Depeche Mode has stretched their rosary-colored glasses view across nearly three decades, outlasting bigger-selling synth-based bands.
Fantasies yearns for more vulnerable, somber passages.
Arguably no other indie-rock band was as lyrically antiestablishment during the Bush era as Portland’s the Thermals.
Cursive, Omaha’s little band that could, did.
Wrath continues the use of the Dimebag Darrell-inspired riffs and swinging rhythms found on their last album.
Though often associated with death metal bands like Death and Atheist, Cynic was never as genre-specific or overtly metal.
No album in recent memory arrives carrying such a mountain-sized load of expectation as Guns N’ Roses’s latest.
Like many bands that race out of the gate, the Bronx’s songs have decelerated with time.
While not offering anything wildly divergent or profoundly groundbreaking, it trumps their 2004 eponymous album.
Few bands display raw courage and an adventurous spirit more vividly than Bloc Party.
There is a breed of musician that is never content to sit still.
Curse him for his heresy against indie/math rock/whatever, but Damon Che can still play those drums.
31Knots crafts challenging rock music in the grand tradition of iconoclasts like Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa.
At the ripe old age of 35, Rob Crow’s legacy rivals that of many musicians who’ve served twice as long in the biz.
Far from perfect, 4:21 still manages to effectively trounce Method Man’s previous record.
What Sleater-Kinney could not do was control the equatorial heat afflicting the city like an incurable disease.