Baby

This is bold, irreverent, exploratory music.

Throughout the album, fragments of sounds — fiery adlibs, Golden Age hip-hop samples, whizzing, inverted vocal riffs — all jut out like beams of light piercing through the pitch black of night. .... You might be able to compare Baby with Frank Ocean’s Endless. .... The record is indeed best described by that all-encompassing word, experimental.

The man has hits, but Baby is his apotheosis thus far.

Though there’s always a lot happening on the surface, at the core of ‘Baby’ are songs so finely hewn that they’re never overshadowed.

Refusing to surrender the emotional core of his songwriting against the dazzling array of studio fireworks, this is Dijon at his strongest – an artist stretching his discipline into evocative new shapes.

Dijon’s style is psychedelic and full of difference, and none of these songs make much sense when you try to deconstruct them. Your best bet is to fall into each one and let its unlikeliness wash right over you.

Baby, his latest album, lets even more light in, the ecstasy and uncertainty of being a new parent becoming a conduit to music that is less naked but undeniably richer.