"Listening to this album, you might get a sense of Deakin as a pathological procrastinator, or manic-depressive, or else afflicted by some other variety of creative paralysis to have spent six years making an album that feels largely incomplete." Nick Morlet reviews Sleep Cycle.
The tone of Colour is much more warm and romantic than the introspective Overgrown, with plenty of songs referencing relationships and affection as opposed to Blake’s own experiences as a musician. Bridget Rumball reviews.
The album is a brutally honest look into Beyoncé’s womanhood, her blackness and the intersection between the two. It is quite arguably her magnum opus; a career defining work of art which offers a jarring and oftentimes uncomfortable look into Beyoncé’s marriage and her experiences as a black woman.
Last Thursday, 2016 sounded a death knell which for countless individuals worldwide, devastated to the point of disbelief. The world is poorer without the supremely talented, sly, shy, god-like human that was Prince. But "we were lucky to have him as long as we did" writes Wade McCagh, who pays his last respects here.
For those who came just to see Cosmo’s Midnight (and there were plenty), you’d be entitled to expect some alternative renditions, at least some simple synth looping, and more professionalism. Brayden Keizer reviews.
For most of us, that part-fabricated, all-celebrity iconic soup marinates his entire identity, and unfortunately for The Life of Pablo, any alternative interpretation you could try scooping out of his actual music still stinks of it. Harry Manson reviews.