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reviews written
June 2026
Papa Was a Rollin' Stone eats half the record and earns every minute of it. that bassline, those strings creeping in late. Whitfield at his peak.
the horny art-rock R&B record nobody talks about enough. coffee swings between Prince and shoegaze and somehow sticks the landing.
her most personal and most slept-on. the production's dense, the vocals bruised. Got 'til It's Gone still sounds like the future.
sounds like a panic attack and that's the highest praise i've got. nothing about it aged, still feels years ahead.
the drums drag behind the beat on purpose the entire time and it makes everything feel warm and half-asleep. nobody's matched this feel since.
doom rhyming about food the whole record and somehow it goes deep. the loops are off-kilter in the best way, Rapp Snitch Knishes is undeniable.
peggy throwing every idea at the wall and most of them stick. abrasive but actually funny, which people sleep on.
lush in a way that should be too much and never is. the obvious single is the obvious single, but the whole thing is a warm bath.
