âDARK HEARTSâ Annie
Norwegian DJ and producer Annieâs bubbly synthpop defined a certain strand of 2000s indie-disco, its insouciance only outpaced by its bouncy beats â then she went mostly quiet for the 2010s. Sheâs shrouded in gloom on her first album in 11 years, with poppier tracks like the plush âThe Streets Where I Belongâ and the starlit ballad âMiracle Mileâ serving as the ballast for mini-epics like the glittering âMermaid Dreamsâ and the cavernous title track. Annieâs return was in the works before lockdown, but the brooding vibe of âDark Heartsâ made for ideal post-nightfall listening.
âB7â Brandy
Since her first solo album in 1994, Brandy Norwood has been at the forefront of R&B, her husky voice sounding preternaturally suited to any mold-breaking beat. On her seventh album, songs like the quivering âBorderlineâ and the up-to-here âSay Somethingâ proved the ways in which her career paved the way for modern-day soul singers like H.E.R. and duet partner Daniel Caesar; elsewhere, like on the gently minimalist âNo Tomorrowâ or the pillowy âRather Be,â she gave modern R&Bâs boundaries yet another nudge.

âVISIONS OF BODIES BEING BURNEDâ Clipping
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Part journey to noiseâs harshest realms, part master class in fast-talking rhymes, and part spine-rattling horror anthology, the fourth full-length by the Los Angeles-based trio Clipping takes on the dread of 21st century life by projecting it onto funhouse mirrors. Producers William Hutson and Jonathan Snipes set the mood with unsettling soundscapes that push samplers and synthesizers to their limit; Daveed Diggsâs precision-grade raps narrate the action up close, their hyper-specificity only adding to the feeling of inevitable doom.
âTHE COOL GREENHOUSEâ The Cool Greenhouse
The Cool Greenhouse leader Tom Greenhouse has an eye for absurdist detail; paired with his dryly sardonic voice, which sounds constantly on the verge of a disappointed sigh, he could turn even a description of paint drying into a hilarious commentary on modern lifeâs woes. The first full-length by his semi-eponymous band pairs his observations on job hunting, men telling women to smile, and other reasons for 21st-century malaise with spiky, propulsive music that updates post-punkâs drums-and-wires ideal.
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âFETCH THE BOLT CUTTERSâ Fiona Apple
Fiona Appleâs fifth album, which came out semi-unexpectedly in April, managed to capture the spirit of early quarantine with its homegrown feel (a lot of it was recorded in her house, with found household objects doubling as percussion and barking dogs making themselves heard) and say-anything lyrics. Appleâs career has been defined by calling things as she sees them since at least her nervous outburst at the 1997 MTV Video Music Awards, and âFetchâ ups the stakes with clattering arrangements, idiosyncratically insistent melodies, and Appleâs poetic, yet pointed lyrics.
âMAMALARKEYâ Mamalarky
As someone whoâs old enough to remember when âindieâ meant fuzzed-out instead of fussy, I went bananas for the spunky, distortion-soaked debut from this LA-via-Austin quartet. Singer-guitarist Livvy Bennett has a wandering-in-the-woods coo that adds sparkle to slower tracks like the dreamy âHeroâ and the swirling âYou Make Me Smileâ; her bandmates have an impish approach to making music that electrifies the marauding opener âFuryâ and makes the snappy âDrug Store Modelâ sound even better during its half-speed coda.
âTHINGS I NEVER SAIDâ Oceanator
Elise Okusamiâs first full-length as Oceanator compresses the stresses of twentysomething life into gleaming guitar pop that uses nervous energy to make its hooks sound even more massive. âA Crack in the Worldâ is one of the best pure power-pop songs of recent memory, Okusamiâs singsong vocal matched by a chugging riff, while âI Would Find Youâ could fit right in with a New Wave dance party playlist, its anything-for-love lyrics coloring its downcast synths with just enough hope.
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âI DISAGREEâ Poppy
In retrospect, the third full-length by Poppy â which came out all the way back in January â could be seen as something of an omen for the year that would follow; thankfully, âI Disagreeâ provided edge-of-everything catharsis even if you took this yearâs events out of the picture. Melding metalâs harsh riffs and barreling drums with painstakingly arranged pop and post-apocalyptic lyrics delivered in Poppyâs airy soprano, âI Disagreeâ was a hyper-speed ride through chaos, from the chant of âBury me six feet deepâ on the whiplashing opener âConcreteâ to the haunting (and unnervingly prescient) closer âDonât Go Outside.â
âUNTITLED (BLACK IS)â/âUNTITLED (RISE)â Sault
The mysterious British collective Sault emerged last year with a pair of albums made to get people on the dance floor. This year, they put out two more full-lengths that showed their goal was to soundtrack dances at the revolution: âUntitled (Black Is),â released on Juneteenth, uplifted and embraced Black culture around the world to the sounds of gospel, funk, and synthpop, while âUntitled (Rise),â which came out three months later, pumped up the rhythms while keeping its lyrical focus steady. In less than two years, Sault has amassed a discography that should make even classic-rock purists blush.
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âFOLKLOREâ/âEVERMOREâ Taylor Swift
Taken together, Taylor Swiftâs two surprise-released albums represented a leap forward for the pop superstar. âFolklore,â which came out in July, represented a new chapter in Swiftâs already-lengthy songbook, with songs like the humming âThe Last Great American Dynastyâ and the simmering âMad Womanâ populated by curious characters; âEvermore,â released earlier this month, found her expanding her universe and cracking open her rhythms on tracks like the devastating divorce song âTolerate Itâ and the modern murder ballad âNo Body, No Crime.â