Oncle Jazz is a blissed-out triumph. It might be long, and sure, some tracks could blend into the wallpaper of your subconscious, but that’s the point. This album doesn’t need to shout to get your attention—it invites you in with a whisper, and by the time you leave, you feel like you’ve been gently cradled by sound. Keep it on repeat, because like the best dreams, you won’t want to wake up.

Fallen Angels is a neon-drenched fever dream of love, loneliness, and longing, capturing the chaotic beauty of urban life in Wong Kar-wai’s signature, dizzying style.

At first glance, Zaba seems like the kind of album you’d play in a trendy lounge bar, one with lots of ferns and people who think wearing bucket hats indoors is revolutionary. It’s humid, lush, and brimming with trippy sounds—half rainforest, half synth-driven fever dream. But if you listen too long, you might start wondering if you’ve been walking through the same jungle loop for hours. Spoiler: you have.

Tetris aims for Cold War intrigue but delivers a clunky boardroom thriller that misses the addictive spark of the game, leaving viewers stacking frustration rather than excitement.

Aurora’s debut album feels like walking through a Norwegian forest where the trees whisper existential truths and fairies occasionally bop you on the head with synth-pop anthems. It’s eerie, it’s enchanting, and somehow, it’s pop music.

1984 immerses you in Orwell’s haunting dystopia with unrelenting bleakness, faithfully capturing the oppressive weight of totalitarianism and leaving viewers both unsettled and exhausted.

Imagine if Daft Punk threw a disco party in space and invited Phoenix, only to discover they’d also booked an existential crisis. That’s Tako Tsubo—a sleek, groovy record that somehow makes heartbreak feel like a glittering, neon dream.

Glass struggles to deliver a compelling finale to Shyamalan’s trilogy, bogged down by lackluster pacing, muddled themes, and an underwhelming showdown that leaves more eye-rolls than awe.

The debut Gorillaz album isn’t just music—it’s a surreal, genre-bending journey through lo-fi beats, hip-hop swagger, and rock-infused electronic anthems, daring listeners to embrace the beautifully bizarre.

Hereditary is a chilling, slow-burn horror that masterfully blends family tragedy with supernatural terror, leaving you haunted by its dark exploration of generational trauma.

Americana by The Offspring is a sharp, infectious mix of punk snark and pop accessibility that skewers American culture with wit, energy, and hooks that will have you pressing repeat, whether you’re here to mosh or laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Leaving Las Vegas plunges you into a haunting tale of self-destruction and raw human connection, capturing beauty in despair with heartbreaking honesty.