Throughout its eleven songs, Charli XCX seems to be working against everything we’ve ever known about her, and the result is more museum art piece than Top 40 radio hit. I think that’s the point.

The Good Ole American Saturday Night, the twelfth album from the Boston-based ska punk band, is an eruption of good vibes and calls for hopefulness in these disparate times.

Looking to challenge themselves even further after the release of their seventh studio album, 2021’s What It Means To Fall Apart, the band has created a three-part album that they’ve been steadily releasing over the course of a year.

This isn’t a band that’s reinventing the wheel; rather, they’re taking the build specifications of said wheel and constructing it in the best way humanly possible.

Sungazer traces the many frailties of the human condition over its forty-five-minute run time, and it’s a great reintroduction of the band to the public consciousness after a decade-long absence.

Plus Tax hits the nail on the head and gives a strong introduction to a promising new band.

Frozen Charlotte doesn’t reinvent the wheel or greatly expand upon the work that White has brought forth on previous records, but it’s damn good, picking up right where 2024’s No Name left off.

The album feels like a continuation of the business that the band started on Hackney Diamonds; at times, the quality of songs on Foreign Tongues supersedes that of Diamonds. While it is a longer album than its predecessor, it never once feels like a band at the end of the road. If anything, they seem more invigorated.