Is Infernal’s INF:ALBUM a nostalgic dance-floor revival, or just a tired loop stuck in 2010? Spoiler: it’s not worth the glowsticks.

What do you get when a beloved indie-pop trio trades catchy choruses for dreamy soundscapes? A late-night stroll that’s equal parts mesmerizing and sleepy.

Imagine if your high school diary grew up, learned to play the guitar, and decided to release an album. That’s “Shawn” by Shawn Mendes—a collection of introspective musings wrapped in folk-pop melodies, all delivered with the earnestness of a puppy presenting you with its favorite chew toy.

Imagine being promised a gourmet meal by a renowned chef, only to be served a lukewarm bowl of instant noodles. That’s the experience of diving into Flying Lotus’s latest EP, Spirit Box.

Loom is Imagine Dragons at their most introspective, delivering a tight, emotionally charged album that balances their signature anthems with surprising moments of restraint, proving that sometimes less really is more.

Outer Spaceways Incorporated aims for a cosmic collision of jazz and classical but ends up as an overcooked, chaotic experiment where Kronos Quartet and their collaborators lose themselves in the void, offering more confusion than coherence.

If Fine Art by Kneecap is “art,” then it’s the kind you might find scrawled on a bathroom stall after a particularly rowdy night at the pub—amusing at first, but it quickly loses its charm once you realize the punchline is the entire joke.

Eels Time! is a cozy, introspective ride through Mark Oliver Everett’s signature blend of bittersweet humor and melancholic musings—charming for longtime fans but too safe and slow-burning to leave a lasting impression.

The Dream of Delphi is a tender, ethereal meditation on motherhood that trades Bat for Lashes’ usual cinematic boldness for intimate, ambient soundscapes—beautifully soothing but occasionally drifting into the overly subdued.

66 sees Paul Weller embracing his age with a reflective charm, delivering a nostalgic, genre-hopping album that feels like a warm toast to time’s passage—comforting for fans, though occasionally lacking the spark of his earlier work.

Hit Me Hard and Soft is Billie Eilish at her most haunting and raw, balancing eerie intimacy with emotional gut punches in an album that demands you feel every whisper and beat—it’s dark, tender, and utterly unforgettable.

The title’s honest—there are certainly “No Hard Feelings” here, because there are hardly any feelings at all.