Willow "Petal Rock Black" (2025)

Ill confess, on first impression, Petal Rock Black felt like a series of Avant-Guard Jazz experiments. This dubious outset was reinforced by its short tracks, averaging two minutes each. The recycling of lyrics from Empathogen and even Prince's I Would Die For You also aided this skepticism. Predictably, with each recuring spin, its treasures unearthed themselves as each brief constructs own magic steadily charmed.

All of Petal Rock Black's songs are devoid of traditional song structure. Each stint serves its own purpose, a swaggered union of layered vocal indulgence, steely Jazz piano and raw roomy percussion, all rocking to its own groove. Lacking progressions and pop sensibilities, they at first feel like aimless moments from improvised jam sessions but with familiarity, one grows to love the moments Willow revels within.

Her lyrics and poetic tangents between songs heighten an awareness of conceptuality that probably adds depth but flys this inept listeners ears. In its absence, the flavor and texture of her ever playful vocal swoons play a treat. Creative, adventurous, she expresses through range. From strength and power to whispers and laughs, Willow can pivot into a soar at any moment. The variety gushes forth rapid and effortlessly.

On the instrumental front, I would have mistakenly commented on a cast of classy seasoned professional behind her. Thanks to the artist credits, I've learned this musical montage is mostly her own multi-instrumentalist creation, briefly blessed by a couple of big heavy hitter names, George Clinton and Kamasi Washington.

That first impression is a misnomer but also a hint as to what may condemn the record to some negative reception. It lacks a glue to piece it all together. Despite loving it front to back, Petal Rock Black feels like its missing something. That Avant-Guard embrace turns these unusual songs into isolated islands of musical wonder in need of a throughline. You can't fault any of its numbers, these are all beautiful expressions!

Rating: 7/10

Taylor Swift "The Life Of A Showgirl" (2025)

 

Yet to figure out the secret sauce that explains Taylor's astronomical stardom, I do hear a warming charm. Armed with a fair voice and gratifying range, her tender strength in singing navigates the pop appeal competently. Mostly an ease on the ears, momentary strokes of sensation illuminate a handful of passages on The Life Of A Showgirl. Being primarily a Pop record, one could rattle off a long list of toned-down genre influences each track takes on. Soft Rock & Country feel like the main theme as roomy Acoustic Guitars and snappy percussion grooves guide a core of its songs.

Its the synth and string laden theatrical strides of opening tracks The Fate Of Ophelia and Elizabeth Taylor that sparkles. These are delightful ear worms, exchanging their infectious vocal hooks with grandiose emotive sentiments. Its a powerful opening, extending itself into the crafty dancefloor fusion of a warming Opalite. Taylor flexes her range effortlessly here, soaring in spirit, sailing her voice into the endless sunset.

Father Figure reveals reoccurring blemishes one can linger on when pondering her lyrical sentiments. Its crudeness emphasizes her egocentric battles heard elsewhere on the record, flipping from the sensitive pains of Eldest Daughter, too emboldened sentiments of critical immunity. Across the runtime, one can hear a fair few lyrical contradictions that muddies the point this albums naming hints it might land on. I may be lacking context but it loosens the records grip on a broader overall takeaway.

On the minor topic of short comings, sparse moments of lyrical cadences slipping into casual, direct and coarse wordings, stick out like a sore thumb. Alongside stride breaking vocal inflections, some of Taylor's approach to piecing together her hooks seem odd and unfinished on occasion. It adds some hiccups to an otherwise smooth experience, a pleasing, easily enjoyable record lavishing one in musical pleasures.

After a lengthy string of fair to do songs, it ends on a high with the Americana tinged title track featuring Sabrina Carpenter. Wrapping the record with a bow, the two allure one another for a tuneful peak with charming chorus hook. Its heights reminds one of a gulf in difference to an averageness that flowed on routine Pop songs before it.

