Backxwash "Only Dust Remains" (2025)

 

Taking a step back from the abrasive edges of Metal, Noise and Industrial, Canadian producer-rapper Backxwash returns carrying that stark Soulful pivot heard on Mukazi at His Happiness's conclusion. This new chapter shows signs of growth as Only Dust Remains' eight songs play tight and concise with a refined approach. Toning down aggression, dialing in human voices, choral, gospel and the like, the reoccurring themes of self doubt, identity, guilt, and life's woes wrapped in demonic metaphors, arrive through a shifting lens. Signs of maturity and evolution in perspective manifest through both Her lyrical and instrumental expressions.

Touches of reflection upon these dominant artist defining themes crop up among an arsenal of personal exorcisms. Wake Up plays a focal point, as cries to "wake up" from internalized suffering seem offset by lyrics delving into current affairs of war and politics, as she turns her attention to the pains of external matters. So to does the following Undesirable echo this shift as shouts of "grow the fuck up" cry out over its mellowed instrumental, a voice and string duet adorned by underlying piano chords.

Each song carry's a character best felt by enduring its duration as expressions manifest through the journey, as apposed to simply rocking a wild beat to latch onto. As such, personal preferences will illuminate these nurtured instrumentals. For me, the Dave Gilmore akin unending airy guitar solo of Stairway To Heaven and Dissociation's dreamy build up of uplifting energies were a keen highlight.

So to does its concluding title track turn a similar leaf to Mukazi. The album ends on a gorgeous note, a soothing instrumental encapsulating soulful warmth with a touch of beautiful melancholy. Its chorus hook a blissful one that seems a far cry from this artists roots. Only Dust Remains is a solid record, the brilliant union of expression driven by an artist handling both lyrics and production shines strong. It does however feel like a stepping stone between the past and future if this evolution continues on the next record, which I now eagerly anticipate even if it may be a few years away.

Rating: 8/10

Spellling "Portrait Of My Heart" (2025)

 

Devoid of that alluring magic felt on The Turning Wheel, experimental musician and singer-songwriter Spellling returns with a stiff set songs to lend her hearty, endearing voice to instrumentals simply on a different wavelength. Rife with overt echo's of 90s Alternative Pop, 80s Classic Rock, Glam Rock and flashes of Prog Rock, even Metal in a single moment, these songs crudely show their inspirations. Its rough around the edges, garage aesthetic sounds fantastic yet clashes with a remarkably salient, soulful performance, expressing many personal, emotional themes through lyrical delivery.

I've tried to drill these songs into my mind with repeated exposure, that same gnawing clash barricades a charm clearly aimed for. One can hear the bold conceptual strides these numbers take. Bright ideas, yet lacking novelty in pursuit of convention over experimentation. With this shift in norms, a chemistry between voice and instrument falters, despite either doing nothing erroneous individually, together they lack spark.

This disposition left me with little to say, I could delve into the ideas explored deeper but with a lack of adoration, words for expressing my perception just don't flow. Still one to pay attention to, I hope she finds her way back to the unusual charms again.

Rating: 4/10

The Weeknd "Hurry Up Tomorrow" (2025)

 

Unleashing emotions raw and aching, Abel's heavenly falsetto collide with misery as Hurry Up Tomorrow paints a unenviable depiction of an artists anguish. Channeled through dreamy Synth-Pop R&B mashups, the limelight suffering, heartbreak woes and substance abuse ripple through this record like therapy. Glued within his mental struggles, suffering is illuminated painfully through direct lyricism and animated interludes set to portray personal, intimate moments and their crushing weight.

Its a strange juxtaposition to the often upbeat, feel good music that has retreated to the sidelines. As such, we embark on a lengthy spell dwelling on this temperament. Instrumentals frequently drift into a dreamy Ethereal sense of limbo. Seeking warmth yet coming up cold. Wake Me Up featuring Justice seems to revive echos of Dawn FM, as if to shut a door on that chapter. Sao Paulo grabs ones attention with its cultured, Hispanic dance floor beat. Infectious, occasionally obnoxious and nightly.

