Tune-Yards, 'I Can Feel You Creep Into My Private Life'
We Say: [A]n LP determined to conjure kinetic joy while staring down our present cultural fright show – and which is more potent for it. ... Per usual, the core remains Garbus' beat science, hypnotically looped and stuttered, driven by handclaps, drumstick clatter and her increasingly varied vocal displays, which are more processed than usual here – fitting for an age where "truth" itself comes digitally warped. "I don't know the language," she declares in a rare, barely altered purr on "Coast to Coast," a resistance anthem for a divided country where, it seems, "all the words mean fear." W.H.