I've really enjoyed The Life Of A Showgirl and I'll treasure its best numbers for years to come, however I'm mostly left with the sentiment that Taylor is capable of much more. Still fresh to her appeal, there are moments of brilliance in how she sings. Subtle shifts with inflections, layering and harmonies. The usual tricks, yet subtler in execution, a seemingly "plainer" tone but carrying a persuasive power the best singers do.

Rating: 6/10

Prince "Purple Rain" (1984)

With his legendary status firmly intact, jumping into an extensive discography such as Prince's can be daunting. Why not simply start at the peak? After all, Purple Rain is a frequent on top albums of all time lists. I have no excuses for how it took this long to get around to such a classic record but now, I am fully converted. I adore the genius that is Prince, a musical virtuoso channeling his extensive creativity for our pleasure.

 

Kicking off with Let's go Crazy, a clunky drum machine, soft organ keys and Hard Rock guitar licks whip one up into a feel good frenzy. Let your hair down and rock out! Immediately you'll sense eclecticism as each instrument plays like the lead, flashing its vibrancy through a range of influences that will only expand as the record grows.

 

Quite often Prince sings at equal measure to his instrumental pallet, becoming a part of the artistic canvas. His range of temperaments and techniques keeps each track feeling unique. However, he periodically finds apt moments to simply erupt and ascend to the limelight. His remarkable venture from soft tearful vulnerability to an outcry of raw passionate screams on The Beautiful Ones is just unforgettable.

Given my love of Metal, Compute Blue is an unsurprising favorite. Starting out with a plastic assemble of janky synth riffs and funk groove, its unusual charm suddenly pivots into a riot of slick metallic guitar shredding that ticks all my boxes. On paper, its quirky aesthetics and union of genres, including some Prog Rock vibes, shouldn't work. Its a common theme, Prince's compositions bend the rules of convention.

Darling Nikki is fascinating song. Toying with minimal elements, Prince lays out the thrills of his sexual escapade over bare instruments. Building to dramatic swells, his emotive singing follows suit, soaring into another screaming eruption of sensational energy. Alongside big synth stabs, a rapid fire double pedal drum groove rattles the cage. Another example of stitching oddities together with powerful persuasion.

 
A few more cuts roll by, delving into 80s moods better than most have done it. Its a notab aesthetic fit for the decade, however Prince's song writing survives the tropes and cliches. His musical indulgence into the range of these drum machines and chirpy synthesizers ascends through his fantastically adventurous and fun song writing.

Of course the record ends at the alter of an epic. Its title track Purple Rain needs no introduction, a nine minute embark into what I can only describe as beautiful sorrow, the sadness of great loss permeated by the subtly of its spiritual church organ tone. Crescendo' by his crooning howls and glorious guitar leads, the music eventually sees itself out through a wonderful deconstruction that has strings and pianos burying the moment. An epic conclusion to a remarkable record I'll adore for time to come.

Rating: 9/10

Tyler The Creator "Don't Tap The Glass" (2025)

Arriving swiftly off the back of a remarkable Chromakopia, Tyler suddenly drops this fun fast and loose record. A surprise release, Don't Tap The Glass clocks in as one of his shortest albums under the thirty minute mark. Consequently, this pays without a dull moment, perfect for its restless energy, expressed through quirky tone and playful mood, something familiar of Tyler yet spun again, lively, renewed and fresh.

 

Working with layers of punchy instrumentation, rhythms and melodies overlap in a subtly dizzying frenzy of crunchy sounds, orchestrated with a stroke of class. Jolting grooves rumble with snappy and sporadically off kilter percussion. Plenty of instruments jive in with stabs, strikes and momentary contributions that stack up. It can be quite fun to pay attention and see how many sounds you can single out.

 

Too my ears, the big influences at play are 80s Hip Hop drum machines and 90s Southern Hip Hop melodies, often piano led. Not exclusive, but struck me as part of the approach to many of these tracks, the last three taking on Soul and R&B colors in its temperament. Of course its no surprise, central to it all, written in his name, a ceaseless thirst of creativity flows again. Fresh off a deep, introspective record, Tyler marvelously pivots into a playful avenue with this lively record I'll be enjoying for weeks to come.

