album review | Pop
Santigold, ‘Master of My Make Believe’
Santigold just can’t win. In the four years since her phenomenally addictive first release, the Brooklyn-based songstress has seen everything that was so wonderfully off-kilter about that album become somewhat commonplace, from the production by Diplo to her New York art-pop aesthetic. And somewhat disappointingly, her new album seems perfectly OK to continue on the same path of debut as if no time had passed at all.