What a year it’s been for great music — as opposed to, say, everything else. But we’re almost halfway into 2025, and it’s already crowded with new albums that deliver what we need in terms of inspiration, catharsis, or just a little emotional elevation. Our list has a wide range of amazing music, from all different styles and sounds. We’ve got pop superstars like Bad Bunny and Lady Gaga. We’ve also got hip-hop poets, indie rockers, country singers, beatmasters, folk storytellers, and party monsters. This list is packed with up-and-coming artistic rebels ready to bring on the future. But it’s also full of seasoned veterans still out to keep building their legends. We’ve got melancholy brunettes, sad women, and general mayhem. It’s the perfect time to catch up with all the amazing music that 2025 has delivered so far — and to look forward to the rest of the year ahead.
Tunde Adebimpe, ‘Thee Black Boltz’
The first solo album from Tunde Adebimpe — of indie-prog titans TV on the Radio as well as the Star Wars multiverse — offers an extreme closeup of the human condition, using his mighty howl to tie its wild explorations of genre together. He defies the constraints of “the age of tenderness and rage” on the churning “Magnetic,” strips down and opens up on “ILY,” or charges up the tear-in-the-beer lament “God Knows.” Throughout, Adebimpe’s physical voice is a beacon, leading the way as he lets listeners know that he can see the world for what it is — and embraces the possibilities beyond it anyway. —Maura Johnston
Bad Bunny, ‘Debí Tirar Más Fotos’
On his sixth album, Bad Bunny brings listeners along for his triumphant homecoming with 17 songs that trerse Puerto Rico’s rich kaleidoscope of genres. It’s homegrown, jubilant, and fresh as Benito takes the best moments from his 2022 landmark, Un Verano Sin Ti, and pushes the limits of his continuously experimental sound into the unchartered territory of Puerto Rican folk music and salsa. While Bad Bunny honors his homeland and snapshots of his life there, he also finds important pieces of himself: the lovelorn poet, the dreamer, and, most of all, the proud puertorriqueño. —Maya Georgi
Julien Baker and Torres, ‘Send a Prayer My Way’
Julien Baker and Mackenzie Scott (a.k.a. Torres) are indie singer-songwriters with Southern roots. On Send a Prayer My Way, they get together for a great country record. The album’s wonderful first single, “Sugar in the Tank,” exalts in the kind of easygoing tunefulness that can equally lend itself to a roots-rock anthem or a country radio hit. As queer artists, Scott and Baker he said the album was about making country music they could see themselves in, and that others might, too. It makes Send a Prayer My Way feel like a rich tribute that also moves the genre forward. —Jon Dolan
Bartees Strange, ‘Horror’
Producer and songwriter Bartees Strange looks at the world’s monsters — including those lurking inside each one of us — on his third album. Horror takes the genre agnosticism that made Strange’s first two full-lengths so vital and blows it up, both sonically and figuratively (and with a little help from super-engineer Jack Antonoff). A blistering agitation animates Horror’s high points, like the scrappy, existentially bothered “Wants Needs” (“If I can’t get an angle/ Tell me how I am supposed to feel,” he begs on the clamorous bridge) and the simmering-then-exploding “Loop Defenders” (which takes direct aim at anyone trying to put him into a box). —M.J.
