The Leading Record of the Year: The Artist's Lux Takes the Number One Spot.
At first glance, this work may look more like a difficult academic examination rather than a new popular music project by an artist whose previous single was a collaboration with an international pop icon. Split across 4 different parts and sung in 13 tongues, we have a breathtaking classical-tinged album that delves into female mystique, religious ascent, and physical change, frequently by way of the prism of different women saints. The dissolution of a relationship—a theme handled with raw honesty on another major 2025 album—soars skyward here, carried by the constant sound of a major orchestra and contributions from an award-winning composer among an extensive list of contributors. Its sheer daring by itself makes the efforts of other artists appear rather modest.
Transcending Academic Pretense
That Lux manages to escape overly intellectual chin-stroking is nothing short of miraculous, and sole credit belonging to Rosalía. Although this is not the first time project to fuse historical sounds and the present, the stakes feel far greater on Lux, with the tightrope walk far more pronounced. The element that really raises this fourth album, beyond its complex melodies, rich compositions, and inherent theatricality, is a core spirit of playfulness. Much like the legendary Björk at her peak, you find a wondrous quality to Rosalía's voice that pulls the listener into its tornado. When she is tearing hearts in two, the listener still want to be alongside her through the journey.
A Signature Moment of Joy
This playful spirit comes forth clearly during a stunning Italian ballad inspired by Saint Clare. It bathes in a sorrowful melancholy for several moments. Suddenly, everything drops away, to reveal we hear a gleeful giggle and a declaration prior to a comically exaggerated string crescendo crashes down with cartoonish force. The song then shifts to the wild track driven by racing strings, an imposing choir, and a surprise appearance from the artist Björk.
"The charm of Lux is that the listener rarely quite understand—or even wish to predict—where it will go to next."
Nearly each song ends in a totally distinct point from how it started. One moment explores the transient nature of celebrity with a featherlight symphony only to collapsing into digital cacophony. Another, a cut that recalls the artist's earlier trap-infused work begins out dark and brooding, featuring prowling vocals, before fluttering traditional handclaps and a heavenly choir enter to smooth the song's rough edges.
The Bridge Between Experiment & Accessibility
A key balancing act on Lux is navigating the line between radical experimentation and broad appeal. It is little coincidence that the album has become the artist's first release to break into the upper reaches of major markets: at its core a suite of utterly catchy hits. A song sung primarily in the English language builds around a chorus that feels to collect more and more nagging hooks as it spins skyward. That trick is echoed on another expansive track that grows and constricts, weaving multiple melodies as an intricate tapestry.
- A dance-infused number seduces with its playful, Disney-adjacent flair and an anthemic hook.
- Lyrically, it shares the pop culture honesty of contemporary breakup anthems, eviscerating a former partner labeled an "emotional terrorist".
- Across these tracks, the singing have a painted-on smile, akin to a fairy-tale character concealing a blade: "Gold medal in being a motherfucker / You've the podium of disappointment."
An Opulent Banquet for the Ears
Lux represents popular music on a grand level, an ambitious reach for high artistry amid of looming AI-generated sameness. It eschews self-absorption for glorious transcendence, crafting an over-the-top drama that skillfully manages its built-in ridiculousness. It is a deep well of hidden gems that takes patience to completely mine but never feels like hard work. Where other big releases of 2025 felt like feasting on meal, Lux offers a sumptuous feast where the characters at it, perhaps tipsy on holy drink, flit from conversations about ancient saints, the galvanizing sensation of heartbreaking grief, and shared gossip about useless men. In essence, it's a contemporary musical from pop's truly restlessly creative practitioner.