Cowboy Carter is Beyoncé at her most daring, blending country, folk, and experimental sounds into a sprawling exploration of identity and Black history that’s as bold as it is uneven.

If tech billionaires already give you a certain creep factor, “Ex Machina” cranks that discomfort up to eleven, serving up a cerebral thriller that asks: "What happens when your Alexa has feelings, but your CEO doesn’t?

Gary Clark Jr.’s JPEG RAW is a bold, messy experiment that swings for the fences, blending blues, hip-hop, funk, and soul into a genre-defying ride that’s as thrilling as it is uneven.

Dream Scenario is a surreal, darkly comedic dive into viral fame’s nightmarish side, with Nicolas Cage delivering a hilariously tragic performance that captures the terrifying randomness of internet-fueled celebrity.

Currents flips the script on Tame Impala’s usual hazy guitars, trading them for a synth-soaked, danceable dive into heartbreak and self-discovery that hits harder the more you let it in.

The Super Mario Bros. Movie is a vibrant, nostalgia-packed adventure with thrilling visuals, but it leaves depth and emotional stakes behind, making it a sweet treat mostly for die-hard Mario fans and younger viewers.

Ugly is Beautiful is a wild ride—equal parts absurdist comedy and genuine introspection. It’s an album that could have easily been a gimmick, but Oliver Tree proves he’s more than just a walking meme. Is it perfect? No. But it’s perfectly him, and in that lies its charm. If this really is his first and last album (though let’s be real, he’ll probably come back), it’s a ridiculous and bold way to bow out.

If the Apocalypse had a neon glow and came with psychic-powered teenagers on motorcycles, it would look a lot like Akira.

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.