It’s always a bit disarming to see someone who has performed thousands of times comment candidly on his or her still-developing skill of tuning an acoustic guitar.
Cold As The Clay is Greg Graffin’s tribute to old-time American folk music.
The vibe of the day was participatory citizenship, which has become a growing mantra among political bands.
The crowd was young and boisterous, and one particularly drunk teen was making yours truly look like a no-fun-having old coot.
The Empire Strikes First is Bad Religion’s bold and satisfying re-entry into the punk rock fray.
Eat your heart out, Fred Durst.
The Dillinger Escape Plan bids to annihilate our understanding of what metal is.
A thoroughly enjoyable record, Highly Evolved recalls two of the wildest times in rock.
Ah, side projects: a rock star’s oasis of songwriting freedom.
George Lucas is obsessed with timelessness.
In case your high school coach didn’t already tell you, then Weezer will: timing is everything.
Elvis Costello returns from hibernation and reminds us what good music sounds like.
With this album, Midtown earnestly tries to smooth out its power pop sound and succeeds so well that the album becomes barely noticeable.
Rancid and NOFX have teamed up on a new split disc on which each covers six of the other band’s songs.
Trial by Fire’s debut comes in a fast-firing package reminiscent of Bad Religion’s equally quick and exciting classic Suffer.
If you were under the impression that people have stopped paying attention to Iron Maiden, then you haven’t been to Rio.
Bad Religion’s return to Epitaph seems to signify a desperate grasp at the levers of a time machine.
Much like a childhood goodie bag, They Might Be Giants supply all of the fun and frivolity of Tootsie Rolls, noisemakers, and useless plastic doo-dads.
System of a Down rises to the top of the shallow nü-metal talent pool, and with some smart lyrics, gets out and dries off.
Tenacious D is meta-music, perpetually self-conscious and self-referential.