 

Rating: 7/10 

Potatohead People "Emerald Tablet" (2025)

 

 In collaboration with a sleek yet little known rapper Slippery Elm, producer duo Potatohead People return with a soothing set of sensuous songs. Delving into the love of their matured Jazz Hop craft, these beats emanate a loving nurture. Every inch of its aesthetic range feels dialed in. Snappy percussion locks in alongside warm grooving baselines. Ambiguous dreamy instruments drift by in the backdrop, swirling softly exotic melodies behind its upfront tuneful lines. Together they form a breezy listening experience, persuasive and classy, nothing but feel good vibes.

 

Emerald Tablet's lyrical element does little to swing it in either direction. Slippery's steady cadence and spoken demeanor a firm fit but far from offering substance to perk the ears. A lot of verses run expressive to his own experiences but fall shy of pulling one into that world. A few lively rhyme schemes emerge but its mostly a tame ride. Where he shines is with these casual lapses into singing. His sung lines feel effortless yet charming, melding into the instrumentals breezy stature.

 

 With an expanded instrumentation pallet of strings, harps, bells and orchestra adjacent sounds, this inspired "leveling up" may have a direct artistic origin, To Pimp A Butterfly. Nightbird tips this hand as its foundations play all to similar to song of that record. Spinning them back to back you can hear all the ques, ideas rippling out from that classic into the composition of this record. Some of its melodies are uncannily alike. Not a blemish but something to be enjoyed. That's mostly my impression of Emerald Tablet, enjoyable but not much is sticking beyond enjoying it in the moment.

 

Rating: 6/10 

Qendresa "Londra" (2024)

Shifting gears, refining the chemistry, Londra trades in its Vapourwave idiosyncrasies for a dusky flavor. This collection of mellowed out R&B dwellings settle on subdued night light vibes, with a touch of Noir Jazz gloom to it. It becomes more apparent as the record grows, early on moods are brighter. Its opener 2 Much revels in a groovy G-Funk shadow. Its all subtitles tho, as the musics tempo is consistently effortless.

 

 Despite having engaging instrumentals that consistently conjure these slick, dusky spells, its Qendresa herself who breaks the allure as the album progress. Early on her soft singing charms, Sweet Lies reminiscent of Grimes at her best. Toning down the presence of these smooth sung lines, opting in for a casual, spoken word approach to her verses, a social, conflict oriented braggadocio persona steadily emerges.

 

Its this lyrical focus that spoiled the musical magic for me. Status oriented, plain worded ventilations of social dramas and relationship woes cross' paths with seemingly shallow statements of boastful intent, aimed at putting down others. The self indulgence of it all added an unemphatic layer to the music hard to relate with. Otherwise a solid listen but this shift in tone to "harden up" was not to my liking.

 

Rating: 4/10 

Little Simz "Lotus" (2025)

 

Simz is one to deliver a slice of life within her ambitious records, however Lotus is precisely that slice alone. With little beyond delivering ruminations on life's current struggles, one sorely senses the absence of an anthem like Venom or Woman. I suspect Young may have been this intended beat, however its overt British jibe and cheeky tone plays like an echo of Blur's Park Life, lacking that oomph to sell itself.

Free strikes me as the records high point, a mellow spell, uniting Soul and Jazz Hop with periodic flashes of serenading string sections. Simz's expressive yet plain spoken raps make for easy listening through a soothing aesthetic chemistry. This however becomes the records fatal sticky point. So much of Lotus' affable energy fails to surpass itself and muster a meaningful gusto that can break this eternally gentle tone.

Enough comes close, livening up with a firm percussive dance beat. Frolicking hooks and mischievous baselines create a playful tone among its sporadic splurges of zany synth. So to does the records title track strive ambitious and bold with its big instrumentation. Simz' raps a firm source of intrigue and emotive release, yet the jazzy instrumentation feels underwhelming in comparison to the fires set in her lyrics.