Beach Bunny, ‘Tunnel Vision’
Another album of jam-packed bubblegum hooks and angsty riffs from Lill Trifilio and company. On Tunnel Vision, the Chicago trio build on the sound of their last two albums while also expanding the band’s subject matter as well (less heartbreak, more anxious dystopia). The result is a band that sounds as restless as ever, even as it continues growing up. “The record talks a lot about mental health and darkness,” as Trifilio told Rolling Stone. “But we’re all in this together.” —Jonathan Bernstein
Blondshell, ‘If You Asked for a Picture’
For her second album as Blondshell, L.A. singer-songwriter Sabrina Teitelbaum is figuring out how much of her life story she wants to tell the world — how much she needs to tell — and how much to hide away for herself. On her acclaimed 2023 self-titled debut, she was really letting it all hang out, in searing confessional indie rock. But on If You Asked for a Picture, Teitelbaum’s more ambivalent, more questioning, reckoning with her painful past, from childhood misery to dysfunctional young-adult romance. These are the songs of an artist who wants to figure out who she is by singing about it. —Rob Sheffield
Bon Iver, ‘Sable, Fable’
Justin Vernon’s lyrics he often led to him being considered a melancholy, lovesick songwriter. The nine tracks on his first album in five years see him finally relenting to lightness. “Time heals and then it repeats,” he sings, acknowledging the regenerative nature of all things. There’s a sense of transcendence running through the LP, with most songs resolving in a major key, carried by propulsive percussion and a whole lot of pedal steel and leaning into triumphant anthemic pop melodies. It’s the work of a man at his most hopeful and open, palms upturned, ready and willing to come up for air. —Leah Lu
Car Seat Headrest, ‘The Scholars’
Will Toledo of Car Seat Headrest serves up the band’s epic latest album with the tongue-in-cheek claim that The Scholars is “translated and adapted from an unfinished and unpublished poem written by my great-great-great-great-grandfather, the Archbishop Guillermo Guadalupe del Toledo,” and he’s taken this project seriously enough to give his opera a libretto. The good news for the common listener is that as far as albums with librettos go, this one is surprisingly easy to bang your way through — sort of like a Guided by Voices LP expanded to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway scale. —J.D.
Central Cee, ‘Can’t Rush Greatness’
The 25-year-old West London rap sensation Central Cee has proven he can be a reliable Gen Z hitmaker with the streaming stats to back it up, all before dropping a debut album. With Can’t Rush Greatness, he’s out to show that he can live up to the hype, and at 17 tracks spanning a range of sounds and styles, the album makes his case mightily. A true representative of his generation (“Gen Z Love” has the makings of an anthem for an era), Cench is as attentive to the music as the optics surrounding it, and his acumen for both is what makes his debut album a success. —Jeff Ihaza
Eric Church, ‘Evangeline vs. the Machine’
Erich Church has never paid much mind to fulfilling expectations, and instead of shying away from the gospel sounds he debuted at the country fest Stagecoach in 2024, he brought the choir with him into the studio and doubled down with orchestral strings and horns. The result is a record that is both dazzling and challenging, upending the idea of what country music is — or at least the type of country music that first made Church a Nashville star. It is also a masterwork, furthering cementing Church’s legacy as a try-anything artist, one with more in common with Did Bowie or Bob Dylan than his Nashville peers. —Joseph Hudak
Hannah Cohen, ‘Earthstar Mountain’
In the six years since Hannah Cohen released an album, she relocated from New York City to the Catskills. Earthstar Mountain is a dazzling love letter to her new home. The album nigates loss (“Mountain”), family drama (the Sly and the Family Stone-inspired “Draggin’”), and obscure 1960s Italian thrillers (the Ennio Morricone cover “Una Spiaggia”), and features her upstate pals Clairo and Sufjan Stevens. “I think that’s what the Catskills are: this open door for people to take in the beauty of this place,” Cohen told RS. “Everyone who comes here wants other people to experience the magic that we feel here.” —Angie Martoccio
Charley Crockett, ‘Lonesome Drifter’
The Texas songwriter, along with producer Shooter Jennings, finds his most dialed-in sound yet on Lonesome Drifter, a record that literally rumbles from the opening notes of the title track, setting a cinematic tone for what’s to come. Never afraid to thumb his nose at the music business, Charlie Crockett offers a warning about bad Nashville deals in “Game I Can’t Win,” and pokes holes in the perceived glamor of a troubadour in “Life of a Country Singer.” Since his 2015 debut, he’s been a wildly prolific artist, releasing albums at a brisk pace seemingly in search of something: With this one, Crockett found it. —J.H.
Cuco, ‘Ridin”
The L.A. singer-songwriter’s music often has a futuristic psych-synth feel. But Ridin’ is Cuco’s most grounded and tradition-loving to date, a lish love letter to the Mexican American “brown-eyed soul” of the Sixties and Seventies. With it’s hopeful organ, swirling strings, sharp horns, cracking snare shots, tender melody, and flower-bearing vocals, “ICNBYH” could he absolutely been an R&B hit in 1971, while “My 45” is a rolling along with your girl. More than just historical cosplay, Ridin’ makes an old-school sound feel joyfully present. —J.D.
