Our Leading Record of the Year: Rosalía's Masterpiece Secures the Top Place.
Initially, Lux could seem more like a challenging academic quiz rather than a new popular music album from an artist whose last hit was a collaboration with a global pop icon. Broken into 4 distinct movements and performed in 13 languages, it is a dizzying orchestral-influenced opus that delves into female mystery, spiritual ascent, and corporal change, frequently through the lens of various saintly figures. The dissolution of a love affair—a topic handled with raw openness on another major 2025 album—is launched skyward here, carried by the lush presence of a full symphony orchestra and contributions from an award-winning songwriter within an extensive roll call of contributors. The pure ambition by itself renders the efforts of contemporary artists seem quite small.
Transcending Academic Exercise
That this album manages to transcend dry academic chin-stroking feels nearly miraculous, with full praise going to Rosalía. Although it's not the first time project to fuse the past and the present, its stakes feel far higher here, and the tightrope walk far more precarious. What really raises her fourth album, outside of its multilayered tunes, dense arrangements, and engrained drama, is a core spirit of fun. Similar to the iconic Björk during her height, there is a captivating sense to Rosalía's voice that pulls the listener into its tornado. Even when she's tearing your heart apart, the listener still desire to stay right there for the journey.
A Signature Example of Exuberance
This playful spirit shines clearly on a stunning piano-led song about Saint Clare. It luxuriates in a sorrowful melancholy for more than four moments. Suddenly, everything drops away, to reveal we hear a spontaneous laugh followed by a declaration before a comically exaggerated orchestral surge thuds in like cartoonish force. The track immediately segues into the frenetic single driven by galloping orchestration, an imposing choir, and a surprise role from none other than Björk.
"The charm with this album lies in you never quite understand—nor want to predict—what you is going to next."
Almost every track ends in a totally distinct place from how it began. One moment examines the fleeting nature of celebrity with a featherlight orchestration before disintegrating in electronic cacophony. Another, a song that recalls her previous rhythmic style starts out dark and brooding, featuring menacing beats, until fluttering flamenco handclaps and an angelic choir arrive to soften its jagged corners.
The Bridge Between Art & Pop
Another crucial balancing act on the album involves navigating the line between bold experimentation and broad appeal. It is no surprise that it has achieved the artist's highest-charting release to break into the upper reaches of key charts: its heart contains a suite of utterly undeniable pop songs. One track performed primarily in the English language builds on a chorus that feels to collect more and more infectious hooks as it spins skyward. That feat gets repeated on a different powerful track that expands and constricts, weaving multiple melodies like a complex tapestry.
- A dance-infused number seduces via its playful, theatrical flair and an anthemic chorus.
- In its words, it shares with cultural impact of other heartbreak songs, lambasting an ex- partner described as an "emotional terrorist".
- Throughout the album, the singing have a sharp smile, like a fairy-tale character concealing a knife: "Top prize in being a motherfucker / You have the podium of disappointment."
An Opulent Feast for the Soul
This album is popular music on a maximalist level, an ambitious reach for capital-A artistry in an era of impending artificial blankness. It rejects self-absorption for sublime transcendence, creating a dramatic drama that skillfully manages its inherent excess. This is a deep well of buried treasure that requires time to fully mine but doesn't feels like hard work. Where some major pop albums of the year felt like feasting on meal, Lux offers a sumptuous banquet where the characters at it, some tipsy on holy wine, flutter from discussions about ancient figures, the galvanizing sensation of soul-shattering grief, and common gossip about useless men. It is a modern-day musical from pop's truly restlessly inventive practitioner.