Other chapters of Lotus' mellow out into scenic lulls, comparable to spoken poetry. Simz's lyrics feel more like intimate journals or exhaled thoughts than composed verses in a structured song. On one hand, a curious experience, on the other, repetition breeds a dullness as familiarity makes for a mostly uneventful album.

Rating: 6/10

Qendresa "Midnight Request Line" (2020)

Dropping in with a sleek 00s R&B voice, London singer Qendresa distinguishes herself from the crowd with genius instrumental chemistry. Its seemingly obvious in retrospect but I'd yet to hear this combination before. Given that Vapourwave often pitches samples from the umbrella of Soul, Funk and Disco, this is an obvious fit.

 

Taking the foundation of R&B, these instruments play slowed and slurred. Melodies and tempos descend into a dreamy Ethereal realm, as the breezy Vapourwave aesthetic emerges from this approach. Armed with slow G-Funk era baselines, the likes of Ice Cube's You Know How We Do It comes to mind, the music croons.

 

At a short twenty minutes, the craft blooms on tracks Real Luv and Be Mine, whereas the rest of the record descends into a vibe over substance tangent. Midnight Request Line exposes this fantastic chemistry, yet struggles to explore its potential depths, leaving one with a solid apatite for more. However this vibe is undeniably on point.

 

Rating: 6/10

Sleep Token "Even In Arcadia" (2025)

 

 Lingering on the cutting emotive sensations of Vessel, this newest chapter, Even In Arcadia, plays like poetry in motion, a dwell of personal exorcisms originating from a lyrical inception. This impression could simply speak to the frontman's charming R&B leaning vocal inflections. As their key song-writer, this synergy unites voice and instrumental with a deeper, intentional chemistry than most. Its a now familiar formula but on this occasion, Sleep Token nail the album experience from front to back.

Shy of an hour, it breezes by effortlessly. Look To Windward opens, immersing us in artistic heavies as the throws of Djent yield to a grand gravitas carrying its tensions into soaring melody. Emergence and Dangerous lend their swells of momentum to metallic atmospheres as do other songs like the gorgeous Caramel. Concluding with blast beats and shrill howls, its ever curious how they seamlessly bridge such a chasm from their catchy 00s Garage beats with Pop vocals to untethered extremes.

 I'd often considered Sleep Token a stealth vehicle for Pop sensibilities into a genre usually adverse to such musical pleasures. Only its title track passes without a swell of metallic energy, a curiosity given how all my impressions stem from Vessel's delightful voice and the emotive melodies that accompany him. Its a wonderful orchestration of sombre piano that dissolves in tightening airy ambiences as the songs resolves itself in a common swelling. The violin on exit is a fine touch of craft.

 The thematic dance played between beauty, pain and introspection wrapped in sunny melancholy defines this record. Its reflection from words to sound a delight. On reflection, I appreciate its swells of intensity so much more. Their natural progression had me overlooking the dynamic shifts on a casual listen. That can't be said of closer Infinite Baths. Its groovy revelry in filth, a shock and horror to remember, seeing the experience out as if its all been sucked into a black hole. What a cracking album by a band reaching new heights. Along with the Saturday headline slot at Download Festival, this a moment that could ascend their profile even further.

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

Rina Sawayama "Rina" (2017)

 

 It turns out Sawayama was not Rina's debut. This one flew under my radar, a twenty four minute EP released a few years prior. Self funded and independently released only piles on the praise for what initially felt like a tacky take on 00s Pop. Getting past a couple of mediocre tracks, familiarity revealed the subtle powers of brief tuneful melodies and glossy aesthetics centered around her persuading voice.

Early themes paint a sense of glitz and glam, ambitions of a rising star. Cheery, upbeat production with punchy drums drawing on touches of 80s Synthpop and soft Alt Rock guitars opens the record. These nostalgic reaches into the past reoccur through classy production. It flows through a variety of song ideas, none feel original, yet an intriguing assembly of ideas pulling from the past thirty years of Pop music.