 Deeper into the record, flavors of Synthwave, Trap and Soul emerge, characterizing some big name collaborations. Between them, these mid-tempo, toned down swells of ease and chilled temperament arise. Seemingly unhurried, I sense our artist is trying to linger on every expression felt, as if to be aired out thoroughly. With such stellar production, the glossy sound carries stripped back, simplistic melodies quite far.

Clocking in at eighty four minutes, Hurry Up Tomorrow plays like a limbo mood to sink into, with a foot in each camp. Articulations endures wounds whilst its hazy synth driven instrumental charm pass by like a trip. This dreariness lingers as the record winds down, seemingly without a resolution. I'm left thinking this was all intentional, despite an inclination for curation, The Weeknd was leaning into this moment fully.

Rating: 6/10

Willow "The 1st" (2017)

 

Armed with a charming youthful naivety, Willow's sophomore effort gracefully dodges its own awkward imitations as inspiration and "talent" saves its heartfelt expressions from mockery. Venturing dangerously near the pitfalls of teenage philosophy, her introspective self expressions carry an emotional weight and sincerity that is hard to ignore. Sentiments extending beyond herself scarcely play hollow however the personal insights seem befitting of the records peculiar coffee shop tone.

Backed by sullen, broody instrumentals, strings, pianos and acoustic guitars start out on a Classical tone. Track by track the setting inches into different territories through minimalist compositions that leave a lot of airy space for its inconsequential melodies to drift by. Picking up pace and intensity, things brighten up as sounds of New Age, Soul, Dream Pop and Alternative Rock start to color these intentionally stripped back songs. The final few tracks then lean into a folksy current that was always present.

These thirty four minutes drift by without a misstep yet feel just out of reach from something grander. Early on, Willow's singing contrasts the backings, drifting above with a sense of free flowing expression. Later, the two find unison. Along the way, a few obvious echos of 90s singer-songwriters make themselves known. Considering her trajectory, the creativity expressed here is enjoyable but is yet to really click.

Rating: 6/10

The Brand New Heavies "Heavy Rhyme Experience Vol 1" (1992)

 

 

British act The Brand New Heavies try their hand at collaboration with rap heavy hitters of the era. Adding story driven rhymes to the mix, the Acid Jazz outfit come full circle on their Hip Hop persuasions that mostly shape up percussive loops with repetitious groove. The fit seems perfect, given the shared influences of Soul, Funk, R&B and Disco on both the bands style and young rappers parental music.

Working with a pre-Wu-Tang Clan Master Ace, Kool G Rap, Main Source, Guru of Gangstarr and legendary The Pharcyde, the band scoop up some top talent among other guests, each track receiving a guest act to layer in the vocal element. The band shape their slick Acid Jazz grooves into fruity, flavorful loops - lively, tailored with apt color and melody. Despite its organic nature, the performance stiffens, stripping out the opportunity for tangents, iterations or progressive leaning song structures.

 

Once a beat makes itself known, it sticks firmly, resting a lot of the music on its rappers who meld with the tone to various degrees of success. With such smiley, friendly instrumentals, its curious to hear Kool G Rap excellence on Death Threat. A strutting baseline and shimmering guitar leads add a soft gangster attitude to its tone. Kool takes it the rest of the way with fierce rhymes and aggressive energetic delivery.

Heavy Rhyme Experience Vol 1 is a competent listen, capturing the rap scene at the end of its Golden Era / Jazz Hop sound, right before big shifts in tone over the next couple of years. With quite a few weak performances and a lack of identifiable hooks, its served as a fun listen to plunder a couple of fun tracks from. Sadly wont have me returning for more, despite the disappointment, its a shame more crossovers like this haven't taken place in this era of Hip Hop. There was such potential here.

Rating: 5/10

Tyler The Creator "Chromakopia" (2024)

 
Yesterday's record, Man Down, concluded with an aging rapper losing focus and purpose. Although of a younger generation, Tyler, now fifteen years into his career, continues to mature and challenge himself. Far from reaching his fifties but the contrast emphasizes how vividly empowered by self expression he remains.

Chromakopia is a slice of life record, where Tyler articulates his thoughts on fame, professional stature, reminisces on Odd Future's history, expresses pains of his closeted sexuality and reflects on personal values as an emergence of new family members stands in comparison to his lifestyle and celebrity image.

