A moving, eloquent gift to Jackson's entire audience.

Despondent and furious by turns.

Reverberate[s] with the wistfulness and introspection that have forever been his trademark.

In drawing on the theatrical, macro-orchestrations reminiscent of Scott Walker and expanding on the slapdash, quirky, musical humor of the Red Krayola's Mayo Thompson, this album reaches another peak for Bejar and is one of Destroyer's best works yet.

You'd buy this album for the same reason you buy Robyn Hitchcock, for the observations, sardonic-ism, and sarcasm--not to mention Eef's singular, strained voice.

Both her most musically spare and artistically complex [album] to date.

Black Cadillac is darker than its predecessor, but with melodies often more complex and lyrics more stunningly poetic than anything its creator has conjured before, the album is more transforming than depressing, and exquisitely beautiful.

He continues to take chances and not all of them pay off.

Blige, never far from the thoughts of the lovelorn, didn't need a breakthrough, but anybody with an ear for artful confession will be glad she's given us The Breakthrough anyway.

Unpredictable actually gets rather predictable over the course of 15 songs, too many of which begin to meld into one another.

Its center becomes weighed down with bland mid-tempo numbers and the final song detracts from the powerhouse close the record might have had.

Has she grown up? Maybe not entirely yet, but Lohan is showing the promise of an honorable mainstream career.

Oral Fixation Vol. 2 finds Shakira reclaiming some of the bite she showcased on 1998's smashing Donde Estan Los Ladrones?

Their songs are infectious, silly and often weirdly beautiful.

Amarantine sounds like it was born in cloistered solitude, self-referentially echoing Enya albums past.

Sweaty, head-spinningly good dance music.

The amazing thing is not that there are still so many unreleased tunes in the solo Pollard/ GBV vaults, but how engaging this stuff is despite fidelity that at times is atrocious.

A fabulous collection of delirious, dizzy alt-pop.

This is music you listen to when drugs don't work anymore.

A record that is wholly satisfying: not too overwrought and never self-assuredly slick.

With Extraordinary Machine, she shatters already sky-high expectations.

Not so much a series of songs as it is a musical mood.

It's a stunning, confident piece of work that suggests the band is merely getting started.

Phair doesn't need her angry-girl persona to prove she has talent, but she may still need it to stand out from the crowd.

His most straightforward country music to date.

Wildflower moves Sheryl Crow one step closer to Hall of Fame status.

A solid, if not wholly overwhelming album.

Truly remarkable... Fans of Fela and the Ethiopiques discs will dig this, as will fans of the Notwist, Prefuse 73 and Aphex Twin.