“With the liquor-fueled day parties of June already in sight, there’s no better time to start building the soundtrack of summer 2022… It might only be May, but Memphis rapper-producer duo of Glorilla and Hitkidd have a real serious contender with ‘FNF (Let’s Go).'” – BC

“The new song finds Eisenberg reimagining heavy music’s often over-salted emotional flavor profile with the palate-cleansing secret sauce of vulnerability.” – RH

“’Please Yourself,’ the first single from their upcoming album Tough Baby, is a blast of glam-rock swagger amidst bandleader Zach Choy’s accusatory entreaties: ‘You’re fucking around speaking of change / I don’t think you really want change,’ he spits as the band swells with choral chanting and labyrinthine riffing.” – JD

“Over tastefully tapped percussion, a delicately plucked bass, and guitar strums quiet enough to let the sounds of strings sliding under fingers escape through their cracks, Sessa sings in a tuneful tenor barely above a whisper, a backing vocalist joining him an octave above.” – RH

“Caitlin Woelfle-O’Brien’s indie rock ballad (created with an assist by Brendan Canning of Broken Social Scene) vacillates between treating companionship as a ripe boil to be lanced and something essential for one’s own self-actualization.” – JD

“On ‘Wrong For It’ the Nigerian-born, London-raised vocalist offers up a moment of support to the anxious.” – DR

“[A] glimmer of hope in our trying times.” – RH

Cain plunges into the cosmic malevolence that was previously simmering just beneath the surface of her goth-folk-rock debut Preacher’s Daughter. Her nightmarish duet amidst a furnace of industrial noise is unsettling and brilliant.

Lamar spends much of Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers categorically rejecting the mantle of “hip-hop’s savior” that’s been thrust upon him. “Purple Hearts” gives him an opportunity to loosen that hard line in service of a love song. “If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'” he raps on the hook before Summer Walker and Ghostface Killah expands on the theme’s complexities both mundane (“Now if it’s love, I deserve to get some head on a balcony,” Walker coos) and the cosmic (on his feature, Ghostface arguably surpasses Lamar on his own track: “While I’m crying, I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus / Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohim.”)