 His verses pull one in effortlessly, animating his world through the craft of lyricism dressing up plain language. Its the reason he connects so directly. If not already attentive, ears perk as a string of songs delve into an unexpected pregnancy. Tyler tells the tale from both sides of the relationship (referring to himself as T), delving into the hard realities of such a heavy situation. Its honest, sincere, humble and unique.

Getting past a lyrical highlight, the album loosens its peculiar mix of Soul, R&B and Jazz, throwing in dark bangers with big noisy baselines and drum groves pulling on worldly percussion beyond the traditional kick snare drum kit. His production calls back to the quirky magics of Igor, assembling tunes, textures and motifs from seemingly abstract moments, all drenched in the tone of aforementioned influences.

With an ear for voices, instrumentals flow woven between lyrics, vocal ad-libs and soulful singing, often leaning into the strange. Its as to be expected yet charming every time. I'm deeply impressed by how unique his voice and music remains. Familiar, yet fun and impactful through a new set of excellent songs.

Rating: 8/10

Willow "Empathogen" (2024)

 

Daughter of famed rapper slash actor Will Smith, the last I heard of Willow were remarks on her adolescent entry into pop music on Will's autobiography. It wasn't an appealing reason to check in, and according to critical pundits, It seems I've been spared this misfortunes of a youthful musician maturing from shaky foundations. Empathogen serves as my introduction to an artist who's not only found her voice, but expresses it with freedom, led by emotion and passion, venturing into curious spaces.

Elements of Progressive Rock, R&B, Soul and Jazz Rock emerge on a fruitful journey. Leaning into its oddities, dwelling on unconventional melodies, the record gracefully swings between jam session chemistries and structured Pop convention. Creative percussion has much of the record feeling playful and expressive. Willow layers her voice in riveting self duets, chiming in, spinning simple hooks into exciting swells.

It all feels so genuine and expressive. Songs naturally pivot into different vibes. Often upbeat in tone with differing rhythmic drives, her lyrically reflective presence anchors every song. Swaying into curious oddities like the catchy humming of No Words and a moody, esoteric Ancient Girl, the contemporary compositions get consistently exposed to an ear for infectious melodies and keen aesthetics to reshape its own mold.

Empathogen feels effortlessly accessible yet drifts slightly to the Avant-Garde from a Pop perspective. Lyrics play relatable through their abstraction, each empowered word and cry of feeling wrapped up in a breezy momentum. Best of all, Willow fits snugly with these stellar backing musicians who craft a compelling listen from start to end. I've been unable to put this one down for a while, each spin is still riveting.

Rating: 8/10

Sabrina Carpenter "Short N' Sweet" (2024)

 

Currently topping the streaming charts, this former Disney star charms with her strong soft voice dynamic. Backed by a seasoned production team, who have handled many big names, the instrumentals of Short N' Sweet croon. Pulling from Country, Soul and Rock, one half of its runtime paints a earnest singer on stage, armed with acoustic guitar and small town Americana charm. The other half gracefully pivots from emotive expressions with energetic bursts of Dance, Disco and Synthpop, armed with sharp wit and knack for hooks. Its fondly reminiscent of Jessie Ware's nostalgic revival.

Sabrina has a wonderful voice, easily slipping between temperaments seamlessly, she colors many a song with subtle shifts that elevate the chemistry. For me, its her sweet falsetto's that perk my ears. The lyrics however, mostly play a hormonal mess of youthful love and relations channeled into cute, quirky expressions, often juxtaposing the warm delivery tone against lyrical content. Its charm is flirtatious, playful, teenage. Fun, mostly harmless but nothing much to latch onto for this listener.

The record is solid from front to back, a breezy, warm, uplifting thirty six minutes that finds a fantastic stride with Bad Chem, Espresso and Dumb & Poetic. The vocal hook on Bad Chem, descending in a dance from breathy high notes is an utter joy. The closer Don't Smile might be joining this list too, another highlight on a solid record that indicates Pop Music is in much better shape than the boy/girl band tripe of my youth.

Rating: 7/10

Childish Gambino "Bando Stone And The New World" (2024)

What a glorious return for Donald Glover! Bando Stone plays a treat, a wild ride through a tapestry of sonic sound. Seemingly defying labels and convention whilst being pallet-able and poppy. Its refreshing, delivering unique fusions of aesthetic and composition from start to end. This feels like a passion project, birthed from free form jam sessions, capturing the snippets of magic and fleshing them out into exotic songs.