 Tunnel Vision drifts into a dreamy avenue, shifting to introspective thoughts. Deploying vulnerable expressions makes for awkward lyrics hinting at smartphone addiction among relationship woes. Its a muddled message. Much of the record has this ambiguous feeling as to which way her words lean. Presenting a bold face with a hint of distress. This lyrical fuzziness is more likely to be at fault with me.

Overall, I'm impressed. This Rina EP strikes me as a leap of faith, a talent unleashed raw and keen, simply getting started and turning up trumps. It doesn't coalescing around a specific vision yet its best songs achieves their own merits. Its been a joyful dive into ideas reminiscent of great songs without being specific.

Rating: 6/10

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

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

Rina Sawayama "Hold The Girl" (2022)

 

Following up on a smashing debut, Hold The Girl's antidote lays in repetition as first impressions come stiffly poisoned by uncanny familiarity. This is Pop music after all, its broad appeal conjures the best radio has to offer. Admittedly, it took time to flourish into the ear worm monster it has become. Trading in the eclectic ensemble of debut Sawayama, Rina commits to an intoxicated romp of glossy bangers pulling from across the spectrum of popular music's finer offerings. Showing her hand, an obviously play is made for high octane Dance-Pop that also ushers in mild echo's of 80s Synthpop and driving percussive energy of the 90s UK Electronic scene. Along the way were treated to crooning ballads, a touch of Country Pop, R&B and Soft Rock.

Uncanny in nature, lacking originality, yet sparkling with a touch of magic, its Rina who makes the record whole. Track after track delivers stunning performances, soaring vocals, emotions flowing in infectious cadences. An emotional weight grips her lyrics of struggle and expression, entangle in the moment. Your Age hits hard, an anthemic reflection on predatory abuse. A dark undercurrent manifests into a shudder of glitched vocals. It plays beautifully against ascending cries on the tracks chorus hook.

She is simply on fire, as are the instrumentals. Most songs play fleshed out with charisma and craft, leaning hard into the concept at hand. Occasionally flaring up with a Glam Rock guitar solo. Dense and powerful, subtly is not the intended direction. These tunes know themselves well. Some tracks however boarder "plagiarism". Americana inspired Send My Love To John feels all too familiar. Perhaps a victim of is stripped down acoustic simplicity, if I had a broader recall, I feel as if I'd put my finger on it. Quite a few songs do this, however Catch Me In The Air's guitars are blatantly derivative of The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979. Holy is another ghost of the 90s Electronic scene. That Ethereal piano melody over the thumping bass is uncanny.

Despite all this, the record is utterly brilliant. More the half the songs hit like classics and the trailing tracks ain't far behind. Hold The Girl plays with fire. Does it get burnt? Yes but I couldn't care. Perhaps had they been a little less overt with influences, such thoughts could have been avoided. Lastly, I'd like to end on the album's closer, To Be Alive. Such beautiful lyrics, blossoming out of the darkness of youth, warmth emanating from within, a platonic love song of life. Its emotional build, shoegazing blurs, dance pianos along with the lofty choral voices is simply blissful.

Rating: 9/10

Rina Sawayama "Sawayama" (2020)

 Arriving at the cutting edge of contemporary Pop music, singer-songwriter Rina casts an excitable web of diverse musical influences. With dexterity fondly reminiscent of Queen, her execution plays effortless, a graceful genre gallop between Pop Rock, Disco, J-Pop, R&B, Synthpop and even Nu Metal? An obvious favorite of mine, the latter broods its menace on STFU! Unleashing the era's groove through a mammoth, lunging riff, the growling guitars get across their point without need for excessive distortion. Creepy Korn alike melodies linger in the backdrop as the song sways between this aggressive energy and a twinkling dazzle of glossy melodic relief.

Its a keen example as to how Rina hones in on the essence of appeal, each song could merit such discussion as particular eras and genre distinctions meld into an engrossing listen. Other highlights include Comme Des Garvons, a stylish strut of attitude and glamor. Love Me 4 Me revels in the cheese of 80s attempts at bold punchy instrumentation, steering its bright melodies and chirpy nature to an endearing infectiousness. The "fake live" fanfare of Who's Gonna Save U Now? plays a genius touch, elevating this Arena Rock anthem as Rina sails her voice to new heights.

