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The star’s first album in two decades is a pointless apology tour for the dumbest Oscar gaffe in history, treating his Chris Rock slap as a grand teachable moment. It’s as corny as it is calculating.

There are so many ideas packed into Sonny Moore’s whirlwind of an album—wubsmaxxing basslines, abrupt left turns, absurdist DJ tags—that it’s hard not to be bowled over by its sheer force of will.

In siblings Chuquimamani-Condori and Joshua Chuquimia Crampton’s dense, elaborate thicket of sound, traditional genres and ancestral wisdom coexist with digital ephemera and rapturous noise.

After several years of lineup and repertoire changes, the UK group returns with an ambitious and unabashedly twee album overflowing with baroque flourishes and communal spirit.

Dan Bejar’s 14th Destroyer record is contemplative, morning-after music par excellence: He’s putting the whole story back together, knowing it’s all going to fall apart.

On his second LP, the Berlin-based musician opens himself to chance and presents a vision of techno that harnesses randomness for all its potential. He emerges a more remarkable musician than ever.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit downtown New York in the early 1970s and the debut album by the flashy, trashy rock’n’rollers who cleared the way for punk.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit a storied piece of Beatles lore, a bootleg that captures—in glorious low fidelity—a band on the brink of changing the world.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we look at a 1984 record that rewrote the rules of punk, balancing hardcore’s jackhammer attack with dirge-like heavy metal, and helping pave the way for grunge, stoner rock, and beyond.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit the French singer’s arresting 1971 album, a highlight of her career, a lovelorn mélange of spare Brazilian folk and the chanteuse traditions of her youth.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit Macy Gray’s misunderstood 1999 debut and the unlikely story that shaped its wise songwriting and chameleonic sound.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit a 1982 album in which hardcore punk’s oppositional spirit turned on itself—a nihilistic spiral both profound and absurd.