Opening with glitches, aggression and zany vocal manipulations, a bold tone is set yet swiftly we pivot into a heartbreak ballad, gracefully fusing the odd coupling of Soul and 90s Alternative Rock. Survive toys with Dream Pop vibes, Steps Beach croons into an acoustic lullaby, then we swivel again into a dark crunking Trap beat. Unsurprisingly energies shift once more with a lively The Prodigy interpolation of Breathe. A classic!

 

 This tone switching rarely relents, keeping listeners on their tones. Its a refreshing experience, full of unusual surprises and great songwriting. Layers of voicings natural and manipulated seem to be the recurring theme, lots of joyous harmonies permeate many a song on the record. Another through line are these brief interludes painting a picture of modern man stranded in the wild. Without the tools and skills to survive, the dialogs become rather comical, birthing amusing moments between the varied music.

The New World is a hard one to summarize with words. Put simply, it needs to be experienced. The music ventures into so many avenues, siring up striking aesthetics with charm. Donald's apt lyricism delights too, littered with social commentaries and cunning observations he delivers food for thought on rap verses and entertains with creative, expressive singing, frequently shifting into the higher registers, something I don't usually tolerate well. Here I adored the exchanges with his many guests.

 

Rating: 7/10

Zeal And Ardor "Grief" (2024)

 

Now a seasoned act, Zeal And Ardor's third full length has soured in lack of reverence. I'd previously been enamored with their dreary, foreboding yet somehow colored fusion of Black Metal, Chain Gang chants and Electronics. This re-imagining of the genres anti religion inspirations birthed excitement. Unique atmospheres and musical oddities emerged from this exploration, both in concept and execution. Powerful themes and striking compositions, twisting both aesthetics and melodic expectations, yet somehow packaged for consumption. This promising act delivered some amazing experiences in years but on this outing, those ideas run short.

Grief retreads familiar themes, lacking cunning for the shock and awe that surprised beforehand. Leaning on dreary atmospheres, the album routinely tries to foray into theatrical lullabies, toned down interludes with subtle instrumentation, striding for something grandiose, emotional and impacting. The vision gets broken up by the bands various shades, leaning into particulars rather than fusing them together.

Mediocrity and tone rotation seems to dispel each songs magic. Plenty of interesting aesthetics and compositions individually emerge but rarely do they converge. Clawing Out is one excellent track that does this. Dissonant guitar noise and creepy whispered chats lure us into the eerie as hastening guitar riffs jostle for impact. Increasing tensions loop over, building on prior ideas before striking us with gratifying siren synths and a thudding distorted bass drum. Its a rhythmic oddity that just works.

Une Ville Vide was another unique cut, a cozy yet mysterious keyboard piece more akin to a Dungeon Synth record. Other than those two songs, not much resonated with me. I do however appreciate the craft. This experience strikes me as being more about my own personal mood than the record itself. I expected a lot more but left sadly quite disappointed. I'm interested to look up the broader reception this received.

Rating: 5/10

Potatohead People "Eat Your Heart Out" (2024)

 

A snug fit for rising temperatures hitting us here in England, Eat Your Heart Out has been the soundtrack to my morning walks drenched in glorious summer sun. Jazz Hop duo Potatohead People, refine their tone with a focus on soulful moods and mellow croons, a classy vibe elevated greatly by subtle Funk baselines. They often bustle and bruise with character, bolstering rather subdued Hip Hop beats. Steady tempos arrange cushy kicks, snappy claps and reverberated snares with a breezy softness, grooving rhythms that shy away from becoming the focal point.

 Unlike prior records, only two of its eleven cuts are instrumentals. On both, the lead tones down any individual charisma, a step away from the expressive Jazz Fusion solos like heard before. This puts a notable emphasis on its expanded array of guests, who drop raps and rhymes along with some smooth singing in apt spots. Familiar names return, along with a surprise big hitter from the 90s, Redman.