Miley Cyrus, ‘Something Beautiful’
On Something Beautiful, Miley Cyrus is aiming higher than ever with her most ambitious and introspective tunes. “Walk of Fame” is her electro pep talk on self-esteem (“Every time I walk, it’s a walk of fame”), with guest Brittany Howard making herself right at home in the disco glitz. But the sentimental forite has to be “Every Girl You’ve Ever Loved,” a fantastic disco twirl with Nineties fashion icon Naomi Campbell as Miley’s hype woman. All over the album, Cyrus sings about keeping her chin up and looking on the positive side, even in times of trouble. —R.S.
Lucy Dacus, ‘Forever Is a Feeling’
“I’m thinking about breaking your heart someday soon,” Lucy Dacus confesses in “Limerence,” one of the highlights from her fourth album. On Forever Is a Feeling, she aims for adult-specific love songs, rather than the coming-of-age and coming-out tales that made her name. “If the devil’s in the details, then God is in the gap in your teeth,” she sings in “For Keeps.” In the jubilant title song, she takes a romantically charged road trip over sped-up piano. These songs take place in the middle of long-running messy relationships — some desperately romantic, some just painful. —R.S.
Dido, ‘5ive’
On 5ive, the Nigerian pop star counts his blessings, leaning into love and legacy at the ripe age of 32. Luckily, Dido makes these contemplations an easy listen. He celebrates the resilience of love, lilting to his partner that she’s the most important thing that he could sing about on “10 Kilo.” The album is pleasant enough to play top to bottom at a turn-up or on a long drive, rich with layers of perfectly programmed percussion and flowing easily between lust, pain, and triumph. Aptly, it’s at its best on songs like “CFMF” and “Funds,” where Dido trades the amapiano-indebted Afrobeats her has refined for refreshing romances. —Mankaprr Conteh
Deafheen, ‘Lonely People With Power’
The latest (and best) album from the endlessly inventive metal band Deafheen perfectly sums up their magic-trick mix of raw aggression, painterly lyrics, and earworm melodies. Lonely People With Power is an ambitious and oddly gorgeous suite, vacillating between aching isolation and introspective rage. It’s a kind of culmination of a decade and a half of innovation — a mixing and merging of melody and metal, pain and poetry. Some moments explore conventionally masculine rage, but there’s alao a membrane of beauty that holds the whole album together. —Brenna Ehrlich
Djo, ‘The Crux’
After two LPs that weed mellow pop rock and sleek, danceable indie bops, Djo has taken a heartfelt leap into Seventies- and Eighties-loving territory with The Crux. Djo upgraded the bedroom-recorded sonics of his previous work and booked into New York’s legendary Electric Lady Studios. He wrote or co-wrote every song and co-produced each track, playing many of the instruments himself, from Mellotron to percussion. You can hear his musical growth in the record’s polished production as well as its more personal lyrics, which reflect on love and connection. —John Lonsdale
Drake and PartyNextDoor, ‘$ome $exy $ongs 4 U’
Billed as an R&B album in time for Valentine’s Day, $ome $exy $ongs 4 U is the first official project, albeit a collab, from Drake after a year of basically the entire world dragging his name through the mud. It’s a svy diversion, given it was only a few weeks before its release that the entire country wondered if he’d get called a pedophile at the Super Bowl. That in mind, the LP is a clean, well-executed production of Drake’s signature product meant to push the plot along — a slick new offering from the embattled Drake Cinematic Universe. —J.I.
