I Am Gemini is more of an auditory theater piece than a traditional record.

Visions refuses to rest on its laurels.

Extremely loud, snarling and exciting, it takes the duo's signature mash-up of '80s metal, '50s girl-group and '70s arena-rock sensibilities and cranks up the tension to Adderall-overdose levels.

It starts losing its nuance halfway through, creating a distraction from the effort as a whole.

The result is his best and most kinetic solo album yet.

From the album's very first strains, you know something mysterious, maybe even mystical, is afoot.

[Producer Patrick Carney] allows the band to retain their innate sweetness while ever so deftly smudging the edges of their sunshiney sound.

The album is a bit of a departure for Islands in sound and even more so in content, but rather than a misstep, A Sleep & A Forgetting fits neatly within the band's catalog.

There is ... a marked orchestral fluidity throughout, which lends itself to the experimental instrumental passages that permeate the record.

Remiddi is able to successfully channel trippy psychedelia of beyond.

For all of the exploring, Shearwater is at their most affecting when they stay at home.

Barchords is too subtle to change the world, but it will turn your head.

Something is a huge leap of cohesive maturity.

Ester's a strong debut from a band that will hit its stride when it learns to connect as much as it concocts.

Six Cups of Rebel isn't bad, but it is heavy-handed--and nowhere near his strongest.

Collaborations with Queens of the Stone Age's Josh Homme, Lanegan's fellow Gutter Twin Greg Dulli and original Red Hot Chili Peppers drummer Jack Irons inject a little more heavy and sleaze to his rock.

Future This delivers the same formula, but does so with perhaps one too many tracks.

Fans may take a while to warm up to this new material, but turning down the volume isn't always a bad thing.

"Beggars" and "Leave It," are tunes fit for the space age that spans genres so easily that it leaves you wondering what this talented group could create if they grabbed a map and pinpointed exactly where they aim to be going.

Le Voyage is as thrilling and replete with the unexpected as one might imagine a trip outside the Earth's atmosphere would be.

A study in subtly, Tamer Animals proves that more of less isn't just memorable--it's damn near magical.

She never gets quite where she's going, but it's good to have her back.

Dominant Legs' missteps are kept in line by irrepressibly bubbly synths for a smile-inducing listen.

It's thankfully not an album of covers, and thus a wonderful return.

Through and through, fans will be happy to see their former drinking buddies up to their old antics.

It is, in effect, the only acceptable historical document of the nearly incomprehensible phenomenon that was The Smiths.

Dead Son Rising is a dark experimental work that reminds us why Trent Reznor is an obvious fan.

Four decades on, and there has yet to be anything that hits on this kind of organic, brain-melting, structured psychosis.