None of them define the record with any remarkable lyrics, nor do any instrumentals drop illuminating melodies. Without peaks or valleys, the whole records demeanor is a mellow, tranquil vibe. An endearing warmth to relax to, that puts all troubles aside. That's to say, despite having a stellar resonance, nothing deviated from its baseline.

Only Paradise stood apart. With a dreamy shift in tone and sly tropical flavor, shimmering guitars and glistening synths give it a special touch when washed in this glossy reverb. The whole track feels plucked from an 80s fever dream, with Diamond Cafe's vocal performance reminiscent of Michael Jackson's classic high tenor. All in all a warm spin from start to end, full of good vibes but lacking a spark to make it special.

Rating: 6/10

Justice "Hyperdrama" (2024)

Still lingering in the shadows cast by Woman, an eight year wait hasn't yielded much excitement. The Disco-Funk inspired French duo return crisp and clear with a tight production to dazzle with stunning aesthetic clarity. The record sounds utterly gorgeous, rich in texture and smoothness. Its samples croon and instruments strike with fidelity and groove. A sweet indulgence but that can only take it so far.

Front loading the album with its best leaves a mediocre trail of songs experimenting with overt influences. Thumping dancefloor Disco sensibility, jolting Funk grooves, flushes of Progressive Rock melody, Classical frameworks and 70s Electonic music intersect with modern synth tones just short of the finish line. Every song feels unique, charactered and interesting but lacks the claws to sink their grip in.

Hyperdrama's Merits lay in the voices that illuminate a handful of collaborations. They add a dimension sorely needed on its instrumental counterparts. Two unions with Tame Impala strikes chemistry perfection! Kevin Parker's cloud sailing voice a snug fit for their tone. He, Rimon, The Flints and Miguel are classy fits that finish off these fine instrumentals, sounding utterly fantastic with an array of tender performances.

I have no complaints, perhaps my taste right now wasn't apt for this nostalgia tinted offering. Enjoyable, yet lacking a deeper connection after a fair few spins. One instrumental that struck gold was Generator, a Dubstep reminiscent nightly assault of unhinged jagged synths colliding with a dramatic string section. Reminded me of Carpenter Brut. I find myself desiring to enjoy these tracks more than I do. Strange.

Rating: 6/10

Lauryn Hill "The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill" (1998)

 

As thee lone solo release by rapper slash actress Lauryn Hill, Miseducation's reputation has been cemented by time as a remarkable mic drop. After life in movies and The Fugees, this smash record solidified her reputation. Subsequently withdrawing from the limelight, this remains as her lasting legacy and a record I've been criminally slow to get around too. Doo Wop & Everything Is Everything still stir feelings and memories fresh from my preteen years, a period before the roots of what I adore today was established. Similar to my experience of Puff Daddy's No Way Out, this was an opportunity to step into an alternate past had I gravitated to it at the time.

My nostalgia could have set high expectations but I took this one at face value, for how it felt today. This may explain my lack of affinity with the critical acclaim bestowed upon its meaty eight minutes. Most songs hit the five minute mark with solid Hip Hop beats, embellished by Jazz, Funk & Soul alike instrumental performances to liven up its loops. Sadly, a fair portion of tracks leaned into a dreary sombre tones, reflecting on life's struggles with gospel hardship vibrating on moody expressions. That's not to say these R&B grooves aren't beautiful or stunning in their heavy presence, just a personal mismatch I failed to indulge upon, despite Lauryn's exquisite singing voice.

Early on in the record, we get a few harder cuts. Rugged beats, record scratches and Lauryn pivoting to her raw rapping persona. Delivering tight rhymes with lyrical depth on a firm masculine cadence. Her narratives are mightily written, holding attention for a whole song on her own. That substantive depth is present throughout. Something about her raps cuts the mood, putting them front and center, unable to avert.

Miseducation is also interwoven with two other aspects. Love and a musical tapestry. With interludes between songs, seemingly a teacher talking to a classroom about love, Lauryn seems to grappling with a personal story through this externalization as the students discuss various aspects of the four letter word. The musical tapestry comes with some welcome Wu-Tang samples but also timely lifts of samples, grooves and chorused from well known songs. It gives the whole expression a sense of roots into other artists works. A nice sentiment she pulls of a touch of class.