Dutch Interior, ‘Moneyball’
This highly buzzed SoCal six-piece might sound like a chill alt-country band at first, but they’re far less predictable than that. (Is it any wonder that they’re often compared, forably, to forefathers like Wilco and Pement?) On “Sweet Time,” two of the band’s three guitarists face off with dueling slick-pickin’ solos; “Sandcastle Molds” blooms with jittery rhythms and flashes of dissonance. The songs on Moneyball are full of similarly inventive twists that make the back-porch ballads even sweeter — and lee you to wonder where Dutch Interior will swerve next. —Simon Vozick-Levinson
Craig Finn, ‘Always Been’
The Hold Steady frontman has an impressive solo catalog, but Always Been is its pinnacle. Over 11 songs, Craig Finn delivers tales of faithless preachers (“Bethany”), broken homes (“Crumbs”), and relationships that should he ended long ago (“Luke & Leanna”) in his infamously idiosyncratic talk-sing style. But what distinguishes Always Been from Finn’s other solo projects is its clear California piano-rock roots. Even the album cover drives it home, with Finn re-creating the photo from Randy Newman’s 1977 LP Little Criminals. —J.H.
Franz Ferdinand, ‘The Human Fear’
Franz Ferdinand conquered the world in the early 2000s with their gloriously frenetic art-punk dance-whore sound, scoring hits like the video-game staple “Take Me Out.” The Human Fear is a snazzier return than a fan would expect at this point. The tunes go for three-minute punch, with occasional backup vocals from frontman Alex Kapranos’ wife, French star Clara Luciani. “Cats” is an eerie ode to trying to tame your animal impulses, while the indie-sleaze synth friction of “Hooked” is enough to trigger vodka-breath flashbacks of sloppy strangers making out in the coat-check line. —R.S.
Girlpuppy, ‘Sweetness’
Atlanta singer-songwriter Becca Harvey’s Sweetness is a deeply observed relationship autopsy set to blue, buzzy guitars. On “I Just Do!” she gives us a crushed-out, grunge-pop masterpiece, while pretty subdued songs like “In My Eyes” and “Windows” see her work through love’s murky middle stages, and she closes it out strumming farewell on “I Think I Did.” Working in the tradition of classics like Marvin Gaye’s Here, My Dear and Richard and Linda Thompson’s Shoot Out the Lights, she delivers a post-breakup banger. —J.D.
Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco, ‘I Said I Love You First’
For Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco, turning their love story into an album is the least they could do. I Said I Love You First is a valentine that delivers exactly what it promises — a pop icon and a superstar producer celebrating a real-life romance that we all can root for. The album peaks in the middle with a trio of bangers starting with “Sunset Blvd,” a romantic fantasy of coupling in the middle of the street until the cops arrive to pry them apart. These two crazy kids are young, they’re in love, and they can’t keep their hands to themselves — well, they could, but why would they want to? —R.S.
Great Grandpa, ‘Patience Moonbeam’
The first album in over five years from Seattle indie-rock band Great Grandpa isn’t just their most fully-realized (though it’s also that), it’s also a genuine band record. The quintet collide influences — glitchy industrial electronic flourishes, lonesome country & western instrumentation, ornate chamber pop — and tinker with all sorts of pop-rock conventions. Hidden in plain sight, amid the off-kilter impressionism and untraditional arrangements, is the band’s innate sense of melody. They can turn a nonsense six-word refrain like “it’s closer when I see you, damn” into something profound. —J. Bernstein
Caylee Hammack, ‘Bed of Roses’
Caylee Hammack is a should-be country star who has been flying just under the radar for the past half decade. Her latest, Bed of Roses, is Hammack’s finest work yet, one that displays her command of stomping rockers and hushed lullabies alike on songs like “Oh, Kara” and “Breaking Dishes.” It’s a knockout collection of brightly polished traditional country that highlights Hammack’s warbling voice, which bears more than a little resemblance to one of her clearest influences: Dolly Parton. —J. Bernstein
Horsegirl, ‘Phonetics On and On’
After making some of the most righteous guitar noise since Sonic Youth split up on their 2022 debut, the Chicago trio graduate to subtler sounds and softer feelings on album two. Phonetics On and On opens up a whole new world for this band with its playful, minimalist studio approach (assisted by producer Cate Le Bon, who knows a thing or two about that). Trading howling feedback for tender-hearted ballads like “Frontrunner” and ambivalent singalongs like “I Can’t Stand to See You,” it feels like an instant contender for any list of great albums where a loud band mellows out. —S.V.L.
