Initially conceived as an orchestral tribute to Iceland’s remote majesty, the Blur and Gorillaz frontman’s second solo album blossoms into a wide-angle commentary on grief, loss, and climate crisis.

The London jazz musician’s sprawling suite explores the vital function of breath in times of distress. The music can be tranquil, but it also formally mimics the act of calming down.

The UK dance star downshifts on her first new collection in five years, embracing smoky, understated R&B with moody arrangements and a flirty touch.

Juice WRLD’s second posthumous album attempts to be more of the same, highlighting the best and worst qualities of a generational talent gone too soon.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit Spacehog’s 1995 debut, an architecturally sound, occasionally great, always amusing collection of transatlantic power pop.