In conclusion, my many repetitions did not warm me up to the majority of its R&B moods. They dominated its tone despite a healthy variety of textures stretching from Spanish guitar to Gospel church organs. Lauryn herself an impressive creative force, both in the musical arrangements and as a performer, showing off much tenderness in her voice with a strong philosophy of mind backing her personal direction. Well worth the time but not quite a classic for me sadly. Maybe if discovered back in the nineties at an impressionable time, this could have been quite different.

Rating: 7/10

Jessie Ware "That! Feels Good" (2023)

 

Following up on the stunning What's Your Pleasure, singer-songwriter Jessie Ware leans even harder into this craft of love. Going beyond a revivalist sentiment, her passionate presence and luminous instrumentals play like a force of infection pulling one into a personal fantasy from a bygone era. These songs ooze with class, as a slick production steeped in attitude. A return to the glory of 70s Disco, Funk and Pop, steeped with a little 90s Dance pianos, House grooves and Daft Punk sensibilities.

The opening stretch has a groovy rhythmic persuasion. A beautiful balance is stuck, inspired words swoon over mighty bold melodies, full of upbeat jovial spirit, striving forth with a dance-able confidence. The theme of empowerment in pursuit of pleasure and indulgence is executed with warmth and compassion. A very humanist oriented energy emanates, painting vivid images of fun social parties and the nightlife bliss.

Past its first five songs, a few tracks hit a subtle difference in stride. It seems 70s cheese and less favorable cliches of that era get a keen focus. Raunchy "wink wink" lyrics, chirpy melodies and quirky hooks paint an interesting picture of bygone trends, reviving them with a lot of energy. Initially, these crude strides turned me off but repetition has worked its charm. I'm still not sold but I can't deny its a brilliant exercise in taking dated ideas and putting on polish, while clearly having fun in the process.

Between those numbers, the music looses some of that opening vibrancy. Perhaps the endless upbeat march is a little much for me. I loved how the previous record moved into theatrical strides with emotive beats, leaning to the melancholy alongside adorning string sections. This effort felt strictly settled on its Disco dance floor orientation. The moody shift of Lightning lacks a spark on the way out to provide that variance. Overall, That! Feels Good has some absolutely brilliant, infectious music but it waivers when leaning harder into its mightily enthused ideas over and over again.

Rating: 7/10

Little Simz "No Thank You" (2022)

 

Album number five, No Thank You, is a moment for pause, a frank examination of where Little Simz currently finds herself. The brisk London accent, a 90s cadence occasionally instrumentally aligning in tone and temperament, this was a keen fit for my tastes. Its strength however, is Simz' lyrical journey. Often rhymed simple and plain, among other topics she mostly grapples with the record industry, attacking the subject from many angles, never running out of steam in the thorough process.

Wording tales of industry woes, systemic issues and ill intended individuals, an unsurprising yet deeply engaging narrative of her struggles emerges. As the theme resurfaces, each iteration serves a new purpose. Personal distress, advice for fellow musicians, how its impacted family relations. Even turning the question on herself, Simz' questions her own motives and wants as a performer allured by the industry.

Toning down the instrumental theatrics heard boldly on Sometimes I Might Be Introvert, grandiose string sections, warm ruptures of infectious Gospel, shades of Funk and Jazz. They come subtly woven into an apt chemistry for rhyme and beat to house the subject at hand. Gorilla stands out as a fun throwback to the early nineties groove of The Low End Theory. She pivots to breezy rhymes and playful swagger in cheeky yet firm style. Its a lighter, fun track among a lot of serious, expressive topics.

 With every spin I've been locked in and invested. Peaking with the pained Broken, its ending somewhat fumbles. Sideways' instrumental a tad too minimal and obnoxious, followed by an odd dreamy synth stint Who Even Cares. Seems like a couple of cuts that didn't fit were squeezed in. Also interesting, the album didn't chart well. It went under my radar for a while too, hence why I'm late to this one. Given the subject matter explored here, it seems Simz moved label for more creative freedom. This effort definitely reflects a change in attitude. Doing it for oneself, with nothing to prove.