Infinity Knives and Brian Ennels, ‘A City Drowned in God’s Black Tears’
Producer Infinity Knives’ adventurous, electronic-driven tracks he been the perfect sound bed for Brian Ennals’ sharp social commentary and self-effacing sense of humor, going back to their joint 2020 project, Rhino XXL. That mesh is displayed on the Maryland artist’s latest LP. On “The Iron Wall,” Ennals declares “genocide’s as American as apple pie, baseball, and mass shootings.” The song, like the album, is an unabashed rebuke of Israel-U.S. relations and America’s overall warmongering. Ennals raps with a deliberate pace that gives every word its just space, evoking hip-hop’s original golden era in the best way. —Andre Gee
Japanese Breakfast, ‘For Melancholy Brunettes (& Sad Women)’
Michelle Zauner’s fourth record may thrum with melancholy, but it’s way more than just “sad girl music.” For Melancholy Brunettes is an evolution of everything she’s done before — merging imagery both mythic and mundane with A-class instrumentation. Zauner grapples with the fickle nature of the muse — whether you’re a long-ago poet or a small-town strummer; see “Orlando in Love,” a Greek legend of a track that tells the tale of the titular poet and the sirens that drag him down. This LP is a folk tale, a small-town barroom yarn, a gothic novel, and a ghost story, all in one. Don’t even try to pin her down. —B.E.
Jennie, ‘Ruby’
The latest in this year’s series of solo projects from Blackpink’s four members, the quick-moving Ruby leans heily into the ideas that dominated R&B-leaning pop in the 2000s and ’10s, sometimes updating them in intriguing fashion. If there’s any artist whose specter hangs over the album, it’s Rihanna. Not only does Jennie he an impressive ability to command the center of candy-coated pop-R&B, there are some moments that feel like if not direct at least second-generation descendants of the hazy introspection shown by the Barbadian mogul on her 2016 classic, Anti. —M.J.
Lola Kirke, ‘Trailblazer’
Lola Kirke’s latest album does what all the best country music should do: it tells damn good stories. In this case, they’re about coming-of-age for the U.K.-born, New York-raised singer-actress, who now calls Nashville home. She reimagines the classic drinking song in the twangy “241s,” takes stock of her unconventional upbringing in “Raised by Wolves,” and goes on a Delta road trip in the gloriously monikered “Mississippi, My Sister, Elvis & Me.” Kirke’s gift for song titles is reason enough to seek out the album: From “Marlboro Lights & Madonna” to “Zeppelin III,” Trailblazer revels in the details. —J.H.
Lady Gaga, ‘Mayhem’
In the lead-up to Lady Gaga’s latest album, Mayhem, there was a lot of talk about Gaga returning to her roots. For Little Monsters, it’s been too long. Mayhem is the type of fan service that doesn’t dilute the artist herself. Gaga feels like her most authentic self from start to finish on this album: There’s no characters, concepts, or aesthetic impulses overshadowing the songs. Instead, she’s made one of her most sonically challenging and uniform albums yet: a mix of Nine Inch Nails, Did Bowie, Prince, and her Fame Monster-era self, rolled into the year’s strongest pop release yet. —Brittany Spanos
Lambrini Girls, ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’
On Who Let the Dogs Out, the U.K. duo of singer-guitarist Phoebe Lunny and bassist Lilly Macieira are agit-noise radicals for our time. Standouts like “Big Dick Energy” and “No Homo” lash out at misogyny and sexism, while “Bad Apple” is a bracing bowshot at racist policing with a dervish beat and a sandblasting guitar riff, and “Filthy Rich Nepo Baby” defenestrates a fake lefty-rock poseur “who wouldn’t know what socialism is if it punched him in the dick.” This is a fantastically violent album, and an inspiring one too — every dick punch they throw hits your heart just as hard. —J.D.
