New Reviews for February 2, 2024

What Do We Do Now
Sub Pop
The fifth solo set from the Dinosaur Jr. singer/guitarist hits with the force of a full band while still leaning into melancholic acoustic moods.
- Fred Thomas
King Perry
!K7 / False Idols
Playful and slightly poignant posthumous effort from the dub pioneer, featuring guests like Tricky, Greentea Peng, and Shaun Ryder.
- Paul Simpson
Compassion
ECM
The trio's second outing showcases newly recorded compositions and compelling covers rendered with poignancy, humor, invention, and energy.
- Thom Jurek
Peacemaker
City Slang
The singer/songwriter contemplates how we reckon with the past on her mesmerizing fusions of folk, country, vocal pop, and punk.
- Heather Phares
The Interrogator
Bar/None Records
The garage band's smart mélange of lyrical and musical references delivers consistently on LP four, featuring new member Peter Holsapple (the dB's).
- Marcy Donelson
When You Fall in Love: Lost Columbia Masters 1977-1982
Real Gone Music
An achingly romantic collection of rare soft rock and disco tracks from the crooner's final years at Columbia.
- Matt Collar
The Closest Thing to Silence
International Anthem
Exploratory and uplifting intergenerational collaboration that occasionally takes on a more spiritual aura.
- Paul Simpson
Fantastic Voyage: New Sounds for the European Canon 1977-1981
Various Artists
Ace
Adventurous art rock sounds that appeared in the wake of Bowie's Berlin trilogy, from stiff industrial funk to quirky electro and new wave.
- Paul Simpson
Here Come the Warm Jets
AllMusic Staff Pick - February 8, 2024
January, 1974
Eno's solo debut, released 50 years ago today, is a spirited, experimental collection of unabashed pop songs on which Eno mostly reprises his Roxy Music role as "sound manipulator," taking the lead vocals but leaving much of the instrumental work to various studio cohorts. Avant-garde yet very accessible, Here Come the Warm Jets still sounds exciting, forward-looking, and densely detailed, revealing more intricacies with every play.
- Steve Huey