 Rating: 8/10

Janelle Monáe "The Electric Lady" (2013)

 

 Unabashed, bold and brazen, this sophomore follow up confidently struts its thematic concept directly into the spotlight. Where The Archandroid maneuvered its robotic humanoid inspirations with intrigue, The Electric Lady hits these beats on the nose with no subtleties. Key protagonist and android messiah, Cindi Mayweather is thrust against fear and ignorance. Crudely deployed with overt interludes between songs, a radio show host reigns in calls of colorful bigoted callers, reputing their hateful views revealed. An obvious metaphor for various phobias that grip people in current times.

Contrasting this illumination of social ills, most these songs are positive, uplifting, striding with themes of empowerment and strength. Its title track plays like an homage to the powerhouse anthems of Soul and Disco crossovers from the 70s and 80s. Unsurprisingly, this era is where much the records stylistic draw comes. On this track however, its self assured execution and expressions of female empowerment fall flat against a perfected checklist of tropes, notes and beats to hit in emulating this style.

Originality and inspiration is in question. The albums second phase hits an thematic echo with Ghetto Woman. I prefer this one, however its instrumental is clearly lifted from Stevie Wonder's blueprint of vibrant expressions. Although only palpable on occasion, much of the record drifts by without that keen infectious spark of its predecessor. Its historic sentimentality left exposed in the shadow, an awkward underwhelming stretch of luscious, warm, soft to touch music that rarely peaks.

One track hit a groove. Dance Apocalyptic swiftly picks up pace, deploying a chirpy percussive jive to wiggle with. Instrumentally soft all over, a youthful love of live emanates through its lively assemble of carefully performance instruments. Even turntable scratches can be heard in the mix. Janelle's jovial chorus and cheeky hooks are a delight, "shellang-alang-alang". One to get stuck in the ear, among a lengthy stretch of songs lacking the depth and charm seemingly lost from that last triumph.

Rating: 6/10

Janelle Monáe "Metropolis: The Chase Suite" (2008)

 

Prelude to The Archandroid and first installment of a conceptual series of records, Metropolis is a fair introduction to Janelle's quirks as an artist. For this listener, the spoils of what follows overshadows its charms. Metropolis plays as another union of instrumentals reaching into a diverse past for inspiration, paired with sharp, groove inducing percussion, its a fantastic reinvention of timeless musical expressions.

With March Of The Wolfmasters, the thematic premise is laid bare, somewhat spelt out. Outlawed robotic romantics, a vision of science fiction imagined future, plucked from the 20th centuries early decades and intermingled with a very human narrative. So to does the music plunder gloriously with trumpeted Swing band elements, theatrical string sections and stabbing horror organ melodies spun to a jovial rhythm.

Although a brief EP, its focus slips at the end with Mr. President. Pivoting to a plea on current social woes, the shift in tone is jarring. Then proceeded by a cover of Smile her incredible voice sadly doesn't quite suite. It was however an excuse to learn about a song covered many times, going far back to Charlie Chaplin. On Metropolis, Its clear the groundwork was laid for great things to follow, however the core three songs that merited this thematic inspiration was ready for more at this point in time.

Rating: 5/10

King Geedorah "Take Me To Your Leader" (2003)

 

Operating under the alias of Godzilla's three headed nemesis, the beast King Ghidorah, prolific hip hop entrepreneur, rapper, producer, MF Doom puts his talents to work. Take Me To Your Leader is an oddity, an album standing apart from the norm with its quirky thematic charm. Emerging from the ashes of old Godzilla flicks and Ishirō Honda's "Invasion Of Astro Monster", vocal and action snippets revive a unique vision to life. Monster Zero runs by as a keenly cinematic track, unloading its samples front to back without a verse, as does title track too later on in its thirteen tracks.

Between the instrumental passages of crafty world building, a diverse range of voices drop onto the mic. Mostly rhyme riddled and intricate in nature, lyrical games play out on the bars, adept with flow, woven with tricksy word play and verbal acrobatics, the focus shifts as the album matures. With such talents strutting, the subject material often slips into bombast and prowess as these emcees rhyme hard. In its transitions, the spectacle remains, suiting this novel packaging for a memorable listen.

