Review

A palpable sense that Drake has ascended so far into the superstar stratosphere that he is oblivious to what catapulted him there in the first place

Undoubtedly White Lung’s most expansive and honed material to date

Can you judge an album by its cover? In Testarossa’s case, it’s not even close.

For the moment, Boulevards is more of a cul-de-sac

Listening again to these albums – especially Sulk - my words feel woefully inadequate to describe them, like I’m a worm trying to munch on marble....

It’s the gentle tension between rigidity and fluidity which makes this a brilliant record