Tokyo Love Hotel woos with soft touches of Synthwave and Vapourwave. A breezy cruiser fit for the cities night lights. I could continue with my praises. Only mid track Bad Friend landed sour. Its spacey, Ethereal Electropop aesthetics feel lost on its own topicality, a "woe is me" self pity anthem. Conjuring the hurt of relationship wounds, its confessions of wrong doing seem a strange fit for its mood. An odd one but aptly fitting of the overall theme, a self oriented set of expressions felt direct with plain, connecting language that rarely feels deeper than its straight forward nature.

A stunning debut, Sawayama plays front to back like a seasoned musician reveling in creative strides. The music is effortless, exploring all curiosities seamlessly, avoiding an "eclectic" label despite clearly fitting that frame. All ideas explored simply click into place. Many of these ideas hail back to the early 00s, the years of my youth. Frank references to MSN messenger amused me greatly, I remember those Windows XP days with distain but the music has always been a consistent source of meaning. Its no surprise this record resonated with me. I haven't put it down for months!

Rating: 9/10

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

Mase "Harlem World" (1997)

 

A long overdue followup on No Way Out, I've finally picked up Harlem World, Mase's solo debut. He'd made a soft impression, a voice fit for variety in the mix but unsurprisingly tame on his own. The casual carefree laid back spoken raps didn't amount to much across a lengthy CD filling record. Although it went multi platinum, its legacy feels like a byproduct of the era. Mase runs through the typical themes apprising his status, playing himself as a ladies man and taking shots at his haters.

His cadence is smooth, easy on the ears but rarely does his words muster up the energy to really grab your attention with standout rhymes. Harlem World mostly rolls by a pleasant ride on average beats spliced with goofy interludes. Stated as such in a lyric, the albums best tracks are simply recycled hits from the past decade. That and many of its instrumentals highlight this Bad Boy Records formula candidly.

With typical features from Puff, DMX, Jay-Z, The Lox and many more, the album gets by on a run of the mill routine. The later, however, elevates! 24 Hours To Live lays down a firm concept, asking a question and letting everyone run through their answers verse by verse. Its a great setup for visual raps that The LOX dominate! The following I Need To Be sinks to a low with very questionable topicality that seems to just slip under the radar of controversy when it comes up in Hip Hop music.

The closing Jealous Guy is an amusing piss take. A tongue in cheek jab at "the haters". These rappers drop some ruthless off key singing over top of the smooth R&B singers beneath. Fun once but an earache after the third spin. Overall, this album felt very average, with little memorable to take away. It feels like the hype and promise of the record label made this one a success. Not bad but firmly average at best.

Rating: 4/10

Potatohead People "Mellow Fantasy" (2020)

Mellow Fantasy, a breezy affair of performative Jazz Hop. Slick in design and execution, the Jazz Fusion adjacent instrumental artistry of this dynamic duo indulges in soft affable tunefulness. One can "tune in and tune out", an effortless listen. A feathery glow blows in the winds of every track, a cushy soothing groove, infusing dauntless jives within an airy carefree stride, letting its plentiful good vibes flow forth.

Hidden Levels breaks its relaxed stride. Injecting a quirky baseline, its harder bass kick thump gets rocking with the arrival of infectious claps. Forrest Mortifee illuminates this track with a colorful timid tenderness in voice, swaying on the songs texture with a breathy performance reminiscent of Hiatus Kaiyote's Nal Palm. The theme returns twice with both Bunnie and Kendra Dias bringing 90s R&B voices to the fold.

This highlights the albums structure, alternating collaborations with rapers and singers between shorter instrumental cuts. This time, less emphasis is placed on lead instruments, serving more as a slice of cool atmosphere between its voiced chops. Although I missed this dexterous dazzle of melodic manifestation, the bigger picture is a consistent vibe, nailed exquisitely. All pieces present fit this pleasant puzzle.

Rating: 7/10