The Lacking Details

At one time, electronic soul felt like the future of music, but here is Hot Chip doing just the same thing in 2019 and it feels nostalgic.

Insistent angular weirdfunk, songs that sound like tape loops that have fallen out of order and yet maintain a diligent desire to be songs.

Nice indie guitar sounds, with whispery vocals and a meandering melodic spirit.

A set of guitar-centered mid-tempo numbers that live somewhere in the region staked out by jazz, funk, and soul.

Songs that the Purple One wrote for others, as performed by the person who wrote them. A good set of well-produced demos, but nothing that should have been released a long time ago and mostly of historical interest.

Hot-as-fire punk disco party with a raging saxophone and urgent female vocals.

The name promises so much, and the band overdelivers. The continent of Australia is awash in lysergic excursions lately, and this is one of the finest.

Delicious pop conconctions, loaded with clever production flourishes and infectious melodies wrapped around a soulful core.

It’s not ska, and it’s not rocksteady, but it’s definitely Jamaican and powerfully dancy — you can call it “69 Reggae” after the year of its initial popularity.

Supremely introspective and carefully arranged, this collection of songs that range from lushly orchestrated to uncomfortably angular makes for a great moody journey