
Dijon Is Daddy
The musical omnivore’s outrageously great (and horny and wrenching) second album ‘Baby’ scrambles pop convention as it pays loving tribute to his wife and young son.
The musical omnivore’s outrageously great (and horny and wrenching) second album ‘Baby’ scrambles pop convention as it pays loving tribute to his wife and young son.
Plus a beloved alté pop star shreds up the existential club
Plus a brutal and oddly calming electronic soundtrack for society’s future collapse
Plus a singer-songwriter who bravely asks, “Is that dog that’s drowning in your new painting supposed to look like me?”
Odetta vibes, Busta Rhymes after a hit of DMT, the wonder in the unknown, a quasi-reunion of anxious rockers, and more
Switching freely between genres and overflowing with charisma even when his writing is minimal, the London rapper/singer/producer turns in an examination of grief and identity that’s also a delirious good time.
Featuring a pair of very different albums from Brazil, weed-gummy guitar pop, slick-talking DMV rap, and sun-kissed R&B
Plus indie-pop that would sound at home in an early Wes Anderson movie, philosophical rap with lush beats, and more
Plus dancefloor-warping reggaetón filled with escándalo and a particularly sticky beat tape
Plus the crème de la crème of Singaporean indie-emo, New York lifestyle rap, and hurdy-gurdy psychedelia