The Invisible Way may not be the most significant brick, but its sturdiness is something to be admired.

This is the first Fuck Buttons album that feels like post-invasion music. Victory lingers, but it also stings.

Sleeper will probably be viewed in hindsight as "That kinda boring Ty Segall album."

With seven tracks, it's more assertive than an EP but without the fully developed personality of an album. It's just enough that we know where Knowles stands: on her own.

It's no-bull, gritty hip-hop for hip-hop's sake, forgoing radio-friendly hooks or overly flashy production in favor of inspired storytelling and colorful slang.

The songs are catchy and celebratory in every way we could hope, and what’s more, this album itself is a cause for celebration.

This album isn't going to isolate fans of Okkervil's older material, but it is going to require an acceptance that change has arrived.

Bahamas Is Afie is an album that draws very specific parameters for itself and makes a point of staying well inside them. Bahamas never over-plays or over-shares, hence the resulting album is one that rewards repeated listens.

While the xx allowed itself to get mildly playful on its debut album, those moments are stripped out on Coexist as the band further minimizes its already minimalist approach.

Throughout DSU, Alex G fills in gaps and layers over his songs’ simple backbones with shy yet enthralling tweaks and shuffles.

Telling The Truth is an hour of purely enjoyable songs that could have been, and are luckily not, lost gems.

Last Summer sees Friedberger stretching her limbs as a three-dimensional indie darling.

While D is undoubtedly a grower, it's unfortunate that White Denim's experimental tendencies don't always lend themselves equally well to good songs.

More than ever he seems to accept his differences and embrace them, making an album that is more a solid work of art than anything previous.

Working again with her loyal producer Richard Swift, they master what many think is impossible and maybe even contradictory; they create a serious and intellectual pop album.

All in all, Girlpool is the kind of EP made for those moments when you feel big on the outside, but aren’t so sure on the inside.

Like a tour guide who occasionally gets lost in his own museum, Haldar's unbridled excitement about his subject matter can be both exhausting and infectious.

Although it could have ended on a stronger note, it's a fitting conclusion to the pleasant trip through Melody's spacey dreamworld.

The Moon Rang Like A Bell is both subtly understated and completely overstated.

The MC attacks his words diligently with rabid vigor, giving Album the forceful push of someone carrying the weight of loved ones lost.

Dedication, while a great exercise in atmosphere, doesn't get anywhere past where it started. It begins in gloom and minimal electronics, remains there-hell, it wallows there-and finishes off its life there.

Home Life follows Andrew Cedermark’s displacement in this world, searching for answers as he rides a train with no set destination in sight; and along the way he was able to create a rollicking, bemused album that highlights his skills as a lyricist, allowing us to join in on the journey.

YT // ST is not subtle, yet it’s still simultaneously visceral and generally accessible, while maintaining its unique voice.

In a sparse 34 minutes, A Shut-In's Prayer switches tracks, tempos and narrators often enough to feel relatively fresh from start to finish.

The album’s 15 tracks don’t quite reach the 40-minute mark, but each track has a unique identity that both stands alone yet slips into the narrative of Xen.

It cannot be denied that this album can’t help but fall short of the previous two records’ effect, given the massive quantity of pioneering moves captured in those albums. Nonetheless, whether or not Fucked Up can see it, they’re still doing the music world some good.

As a whole, the album is charming, but deeply moving. The instrumentation is often simple, as are the lyrics, and the result is a rewarding, slow-building work of serious depth, and a long overdue solo debut for one of the genre’s finest songwriters.

Towards the end of the album, tracks tend to blend into each other. Jesus definitely continues to push what she's good at, but this doesn't make for much variety.