There are too many reviews to read each month. To help you figure out what media to waste your life consuming, we've helpfully distilled a few of them for you.
Frank Ocean, Blonde
"The aesthetic Ocean pursues on Blonde doesn't allow for big, bold pronouncements on race or sexuality. Save for a moving shout-out over [the] lolloping beat [of 'Nikes'] ('RIP Trayvon, that nigga looked just like me'), Ocean sidesteps the racial politics that fuelled To Pimp a Butterfly and Lemonade (although you could argue that the record makes a statement simply by breaking free of genre and attempting to usurp canonical works by white artists). Ocean's sexuality, which he has previously explored on tracks such as 'Bad Religion,' is alluded to, but in nuanced ways: the stunning ballad 'Self Control' opens with, 'I'll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight.'" —Tim Jonze/The Guardian
TL;DR: The ocean's not the only thing that's all wet.
Sully
"The story of the Miracle on the Hudson should be cleared for takeoff. It has Tom Hanks in the pilot's seat, radiating everyman decency. And he's flying a course carefully laid out by director Clint Eastwood. So why does the film remain earthbound?" —Stephen Whitty/New York Daily News
TL;DR: This time, you root for the geese.
Wilco, Schmilco
"Schmilco 's subtle intricacies provide cover for a series of vignettes of dreamers in various degrees of resignation." —Craig Jenkins/ Vulture
TL;DR: It's the perfect album if you've given up on your dreams.
Café Society
"Like most of Mr. [Woody] Allen's recent work, this movie takes place within the hermetically enclosed universe of its maker's long-established preoccupations. Rather than find fresh themes or problems, he likes to rearrange the old ones into a newish pattern, emphasizing some elements and letting others drift into the background." —A.O. Scott/ The New York Times
TL;DR: Play it again and again and again and again, Sam.
Jack White, Acoustic Recordings 1998-2016
"More than just showcasing his tuneful side, Acoustic Recordings is a shrine to White's self-sufficiency, in both the musical and ideological senses. After all, White has always been one to take matters into his own hands, whether he's building guitars from some spare wire and wood, opening his own record press, or ensuring aliens have access to a turntable. And until he can get off this godforsaken planet and join his records in space, Acoustic Recordings stockpiles a great American songbook that can endure even after we're all forced to live off the grid." —Stuart Berman/Pitchfork
TL;DR: Finally, together in one place, all the songs you skipped over to replay "Seven Nation Army."