The beats rapped over are relatively straightforward. Its the source material and obscure movie dialog sampling that gives this production an undeniable charm. The firm mix of Soul and Jazz gets obscured by a string section focus. The occasional Sci-Fi theme's spice up the overall vibe and tend to find themselves paired with stints of sampling as the guest verses end up on the Jazz Hop leaning cuts. Although capable of dissecting its composition, the elements are gripping throughout, making for a record difficult to critique on its own merits. If this suits your preferences, you'll adore!

Rating: 7/10

Janelle Monáe "The Archandroid" (2010)

As both an actress and musician, Janelle Monáe is clearly an artistic talent beyond auditory constraints. A passion for cinema and theater permeates this blinding debut. I've been under its spell for some time now, losing track of how many spins have blessed these ears. Its charm resides in diversity, the execution enthralling. The Archandroid courses through cherry picked motifs conjuring remnants of musical greats yet harnessing them through a modern approach that brings out the very best of the territories it embarks upon. Its lofty, yet wonderful, concept stratifies the ages through an effeminate android who is sent back through time to encounter an unenlightened past. A firm premise for lyrical commentaries browing humanistic and social-political insights but for this instrumental mind, it served as the jumping off point. A freedom to move its stellar songs through the decades of musical evolution.

From the outset, its evolving themes are accompanied by cinematic transitions, pivots from soundtrack to contemporary and back again. Modern, popular verse chorus writing get seasoned by rich orchestration to tease the mind with its grand, visual sense of scale, fit for a movie experience. With its R&B and Hip Hop influences aptly deployed, subtle drifts into rhythm and groove blur the lines of ambitious distinctions. It allows one to enjoy the experience, engulfed in a diversity which astonishingly avoids any sense of "mash up", or "crossover", as picking apart its instrumental components reveals avenues of influences. However on occasion, its can be all to brash.

Make The Bus unapologetically reeks of Bowie. Come Alive shudders with a stiff brazen union of cheesy Horror aesthetics and British Punk. The two are my least favorite cuts, Mushrooms & Roses flirts among them with an obvious Psychedelic Rock pivot fortunately saved by the mesmerizing guitar lead that pulls the song through its own dreamy haze. Fortunately everything else is utterly fantastic, mostly ruminating on 70s and 80s Soul and R&B, mingled between its theater motifs. The influence of Outcast can't be understated, Big Boi turning up to feature on Tightrope. It has the The Love Below stamp all over it. Perhaps continuing where they left off, in terms of bringing together modern percussion and sounds decades prior.

Despite distinct influences, The Archandroid never loses sight of its own story. Staying firmly rooted, flowing through its motions to conclude on a high. BaBopByeYa brings out the finest of Janelle's range. Having been a continual source of infectious engagement throughout, on this cautiously unwinding track she soars to new heights. The swells of emotion are unavoidable as her rise to utter the title words have a focal gravitas. The instrumentals gracious deconstruction somehow illuminates the word building that came before it, as each violin, piano and string seems to echo the epic embarked on. There is more I could say but its seems I am still ensnared in mighty gaze, wondering when this magical adventure might exhaust itself.

Rating: 9.5/10

Brockhampton "The Family" (2022)

 With wounds still fresh, Brockhampton supposedly returns from their recent post Roadrunner breakup. In less than a calendar year, this resurrection paints a sour flavor in its expressed explanation of existance. Dominating the airwaves, through commentary and production, The Family arrives like a Kevin Abstract record for this outsider looking in. Peeling off scabs from a painful separation, the woes of using drama for content seems lost on the nature of this dissection of their unraveling.

On one hand, The Family plays as a wonderful self analysis, a raw reflection. Like a fly on the wall of a therapists office, we cycle through events and dramas that tore the group apart. Its candid, unabashed and sudden. The other hand, an eerie postmortem called while a pulse can still be felt. This unease is steered by Kevin, lopsided in representation and drowning the music with early era Kanye West imitations.

Often do his vocally directed instrumentals reek of Kanye's genius. So do the flows, cadence and expressive schemes play uncannily alike. Its not found at every turn but throws what could of been a luminous reflective concept record into the unease based on imitations and a questionable timing that seems to retread some of the lessons its trying to learn through this open autopsy. Despite that, there is class at play, music to be enjoyed. Production is well rounded, topicality interesting, engaging yet that lack of self awareness breeds the inescapable odd tension, throwing all feelings into doubt.

Rating: 4/10