling tastings. It's trebly-twang goof-rock performed at a professionally erratic level.
Yes Going for the One
Future DS2
His stylistic+thematic limitations are conclusively divulged, but undeniably an emboldened+expanded variant of Future's recent mixtape output. The trap-house essence is more explicit and enveloping than ever: even when cash is being blown, this lucrative kingpin sounds far from triumphal; the overriding grim grime of percocet haze, blood money, and multifarious salacities bleak+plainly-stated rather than glorified+hyped-up. But golly, does it get redundant -- so much so that blatant one-liner quotables about pissing out codeine and thumbing slut-butts may occupy more space in the memory bank than song-by-song disparities.
Savage Garden Savage Garden
If fluorescent-bulb lighting being reflected off the just-buffed linoleum floor of a major-chain supermarket aisle was in the form of a song, it would be "Truly Madly Deeply" -- but that's the easiest jab this album offers, really it's not all so bad -- "I Want You" on the other hand is a kinda-quirky smash single that's not nauseating, they can drive a beat home if they want to, they're somewhat vocally equipped. But jeez, they do make it difficult -- between the front-loading, being unable to find a safe-sound-slot that's not sappy or strained, the Spanish guitar, cheap wah-wah effects and orchestral hits, there's stinky psuedo-romantic che
Eskimeaux O.K.
Dainty indie-pop arrangements full of sufficient subtleties and bantam buildups - most of which could be carried by the songbird vocals+lithesome percussion alone, though the light+laid-back guitar/bass/keybs are certainly nothing to sneeze at. Themes of nature and companionship fit their low-key sound as snug and warm as a well-worn gardening glove, and barring a trick-or-treater metaphor-flop, even the most audibly nectarous lines have complementary charm: "Let's go walking in the Brooklyn Museum", "Nothing in this world is holier than friendship", "I could be your loner if you would be my stoner". And for the arrestingly defiant mantra: "Y

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  • PappyMason Nice sound-off for that Miguel album man. Despite its flaws, it's a great listen!
    September 2 06:27 PM
  • cheapcrayon yo brudda
    July 10 11:06 PM

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