Solange Knowles makes her long-awaited return with her fourth studio record, When I Get Home. Three years after her generation-defining LP, A Seat At The Table, Solange offers us a love letter to her hometown of Houston, Texas. It is an album which is more interested in moods than songs and more invested in being able to feel rather than carrying out the emotional labour of expressing everything. Images of black cowboys and candy paint, the woozy sounds of chopped and screwed music and disembodied voices of hometown rappers float through the record as Solange pays homage to the musical traditions of Houston while also establishing herself as part of that legacy.

Always the auteur, she combines unhurried tempos and unconventional song structures with spiritual jazz and psychedelic soul influences to create her most dreamlike collection of songs yet, a hypnotic and immersive reminder that home is much more than a physical place. Meditative and therapeutic, When I Get Home speaks to the importance of self-care, ditching the world-weary lyrics of A Seat at the Table for a record which feels freer, more liberated and unburdened by the white gaze. With When I Get Home, Solange extends a balm to people of colour everywhere, granting the necessary chance to rest somewhere away from the painful realities of a world opposed to your existence, offering support, safety and hope at the end of a long day.