Review

Mark Ronson: Uptown Special

Mark Ronson has finally defined himself as an artiste in his own right.

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D’Angelo and The Vanguard: Black Messiah

Son of Pentecostal preachers or doped up coke fiend?

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Kyoto Protocol: Catch These Men

Not as good as we had hoped it to be.

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Robert Hood: M-Print: 20 Years Of M-Plant Music

20 years on and Robert Hood still does the finest techno you can dance to.

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Killeur Calculateur: Book of Flags

Never truly dreadful, but never really ever great either.

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Foo Fighters: Sonic Highways

Foo Fighters aren’t just what they used to be.

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Clark: Self-titled

Clark’s latest is so crisp, so capable that you barely notice the filth that’s going on around you.

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Arca: Xen

How does the man responsible for Yeezus’ experimental inclination and FKA twigs’ calculated weirdness fare on his own?

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Damien Rice: My Favourite Faded Fantasy

No pressure at all, you bastard you.

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Perfume Genius: Too Bright

Over half the tunes in the entire 33-minute-long LP don’t even make the three-minute mark, but he’s made more of that half hour than most artistes do on albums twice that length.