Our Top Album of the Year: The Artist's Masterpiece Secures the Number One Place.
At first glance, this work might appear more like an arduous university quiz than a new popular music project from a musician who just had a previous single was a collaboration with an international pop star. Split across four separate sections and sung in thirteen languages, this is a head-spinning orchestral-influenced opus that delves into feminine mystery, spiritual ascent, and physical transformation, often via the lens of various female saints. The end of a relationship—a topic treated with grounded honesty elsewhere—is launched upwards here, carried by the lush sound of a full orchestra and contributions from an award-winning songwriter within a long roll call of contributors. Its sheer audacity by itself makes the efforts of contemporary pop stars appear quite modest.
Rising Above Scholarly Exercise
That Lux succeeds in transcend overly intellectual chin-stroking feels nearly miraculous, and sole credit belonging to RosalĂa. While it's not her first project to alchemize the past with modern styles, its ambitions are much greater on Lux, and the balancing act more pronounced. The element that truly raises her fourth album, beyond its complex melodies, rich compositions, and engrained drama, proves to be a core spirit of joy. Similar to the iconic artist at her peak, you find a captivating sense to RosalĂa's voice that pulls the listener up in its whirlwind. When she's tearing hearts in two, you still want to stay right there for the ride.
A Prime Moment of Exuberance
This exuberant energy comes forth brightly during the stunning Italian song about Saint Clare. It luxuriates in a sorrowful whirlpool over more than four moments. Then, all the music drops silent, and we hear a gleeful giggle followed by a comment before a comically exaggerated string surge crashes in like cartoonish impact. The song immediately segues into the wild single featuring galloping strings, a powerful choir, and a surprise appearance from the artist Björk.
"The charm with this album lies in the listener never exactly understand—nor wish to know—where it is going next."
Nearly each track concludes at a completely different place than where it started. A track examines the transient trappings of celebrity with a delicate orchestration only to disintegrating into electronic cacophony. Elsewhere, a cut echoing her earlier trap-infused style starts out dark and sinister, featuring prowling beats, until fluttering flamenco handclaps and a heavenly choir enter to soften its jagged corners.
The Balance Between Experiment and Accessibility
A key achievement of the album is straddling the line between radical innovation and broad appeal. It is little coincidence that the album has become her highest-charting work to break into the upper reaches of key charts: at its core a suite of utterly undeniable pop songs. One track performed primarily in the English language builds on a refrain that seems to collect increasingly nagging melodies while it spins skyward. This feat gets repeated on a different powerful ballad that grows and contracts, intertwining layered tunes like a complex weave.
- A waltz-like number charms via its jaunty, Disney-adjacent flair and an anthemic hook.
- Lyrically, it aligns with pop culture impact of contemporary breakup songs, lambasting a former lover labeled an "emotional terrorist".
- Across these tracks, the vocals carry a painted-on edge, like a fairy-tale figure hiding a blade: "Gold medal in acting like a motherfucker / You have won the trophy of letdown."
A Maximalist Banquet for the Soul
Lux represents pop on a maximalist level, an ambitious grasp for high Art amid of looming artificial sameness. It rejects solipsism for sublime transcendence, creating a dramatic drama that skillfully controls its built-in ridiculousness. This is a deep well of buried treasure that takes time to fully mine but never feels like a chore. Where some major pop albums of 2025 seemed like a meager scraps, this record is a lavish feast at which the characters at the table, perhaps intoxicated on sacred wine, flutter between conversations about historical figures, the profound sensation of soul-shattering sadness, and shared gossip about useless partners. It is a modern-day theatrical production from pop's truly endlessly creative practitioner.