Jensen McRae, ‘Don’t Know How But They Found Me’
On her second album, Jensen McRae rides love ’til the wheels fall off, sending it plummeting off the road, down the side of a cliff, and exploding in a fiery blaze. “Novelty” is a puncture wound sustained in the moment she realizes she’s become less valuable to someone, while “Tuesday” offers a shattering, lovelorn performance. McRae’s lyrics cut vividly against her thrumming melodies. The narrative progression from “I Can Change Him” to “Praying for Your Downfall” makes the perilous battle she fights on “Daffodil” all the more searing. It all affirms her position as one of pop music’s sharpest and smartest newcomers. —Larisha Paul
Tate McRae, ‘So Close to What’
Tate McRae’s perpetual-motion mind has made her one of pop’s most exciting young stars, and it fuels So Close to What, a sleek, fast-moving collection of darkly hued pop confections. “Sports Car” sculpts synth squelches and grinding-gears rhythms into hooks, McRae’s whispered come-ons acting as the connective tissue. Her vision of love is, perhaps unsurprisingly, riddled with introspection and angst. But her ability to dig into those intricacies and turn them into arena-worthy singalongs makes So Close to What a pop album worth digging into. —M.J.
MIKE, ‘Showbiz!’
MIKE’s Showbiz! is a stellar glimpse into the human experience — 24 songs that offer a wide-ranging glimpse of the Brooklyn-based rhymer’s personal excation over a variety of beats. On “Watered down,” he admits, “I get hotheaded and mean sometimes, my fault, forgive me” over a chipper, high-pitches sample. “Man in the mirror” shows him rhyming over an upbeat, dance track, while “When it Rains” has a groove that harkens to his excellent Pinball series with producer Tony Seltzer. There aren’t many artists as vulnerable as MIKE, and even fewer craft their reflections with his technical precision. —A.G.
Ela Minus, ‘Dia’
The Colombian artist Ela Minus has long used her propulsive electronic music as a space for recovery and reflection. Her debut album, Acts of Rebellion, put it all out there, allowing her to celebrate and connect and find herself in thundering dance-floor sounds. Her follow-up Dia is a far more interior, with roomier, more expansive architecture that lets her explore new electronic sounds while seeking catharsis during tumultuous personal and political times. The healing still happens: “I’ll keep writing melodies/To sing away the gloom,” she declares on “Broke.” —Julyssa Lopez
Model/Actriz, ‘Pirouette’
On Pirouette, Model/Actriz follow up their excellent debut, Dogsbody, with an album that feels entirely unaffected by expectations. The Brooklyn-based noise rockers play with new sounds throughout, starting off with a jackhammering opening stretch in which every instrument is treated like a disobedient drum, before collapsing into melodic reveries only hinted at on their first LP. But the biggest evolution may come from the wildly charismatic frontman Cole Haden, whose impressionistic lyrics he become more diaristic, recalling childhood Cinderella fantasies with kinky, curdling rage. —Clayton Purdom
Momma, ‘Welcome to My Blue Sky’
Momma deliver their fantastic new album, Welcome to My Blue Sky, just in time for a whole new summer of grunge. On their last album, they sang about riding around listening to “Gold Soundz”; it didn’t take long before they were opening for Pement, and this album is twice as great. “Ohio All the Time” is a bittersweet but damn-near-perfect guitar vignette about two kids getting lost on the road in the Midwest, trying to figure out if they’re in love, yet neither one bre enough to speak up. Welcome to My Blue Sky is totally brash, always loud, always effusive, and usually funny even when their lives are falling apart, which is constantly. —R.S.
Cornelia Murr, ‘Run to the Center’
In 2018, Cornelia Murr released her magnetic debut, Lake Tear of the Clouds, co-produced by Jim James of My Morning Jacket. Seven years and one EP (2022’s Corridor) later, Murr returns with the stunning dream-pop record Run to the Center. Its title is literal: To make the record, she headed to rural Red Cloud, Nebraska, a town of 948 people that falls right in the middle of the country. There, Murr restored a house while cutting the 10 sweeping tracks that would make up the album, including the highlight “Meantime” and the gorgeous closer “Bless Yr Little Heart.” Wherever Murr goes next, we’re sure to follow. —A.M.
Niontay, ‘FadaNiontay recently told Rolling Stone that he’s not preoccupied with being #eclectic: “It’s going to happen regardless … I’m not trying to, like, ‘show you my range.’” The result is his debut album, Fada