Our Top Album of the Year: The Artist's Lux Takes the Premier Place.
At first glance, this album may look more like an arduous university quiz rather than a new popular music album by a musician who just had a previous hit was a collaboration with an international K-pop star. Divided into 4 distinct movements and sung in 13 languages, this is a dizzying classical-tinged work exploring feminine mystery, religious ascent, and corporal transformation, often via the lens of different women saints. The dissolution of a romance—a topic handled with grounded honesty on another major 2025 album—is launched upwards here, buoyed by the lush presence of a major symphony orchestra and contributions from an award-winning composer among a long list of collaborators. Its sheer ambition alone makes the efforts of other artists look rather laughable.
Rising Above Scholarly Exercise
That this album succeeds in escape overly intellectual chin-stroking feels nothing short of miraculous, and full credit belonging to Rosalía. Although it's not her first album to blend historical sounds with modern styles, its ambitions feel far higher on Lux, with the tightrope walk more dramatic. What really elevates this fourth release, outside of its complex melodies, dense compositions, and engrained theatricality, proves to be a core sense of playfulness. Much like the iconic artist during her peak, there is a captivating sense to Rosalía's voice which sweeps the listener up in its tornado. Even when she's breaking your heart apart, you still desire to stay alongside her through the ride.
A Signature Example of Joy
That exuberant energy comes forth clearly on a stirring Italian song about Saint Clare. It luxuriates in a sorrowful melancholy over more than four moments. Suddenly, everything falls away, to reveal we hear a gleeful laugh and a comment prior to a hilariously over-the-top string surge crashes in with cartoonish impact. The song then segues to the frenetic single driven by racing strings, an imposing choral group, and a cameo role from the artist Björk.
"The charm of Lux is that you rarely quite know—or even wish to predict—what it will go to next."
Nearly each track concludes in a totally different point than how it began. One moment explores the fleeting trappings of celebrity over a featherlight orchestration only to collapsing into electronic cacophony. Another, a cut that recalls the artist's previous trap-infused style starts off moody and sinister, with prowling beats, until fluttering flamenco rhythms and an angelic chorus arrive to soften the song's rough edges.
The Bridge Between Experiment & Pop
A key balancing act on Lux involves straddling the gap of radical innovation and mainstream accessibility. It is no coincidence that it has become the artist's first work to break into the upper reaches of major charts: at its core a suite of utterly undeniable hits. One track sung primarily in the English language swells around a chorus that seems to gather more and more infectious hooks as it spirals upward. That trick gets repeated by a different powerful ballad that grows and contracts, weaving layered tunes like a complex tapestry.
- A waltz-like number seduces via its playful, Disney-adjacent drama and an anthemic hook.
- In its words, it shares with cultural honesty of contemporary heartbreak anthems, lambasting an ex- partner labeled an "psychological bully".
- Throughout the album, the vocals have a painted-on edge, like a fairy-tale character concealing a knife: "Top prize in acting like a motherfucker / You have the podium of disappointment."
An Opulent Banquet for the Soul
This album represents popular music on a grand level, a hungry grasp for capital-A Art amid of impending artificial sameness. It rejects solipsism for sublime transcendence, crafting an over-the-top drama that skillfully manages its own built-in ridiculousness. It is a deep source of hidden gems that takes patience to completely mine but doesn't feels like a chore. Where some big releases of 2025 felt like a meager meal, Lux offers a lavish feast at which the guests at it, some tipsy on holy drink, flit from discussions about ancient figures, the galvanizing sensation of soul-shattering grief, and common gossip about useless partners. In essence, it's a contemporary theatrical production from pop's truly endlessly inventive practitioner.