Shinedown – Attention Attention (2018)
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Shinedown – Attention Attention

Shinedown’s Attention Attention blends massive hooks with cinematic polish, reflecting themes of struggle and resilience. The album mixes hard rock with electronic textures, offering both intense moments and introspective tracks, marking a bold step forward for the band.

Waxahatchee - Out in the Storm (2017)
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Waxahatchee – Out in the Storm

Out in the Storm is a document of self-preservation—loud, vulnerable, and utterly human. Waxahatchee doesn’t offer closure. Katie Crutchfield offers truth. And it stings in all the best ways. It’s louder than her past records, but the volume doesn’t hide a thing.

Shinedown – Threat to Survival (2015)
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Shinedown – Threat to Survival

Threat to Survival finds Shinedown balancing radio-friendly anthems with introspective depth. Packed with catchy hooks and urgent vocals, it blends emotional reflection with powerful rock, reaffirming their resilience without reinventing their signature sound.

Muse - Drones (2015)
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Muse – Drones

Drones is Muse returning to their core sound with a sneer, not a smile. It’s clunky in spots and wild in others, but it’s alive, and that’s what counts. The album follows a narrative arc—drone to deserter, machine to man—but never lets its concept crowd the actual songs.

Blur – The Magic Whip (2015)
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Blur – The Magic Whip

Moody, neon-lit, and quietly haunting, this reunion drifts through dub, synth, and post-punk like a band ghosting its own past. Reflective, restrained, and razor-sharp, it whispers rather than shouts—and somehow lands even deeper because of it.

Spoon - They Want My Soul (2014)
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Spoon – They Want My Soul

They Want My Soul is Spoon at their most quietly lethal. Every note is clipped, every groove deliberate. It’s slick, spare, and strange in all the right ways. Nothing overreaches, yet everything hits. A slow burn that lingers long after the last note.

Jack White - Lazaretto (2014)
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Jack White – Lazaretto

The characters in these songs aren’t heroes—they’re hustlers, loners, ex-lovers, and con men trapped in some 21st-century Southern Gothic fever dream. He sounds like he’s arguing with them all, and himself. Lazaretto is messy in the way art is supposed to be.