Album Reviews

Blur, “The Magic Whip” review

Blur used to be one of us. Like their chief rivals in Oasis, their Brit-Pop struck a chord with the budding 20-somethings of the '90s who were too disillusioned for Sugar Ray but not yet despondent enough for grunge.

James Pants, “Savage” review: A foray into vaporwave

Left-field funk producer James Pants came up in his native label Stones Throw on floor-forward tracks cut with a healthy dose of self-awareness. His loose collar electro-funk debut “Welcome” sounds like an (even more) irreverent LCD Soundsystem, a sly genre roast that sidles just a couple of strides closer to parody than tribute.

Waxahatchee, “Ivy Tripp” review: “Directionlessness” on a natural path

“Ivy Tripp,” the title of Katie Crutchfield’s third album as Waxahatchee, is a term she invented for “directionlessness, specifically of the twenty-something, thirty-something, forty-something of today, lacking regard for the complaisant life path of our parents or grandparents.” The record certainly captures that, and it’s unsurprising if you’ve heard Waxahatchee before.