Works, Brendon Moeller’s latest is a bland and uninspired affair.
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Nate Martinez makes a mature album to compliment the dreamer of the title: lush and atmospheric, but also timeless and formless.
Dent May trades in his ukulele for outdated synthesizers and drum machines on Do Things and completely loses importance.
On the their album, the Doc Marshalls drop the Cajun flair for earnest folk-rock, with winning results.
EA’s football series is kind of stuck, a problem largely brought on by the rules of football more so than any failing of the developer.