
Sharp Pins Show No Signs of Imposter Syndrome
Sharp Pins’ catchy new album should be celebrated for its authentic 1960s pop-rock representation, even if it’s unclear what exactly makes the band unique.

Sharp Pins’ catchy new album should be celebrated for its authentic 1960s pop-rock representation, even if it’s unclear what exactly makes the band unique.

This was another noteworthy year for the best rock music. Some artists followed a debut with a stunning second LP and mainstays showed a return to form or evolved.

Bill Callahan’s “The Man I’m Supposed to Be” is a call to action, a carpe diem for the advanced middle-age malaise that will eventually come to us all.

Derived from a dream, the Mountain Goats’ new musical tells the intimate and vivid tale of the lone survivors from a shipwrecked crew.

Pavement’s new best-of compilation offers a more concise and moderately updated, although non-essential, retrospective of the beloved band.

With their new album, the Dears add some complex sounds to expand their universe, even if their consistency was never in question.

Montreal band Wolf Parade’s haphazard formation and instant momentum yielded their most captivating work, including what would become their defining anthem.

On their 14th studio album, We Are Love, the Charlatans sound invigorated and have made some of their most important music to date.

On Lovin’ You, Richard Ashcroft still seems too caught up in love, amidst attempts to try something new, and rarely taps into what made him such a songwriting force.

On her confessional new album Fatal Optimist, Madi Diaz lays everything bare and achieves a certain wisdom through the heartbreak.

Jeff Tweedy’s courageous triple LP, played with a consistent set of musicians, serves as a meditation on his current mood and the state of the world.

On Baby Man, Fruit Bats’ minimalist-maximalist approach showcases his vocal capacity, but it will only be relished when the mood hits just right.